she wore the stars as if they were hers,   curving and bending around her physique like the rings around jupiter and the stardust in orion’s belt .  she tapped her heels as the music dulled her senses for a while as she idly tapped away. the witch stayed near the entrance of the lounge whilst swaying her head back and forth to the music, then she jumps at the light poke on her shoulder .  she turns to face a taller individual who held an unreadable expression, a smile lays on her lips as she holds out her hand for an escort. its not like she knew this place better than him anyways .

he still hasn’t gotten used to this place. there was a brief time where dazai was here, but then disappared without a trace. what a fuckin’ jerk. he has heard of another port mafia member being in spirale, but has paid little to no mind of his presence. he sighs, then looks at the sky. this place causes him a mental mess and just for now he desires a cigarette. luckily enough, he still has one and he takes out from his pocket. the only thing that’s missing is something to fire his cigarette. he doesn’t have a lighter or matches. he grimaces and groans, noticing that this could be a shitty day— as usual.

“hey, big guy...”, he says, while he keeps looking at the blonde man with a grin on his lips. “ya look distressed... why’re ya runnin’ around with an unlit cigarette? new way how to stop smoking?” of course he’s got nothing better to do than provoking the stranger, what else? if there’s something dabi’s good at it, then it’s provoking people around him.

except he’s far older. he looks like he’s rapidly aged into adulthood, though you have no idea how that’s possible. you figure weirder things have happened. but what you’re sure of is that this is the SAME GUY as before, as he wields the same WEAPON TYPE and has the same CONCEALMENT LENSES...

CHIXIE: hey there dave! / i think i lost you there / that’s my bad  CHIXIE: are you doing alright?

dirk watches, a grimace splitting across his lips, as waves of creatures straight out of a tolkien bootleg spawned, lit by the ominous crimson light of the beacons.

his frown subsides, though, when the bizarre android announces their reality-defying abilities will be returned in short bursts, and dirk can’t help his smirk. even the flimsiest sixty seconds are enough when he’s standing next to a man who’s got time on his side. they’ve got this.

his trusty katana materialises seemingly out of thin air. its grip feels as familiar as ever, and he looks up at the man who left him that sword in a fully-furnished apartment, loving but messily packed in hideous bright red wrapper. he chuckles.

TT: I thought our family bonding would be a good deal less hectic than this,

         A tear appears, alighting the sidewalk with surging electricity. Fingers twitch at her sides, an impulse reaction. Hands which were crafted specifically for tearing through reality itself. When she glances through the window all she sees is fire, a hostile takeover.  The blaze reflects in pools of azure, yet her expression remains neutral. ❛  How awful...  ❜ Hoarse is her voice but she dares not look away.