redamancy after the storm

After casually climbing up to be at the same level as the other boy, Guy examined him. Did he say something or leave him while he called the authorities? The second option was just  so dull. While he did want a calm day, he might as well resign himself to the fact that wasn’t going to be the case.

"Do you need a hand?"

Arms crossed over his chest, an amused look painted his features. He was expecting a panicked response as the guy realized he was caught, which was not what Guy was expecting. Blue eyes glanced back at his house before looking back at the captive boy, offering a casual shrug.

"Sorry. I don’t just carry scissors on me. Oh— wait." The blond quickly reached into his back pocket to pull out his back pocket. Reaching out to grab his wrist with one hand, Guy swiftly sliced through the fabric keeping the boy captive. With a grin, the servant flipped the knife shut, sliding it back into his back pocket, before helping the other onto a more secure footing.

In another scenario, he would’ve lamented the damage of the clothing article. This time, he arched an interested brow in the direction of the pocket knife, which the other man sheathed as quickly as he whipped it out.  ”Hohh? You don’t see that many well armed friendly neighbors in this neck of the wood. Is the crime rate really that high in this complex, or are you actually a hired bodyguard?”

He patted himself off before turning to see the window that Guy pointed to. "Oh." he deadpanned, unperturbed even in realization that he was pretty much trespassing into private property. It was fortunate that he didn’t bump into a captious resident. Guy gave off an amicable and generous impression, too friendly to be carefully carrying a switchblade.

 Mahiro shrugged and delivered a half smirk, "My bad. Didn’t mean to cause a ruckus in front of your window. I came to check out the complex for myself, but didn’t expect to get caught before I make it to the roof." 

Have you always wanted our muses to meet, but didn’t know how they would first interact? Send me one of the following ice breakers so we can embark on our roleplaying adventure!

"Good morning, sorry I’m late!"

"I’m not late am I?"

"I don’t think we’ve met before…"

"You look familiar, have we met?"

"Do I know you?"

"Sorry! You dropped this!"

"Oh, sorry I thought you were someone else, I didn’t mean to hug you!"

"Watch where you’re going!"

"Are you okay? You didn’t fall too badly did you?"

"I should have said something earlier, I’m-"

"I’ve seen you around, I’ve just never had the guts to say hi."

"You must be new…"

"Do you need a hand?"

"Have you just moved in?"

"If you want me to show you around, I don’t mind helping."

"I saw you from across the room and I had to say hi."

"I wouldn’t buy that if I were you."

"Do you need some help?"

"Is this yours?"

"Sorry, I’m not from around here, do you know where the nearest pharmacy is?"

"Hey, have you got change for a note?"

"Want some gum?"

"Ah, sorry. I’ll move my bag, this seat is free."

"Careful!"

"Not every day you meet someone with such a smile!"

"Thanks for holding the door open for me!"

Aigis blinked as he continued, letting his words sink in. A splash of color, huh? “I wonder..” She mused aloud, raising a finger to her chin. An interesting thought, certainly. It would definitely be interesting, perhaps even exciting, to see where this would take her. At the very least, she could count it as gaining valuable skills, should she ever decide to change fields. “Well, I don’t believe books are boring but..it will be interesting to see.” She smiled faintly.

Well then, her initial task accomplished, it was time to take her leave, wasn’t it? She’d delivered the package and even cleaned up for him. It was rather productive, in a strange sort of way. “Very well then. Until next time.” She bowed her head and turned to walk away.

She’d only just stepped out of the door when she realized he’d addressed her as Amelia. It took her back a moment..but an amused smile crawled across her lips. “Perhaps I shall invest in a collection of hats.” This definitely wouldn’t be a day she forgot any time soon. 

"Pachinko…? Is that a type of cake…?" Pachinko, pachinko, pachinko…he could definitely remember Ayato rambling about trying it out before. Shu blinked in realization. "Ah, it’s a gambling game, isn’t it?" 

Of course this dude would pick to go to the arcade. A flashy person like him would no doubt hang out at equally flashy places- places that were no doubt thick with noise pollution. He’s never taken a step into an arcade before, but he had a feeling it would be all bass and annoying buzzing noises and sounds he would rather just live without. Shu could already feel the headache coming on, but he didn’t have much of a choice. It was either spend some time with what seemed to be a blond duplicate of Reiji and a dude who looked like he liked setting  things on fire for fun, or face his father’s morbid sense of discipline and take another trip to the North Pole.

