Toramaru RP

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Adam opened his mouth to fire back a smartass response. Then he looked at her and saw the worry in her eyes. The hand on her belly. The tiny movement from their child beneath it.

His expression faltered for half a second.

Vox's grin stretched across his screen.

"There she is." He pointed at her as if she'd finally admitted something he'd known all along. "I knew Michael wasn't the end goal." A low chuckle escaped him.

Then he leaned back, folding his arms.

"So tell me, Vel." His eye glowed with amusement. "Uriel, huh? You want him handed to you already broken and wearing a collar?" He tilted his head. "Or do you want the pleasure of breaking that one yourself?"

The smirk on his face widened.

"Because knowing you, the finished product is never the interesting part." His gaze flicked toward the feathered dress.

Wing caught the flutter of her eyelashes and immediately pressed a hand dramatically against his chest. "Oh no." He shook his head. "Not the eyelashes. That's an unfair technique and you know it." Despite his complaints, the grin threatening to split his face gave him away completely.

"Come on, before I lose what little self-control I have left."

Keeping her arm linked with his, he guided her toward the refreshment tables, navigating around clusters of chatting guests with practiced ease. As they approached, Wing eyed the impressive spread of pastries, fruits, cheeses, and bite-sized appetizers.

"Now this is the important part of the evening." He gestured grandly toward the table. "Months of planning. Weeks of preparation.” His expression turned completely serious. "All in service of tiny sandwiches."

After a moment, he snorted and reached for one of the pastries he'd been eyeing all night. The moment he took a bite, his eyes widened. "Oh, that's dangerous." He pointed at the tray. "Don't eat that one." He paused. "Actually, eat several. I refuse to suffer alone." Wing leaned slightly closer to her.

Rin's smirk widened as he stroked Makoto's cheek, clearly pleased by the confidence shining through him now. For a moment, he simply studied his face, as if seeing a side of Makoto that had always been there but rarely shown.

"Chicken." Rin laughed softly. He let his hand linger for a second before finally dropping it and taking a step back, giving Makoto the space he was asking for. "And here I thought I was the dangerous one. I should warn you, sharks normally take what they want and bite down hard."

At the mention of a more private location, Rin raised an eyebrow and folded his arms across his chest, looking entirely too pleased with himself. "Probably a smart idea," he admitted. "As much as I'd enjoy watching you some more, I'd rather not give the guys any material to tease us with for the next ten years." His gaze softened, warmth replacing some of the teasing.

"I just got this job back with yer folks Joseph, I ain't about to break that job to sneak ya to the city. Yer sister is another sister. How old are you by the by?"

Joseph blinked, his pout immediately returning.

"Sixteen. Almost seventeen!" He huffed dramatically and crossed his arms. "An' it's Jos. Only Ma calls me Joseph when she's mad at me, and usually that's right before I get extra chores." For a moment he looked thoughtful, then his eyes lit up.

"Wait a minute…" He leaned forward over Striker's shoulder. "You work for us, right? Doesn't that mean I can ask ya to accompany me to Imp City?" The farm boy grinned, clearly convinced he'd found a loophole.

Moxxie blinked twice before narrowing his eyes at the stranger.

"Did you seriously stop me on the street just to make a pun with my name?" He pointed an accusing finger at them. "Because if so, that's awful."

Moxx gave a slight pause.

"...believe me boy, the city is probably the worst place I ever been, do yaself a favor and stick to wrath"

Joseph puffed his cheeks even harder, giving Striker’s back a couple of light, stubborn thumps.

"That’s what everybody keeps sayin’!" he shot back, though his voice didn’t lose that eager edge. "But Wrath is just dust, fences, and boring rules." He shifted a bit on Striker’s shoulder, trying to peer forward like he could already see the city in the distance.

"How many time I gotta drag you back to yer parents boy?" (For Joseph)

Joseph's tail drooped as he hung over Striker's shoulder, letting out an exaggerated pout.

Inuyasha was quiet for a moment before letting out a small huff.

“Keh. Nobody said you had to figure it all out today.” He reached over and gave the top of her head a brief ruffle. “You’re scared. So what? I was scared too.” His eyes drifted ahead, hands slipping back into his sleeves.

“The important thing is that you keep movin’ forward anyway.”

The hanyou paused for a moment.

“And for the record?” He glanced down at her. “You’re not the only one keepin’ an eye on this stuff.” His voice softened slightly.

“If somethin’ happens, you’ve got Kagome. Shippo. Me. So quit actin’ like you’ve gotta carry the whole damn world by yourself.” He nudged her shoulder lightly with his own.

“Learn what you can when the time comes. Worry about the rest later.”

Hawks froze for a second, looking genuinely caught off guard by that one.

Then he pointed at Mirai accusingly. “Hey, hey, you can’t just hit me with a heartfelt compliment like that. I’m not equipped for emotional damage.” He rubbed the back of his neck with an embarrassed laugh, wings fluffing slightly.

“Seriously, though? If aspiring heroes are looking up to me, I hope they're paying attention to the hero part and not the part where I spend work hours harassing respected professionals with terrible jokes.” A grin quickly returned to his face.

“Actually, scratch that. A little harmless harassment builds character.”

He gave Mirai a playful salute.