#withoutalignment

“...Akamatsu,” Maki spoke, albeit reluctantly. She didn’t go out of her way to make chitchat with her classmates. Save for Saihara and Momota. Both of which wouldn’t leave her alone most days. Though neither of them were anywhere to be found today. The assassin contemplated leaving campus for the day, but she could hear the nagging already.

// i’d love to do a trial rp group you hosted omg

Is that so? Hmm. I’d of course...

Allow all canon characters to participate for the first go around. And I’d just randomly pick from the sixteen of you which one is the blackened based on the document I pick. But I’d need a few people to do it.

The arm interlocked with his own…the eyes looking up at his own so expectantly—Kaito knew that where he was headed next, the small male was going with him. Trouble with that was…he didn’t know where he was going now. After all, before he’d taken his ‘brisk walk’ and run into Shuichi…he was just wandering around aimlessly. Perhaps he could pick a different destination to go and talk with Ouma? Did Ouma want to talk in private?

It was so strange. The prospect of talking in private with Ouma…didn’t frighten him at all. It didn’t…make him want to run, make him want to hide away. If anything, it actually made him feel more of a STRENGTH. The male was giving him the things he desperately desired. Affection, reassurance, SECURITY. In return, he was presenting the same towards the Supreme Leader. Well, less reassurance…but the other features were all given.

The library was off-limits. The storage room, it was DEFINITELY off-limits. If anything, the place he felt SAFEST…was his own dorm room. So, with Ouma around his arm…gazing at him comfortingly—he began to walk off, leading him along. “…Looks like I’ve got a sudden companion with me, huh.” A slight mumble, but his comment still AUDIBLE—his words were by no means made to deter him. In fact, it was much more of a playful jab. It was amazing, even to Kaito, that he was able to make any sort of sportive comment at a time like this.

“I don’t see why you would come to the gallery if you’re not willing to have an open mind,” Stefano Valentini was not a happy camper. If there was one thing he didn’t like—and really, there were many things he found he wasn’t fond of—but ‘philistines’ were at the top of that list. It would seem he came into contact with an insensitive neophyte right now.

      “ Gotta hand it to you, Roxas --, “  his voice cut smoothly through the silence, green eyes fixed steadily on the figure that had just walked past while Axel had used to shade from the building he’d been leaning against to keep out of sight until just the right moment to announce his presence, “ -- y’ keep surprisin’ us all in the most unexpected ways. “ He pushed away from the wall in a liquid movement, gloved hands pushing back his own hood to reveal vivid red hair and a pale, drawn face.  This moment, this entire scenario, felt reminiscent of the first time Roxas had left him the organization to look for answers.  The clothes were slightly different, though; as were their surroundings.  It was odd, to still see Roxas in those clothes -- the ones made for him in order to upkeep DiZ’s ruse in the digital Twilight Town.