the concrete wood

      ✩ ❝ I’m two eggs short of being able to start my newest activity! Do you have two eggs I can have? ❞ she’s practically shoving the carton of almost full eggs into the person’s face as she asks.

   ❛ I am but a novice, on this subject at least, but it has always been my understanding that grandiose romantic gestures and passion are what makes ‘love’ so appealing. It seems unfortunate then, that those also be what complicates matters. ❜ 

   ❛ Scientifically, it boils down to nothing more than chemicals working in perfect synergy or in opposition, but, it feels somewhat demoralizing to be so rudimentary about it. ❜

  ❛ In any case, be it simple or complicated, it is still the most fulfilling emotion known to human life. Maybe one day I will be able to tell for myself, though your explanation has been quite enlightening. ❜

“Oh, nah, see, passions and romance are all parts of love. Nobody ever said none of that can’t be simple. The grandest displays of love can be the most simple gestures, like holdin’ the door for someone, or takin’ care of ‘em when they’re sick and such. Even things like proposin’ are simple actions. 

“Problem is what complicates ‘em is the human factor, with all the webs, the different feelin’s, and everythin’ that occurs when an individual clashes with the group. Which, really, ain’t anythin’ that bad, either. It’s just another part of the whole. I shouldn’t really be preachin’ about how needlessly complex everythin’ is when it’s another part of the tapestry, really. Kinda went overboard there. I just mean to say...sometimes it does more harm than good, yeah?

“If we boiled down everythin’ to its basic elements, nothin’ in this world would have any special meanin’. Which it doesn’t. We take what we learn and add meanin’ to it, makin’ the meaningless all meaningful. That’s our special talent. That’s our role in the universe, if we truly have one.

“Kind of, but i’m more of a ‘mimic fighter’ as what others said about me before i joined a fighting tournament.” It’s no lie for her that EVERY move she have done and tested were all copied cleanly. Honoka-Fu was merely a copy stance to learn other moves from other fighters. Let it be from Dead or Alive nor outside of it.

At least her mimicry on fighting moves were done well than nothing as she states her explanation about it.

“I just copied it from the internet until never knew i can actually do it cleanly without any problems. Any move, let it be grapples nor for offensive i can copy it with no problems.”  

“That’s all kindsa wild, amigo.” He never heard of mimicry being used as a legitimate form of fighting, but perhaps that was just the matter of what constituted true mimicry in the first place. Wasn’t the art of practicing forms and moves just mimicking the masters?

“It’s nice to meet you Claudio. I’m Rebecca.”

      ✩ ❝ Why is there a limit to ‘free samples’? If no one else is going to eat them then it only makes sense to give the rest of the samples to someone who wants them… ❞

     “Love, hm? It’s a beautiful thing, but some of you seem to think it fits into a much smaller box than it ought to.”

   ❛ Do you really think so? ❜

   ❛ Perhaps, you should share your knowledge with some of them. ❜

“Problem’s no one can talk about love knowledge without soundin’ like a big cabron. All I’ve got to say with it’s love ain’t somethin’ so hard to figure out. It ain’t a great mystery, or a puzzlin’ riddle, or a curse, or a blessin’, or anythin’ that convoluted. It’s just an emotion, just there, and all ya do stems from it, but it’s still just there, all of it just simply existin’ to be felt.

   ❛ Ah. ❜

   ❛ Love sounds rather complicated, doesn’t it. ❜

“Well, how about your name?”

“Are you sure? If I’m bothering you, I can go.”

starter - @vcgabundo 

Right after learning something from the internet to test out if she can still copy moves, Honoka was training alone and still got it as she was accidentally performing a powerful fist move without looking at her surroundings.

Luckily, the guy didn’t got hit and was close from having broken ribs, which she immediately apologized with a bow.

“I’m so sorry about that! I-I didn’t actually see you there!” 

“What was that!” he shouted in surprise. The wolf leaned away from where the hit almost landed, shock still etched into his face.

He looked around, trying to see if anyone else had seen what she did and was staring with equal awe, only to find no onlookers.

“… you think that cough syrup will work for me, too?” -Coughing fit intensifies-