The way Mahiro stretched out his name, like he was toying with it, was kind of irritating too, but he shrugged it off and didn’t bother complaining. Better to get this over with as quick as possible- his bed was waiting.

Inside the arcade was far worse than he thought it was going to be and he almost wished he was back outside again. The floor seemed to stretch on and on forever and there was an escalator nearby, suggesting this place was far bigger than he would have preferred. A glance around told him there was no safe spopt for him in this wretched hell. A snot-nosed gleefully kid ran by, almost stepping on his foot and he  winced in response.

“Why are we here?”

Every motion Shu composed illustrated negligence and Togami was inquisitive as to why this guy was chosen to take over the family business. If he was considered the most decent among his siblings, then he couldn’t just imagine what kind of attitude the rest of his brothers had. And frankly, he didn’t want to know.

Pachinko.

What.

So now Mahiro’s gonna push his gambling problem to the deadweight?

Shu had already stepped ahead with a passive ambiance as Togami shot Mahiro a miffed glance. “You have terrible taste when it comes to spending one’s time, Al Pachinko. You have a problem.” He clicked his tongue before following after their other companion, keeping his arms crossed.

“Why are we here?”

"Don't jam in your sass using a monotonous tone, someone will think you're serious." Mahiro stifled the inward wince. Leave it to Togami to digest everything like a straight man, then spin a deadpan joke out of nowhere, one that he was sure Shu wouldn't distinguish. In a belated registration at the gambling problem accusation, he growled, "And I do not have a problem."

He would've said more, but the two had gone ahead, and he was the last one to entered the arena of dim lights and neon lining. It wasn't teeming with young brats at the off-peak hour, fortunate for them, but there were still kids around. Taking a gander at the various contraptions, from the crane games, to the racer videos, then falling to the duo zombie shooter game, he made a solitary decision.

"What we commoners do here, gentlemen," Speaking as if he knew more than a fraction of what commoner lives, he inserted an euro bill into the nearby token dispenser machine, then withdrew the silvery chips. "Is we take these faux coins and insert them into the machines."

The music blared once the coins were added, and he then negligently tossed the plastic machine gun towards the youngest blonde. In a decisive prompting that he was going to sit out for the round. "Try it, Shu. All you need to do is point and shoot zombies, you can do that much. Winner plays me."

{ ❄ } Enma blinked as he watched the other take steps towards him, a bit nervous and was tempted to apologize then run away.  Thankfully, he didn’t seem that mad, since all he received was a flick of the forehead.  The lint roller comment did make him look down, just to see scattered fur all around, despite his best attempt to dust most of it off.  

Giving the other a confused look as his sudden comment about being an idiot—which he knew was a true fact, as of the moment.  ”…”  He stared blankly at the other, surprise clearly lighting his features as the blonde mentioned to just say his name.  ”…Um…”  He managed out, scratching his head lightly.  

Did that actually mean the blonde was willing to be associated with someone like him?  Maybe?  But even with the older’s permission, he probably would never use the blonde’s name since….he didn’t exactly want to scare people, or anything like that.  

As the blonde began to walk away, it took him a moment to realize what was going on.  bending to pet the cats one more time, he tugged back on his backpack and followed the blonde.  ”…Thank you…I think.”  Enma said, facing the back of the blonde’s head.  ”I’ll try not abuse it.”  He continued, a small smile pulling onto his features.  

One step at a time. There was probably only a handful of sarcasm the redhead wouldn't take to the heart.

"There isn't anything else around here except artists making chump change. Take a gander, if you want," Mahiro shrugged a shoulder towards the scattering collection of artisans displaying their wares alongside the glistening water. The afternoon breeze skidded past shoulders, the warm air promising kinder weather to come after a chilling winter.

He took a deep breath in. To Enma's acceptance of his help, the blonde said nothing in response. Minuscule as it was, there was something so simple as his lack of denial hinted something significantly more beneath the layers that was Enma Kozato.