#writtenbyastro

⟢   @writtenbyastro​  ;  Scout looked at Dio's body, squinting his eyes. "What even are you? Some kinda cartoon character? Get a life away from the gym, tough guy." A chuckle and click-pop of some bubblegum.

Immediate thought turns to killing stranger, a million different ways to do it playing out in his mind like a roll of film tape. The audacity of this insect was appalling, undead’s ego would never allow him to ignore such a rude comment. And then the afterthought, that controlling his temper was a priority, essential to his ascension. Would it be inappropriate to take his revenge in other ways ? Some contemplation, before eyes make contact, and then,

＂ You know what would be exciting ?  Running into traffic. ＂

Celeste couldn’t help but laugh lightly as she turned the box around in her hands, ring brushing against the corner. It was small, small enough to hold solely in the palm of her hand. She watched him walk away with a small smile on her face, the absurd wagon dragging behind him.  Funny, she thought. Mitarai didn’t seem like the type that she could wrap around her finger that easily, and yet here he was, getting a gift from him of all people. She carefully undid the plain wrappings, only to find a small black box that was clearly home to some sort of jewelry. Now that surprised her. She had figured that he wouldn’t have known the slightest thing about selecting a gift for a woman, let alone something that would suit her. Upon opening it and seeing the ring inside, she internally squealed with delight. Celestia adored shiny things, the more expensive, the better, so this was a welcome surprise, especially from Mitarai of all people. She found herself slipping the clawed ring she usually wore off of her finger and sliding the gold one into its place, putting her usual ring safely into the box. With a smile, she turned on her heel, taking graceful steps back to her room.

Celeste took a moment to breathe a silent, almost invisible gasp before taking in the creature that had appeared in front of her. Crimson eyes raked him up and down, moving with a tinge of what could only be anxiety and confusion blending together. But... he had called her ‘ma’am’. How quaint. “...You are in the common room of the dormitories, I am afraid... Are you really unaware of how you have come to be standing in the academy? I can’t imagine, really, how that would occur.” She took a cautious step closer. Was... was that makeup on this person’s face? Because, she was noticing with increasing confusion, it appeared as though he possessed four eyes.