♚ || ℒepus

☂  { ah … manners are one thing juvia thinks many will never find in this city, but you can certainly hope …  }

vessalium

「¢」▪ ▪ █ “There’s something re-e-e-e-eally familiar about you.” Cent tapped his chin, gazing down at the golden-haired boy. Oh, right, this kid looked like that other snot-nosed kid Disciple. He flipped his jet-black hair, and sighed plainly. “And I sure don’t like it! Ever thought about changing your hairstyle to something less… I don’t know, less like it is now?”

                     “I get mistaken for others a lot.” 

♦ | | There's little more than a shrug of both shoulders; What Oz would hear seemed like old news, as it were, and came as very little surprise. Going beyond a generic appearance wasn't something he'd ever really strived to acheive-- He couldn't care less, in fact.

☂  { it is still courteous for juvia to apologize for getting in your way, though! otherwise she would not be living up to her own standards for manners, she is afraid! }

vessalium

☂  { ah! please … watch where you’re going. juvia does her best to pay attention to other pedestrians, but she has no need to look … down anymore. she apologizes! }

♚ :: as you can probably tell, the holiday season has kept me busy and inactive and i've fallen behind on replies as a result, so i guess you can easily consider me lost! because of this, i'm afraid i'm going to drop everything and start fresh. it's all my fault, truly, and i am very sorry to everyone i was threading with!! there is a thread or two i still expect to reply to, however, so i suppose it's not.. everything.

however, please let me know if you'd like to continue or if you wish to start something new entirely! i'll also be posting an ad sometime this week, though don't be afraid to come to me for a bit of plotting in the meantime! i really want to start being more active on here, after all, and Oz definitely wants more friends! or enemies.

It was a sight he never would have expected to see, those festive boxes, though it did warm the youth’s heart— He hadn’t imagined he would be in anyone’s thoughts that day, let alone in those of the fabled man in a red suit and hat. Though the gifts simple, they are regarded with thanks and enthusiasm as the wrapping was carefully peeled away— He even takes a bite from a carrot as the rabbit receives a friendly pat on the head. Who was he to turn away a bit of free food?

Huh? This boy really was something.

╰☆╮ “Oh you lack the ability to understand sarcasm then? I see, well… I meant to say I would kill you over such comments but I kind of pity you now, did you hit your head falling from a set of stairs perhaps… more importantly have you ever fallen from a set of stairs, would you like to try it?”

                     “Er... Yes, actually. I do recall having                      fallen down a flight of stairs before                      some time ago--” 

♦ | | Having been pushed was a better way to describe it, yet it stood as something he'd minded little and had been quick to forgive, few scrapes aside; he'd deserved it. Alice wasn't one he should ever leave alone, after all!

However, Oz is quick to pick up on the woman's threat in company of the malice, and he offeres nothing more than a shake of the head and chuckle behind a palm in return.

                                           I don’t care.

                                                        But if you harm,                                                              The people that I love.                                                                     If they shed a single tear?                                                                                      A drop of blood?

    Alice curiously and conspicuously leaned in close to the blond, her eyebrows raised and her mouth slightly parted, an expectant expression quickly following suit.

    "Hnn?” Violet eyes scanned the page of the strange brightly colored book. She knew they existed in this world but had never gotten a good look for herself. The vibrancy made the dull black-and-white books of her time seem poor in comparison. "What’s that, Oz?"

                    “That's precicely it, Alice! What is it?”

♦ | | Fingertips smoothly trace along the cheap binding of the periodical as he rises to his feet, turning and holding it out for his companion to catch a better glimpse. Then on point does a finger land upon paper, followed by the faint sound of a crinke with the quick flip of a page-- And the boy points to what stood out to him most; the word 'console' printed in bold along with the colorful image beneath it.

                ❀} "I guess I did! With all the strange people I’ve met, my second guess would have been that of a mind reader! Oz though.. What an interesting name! I don’t think I’ve ever met someone with it before. It’s a pleasure to meet you Oz.  Saki Mitonoya at your service!" A fool hardy introduction attempting to build up the plainness of her own name the woman gave a chuckle in follow.

                    “So you’ve been interchanging different places in your previous life too huh? Does make culture shock easier. Less stress than the first or second time. Second nature does let your body grow used to that kinda thing. Personally all my experiences resulted in something worthwhile. So the only view in a situation like this is pretty similar as all the other ones are. Plus, being negative in a situation you have no control over seems almost pointless, don’t you think?”

               “The pleasure is all mine, lady Saki! Though                      I must say your name has an interesting ring                      to it as well! And foreign, surely, as nearly                      everyone here seems to be.”

no { Salvation } 

      for someone who’s ultimate Sin

     ”It comes with the job description”

     Her dry, practically lifeless tone almost entirely covers up any attempt at a joke hidden between the lines. But, given her companions equally as interesting disposition — that is, the distinct echoes of “child” reverberating from him — Rider finds it difficult to muster her usual animosity.      And so, she continues to stumble over the awkward edges of non-rehearsed conversation. “If you can sense that, however, you must have magic within you.”

                     “Nothing of the sort, actually! You simply                      have a certain air about you that constrasts                      with most others'. Call it intuition, if you must!”

♦ | | Only then do both corners of his lips upturn, chin rested atop a loose fist as a weak trace of laughter is offered in company of his own easy persona. 'Intuition' proved a bit far fetched, for the deduction involved little gueswork. Only a distinct feeling.

"And you somewhat remind me of a dead person."

Because he’s going to die probably anyway.