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     She stared at him for a moment before then proceeding to speak, surely the other wasn’t actually serious about this.

        ❝ Wait are you actually being serious? ❞

“Mm, well -- I’m not exactly able to lie. Consider it a...rule of my work.”

[✬] A small laugh, a soft sigh: he’s here with Iseul, in the only safe way he can be away from his storefront (and perhaps he should not have so calmly stated he can’t be separated from his mother and boss, perhaps he should not have so softly implied his line of work to this girl).

BITTER SOULMATE PROMPTS

( because the world needs more salt && complications. feel free to change up the context or pronouns! )

Me: I will fight them for you. Let me flipkick off a roof.

Me: [internally screaming, exhausted, and generally woobly.]

Lips pursed into a thin line. Well, at least he’s honest. And he didn’t seem to be in too much of a panic over the fact he hurt himself– and well, honestly, a part of her seemed suspicious over the fact he had his cut hand, of all places, in his pocket. ( Seemed rather counterproductive. You’d get blood in the pocket of your pants, and frankly– you’d risk you hand more to infections with the bits of dirt and sand that collect there. )

“There should be bandages around here somewhere, right? We’d need to bleed it out a bit, clean it, and then we can wrap that sucker up!” Hopefully he won’t need any sort of stitches afterward.. and hopefully it won’t leave any kind of nasty scar.

From this, she gave a smile. A hand reached forward, grasping the male’s shoulder. They needed to get him to a sink and wash out the cut. We don’t want anything stuck in there before wrapping it.. and it needs to be clean in order to prevent any kind of infections. Eyes scanned the room, running over the aforementioned pot– but settling on what appeared to be a washroom. Ah, that’ll do just fine! But before that.. eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at his direction,

“–why on Earth weren’t you wearing work gloves?“ Mom-mode.

“My gloves are -- in a drawer somewhere, I think... I might have actually lost them.”

[✬] There’s a part of him that’s terrified, and a part of him that just wants to shove his hand at this woman (look, look at him, he’s hardly so normal and all too unworthy of your concern). The stranger’s concern is strange, and unsettling -- the last time another person had seen blood such as his, it had ended far too unpleasantly for him.

So, he might as well cop out using the “strange blood disease” excuse again, right? A stifled laugh (Hayato’s had to do that far too often, after all), pocket-hidden hand flexing slightly. [✬]

@wishbrcker cont

>>「y-yeah, i’m fine. don’t worry about me.」 duckling hums, going into her bag && getting medical tape and gauze. she’s always so clumsy that anything she touches either might break or she’ll get broken herself. humming a soft song as she wraps the tape around the gaze && around her leg, she glances at the young man. he looked… worried? standing up and putting everything away, the girl gives the young man a large beam. 

「thanks for caring.. um, what’s your name? it seams i never caught it, i’m Hasu; but everyone calls me duckling.」

“My name’s -- Hayato. I work...sort of nearby, and I’m glad you’re okay.”

[✬] He doesn’t like the sight of blood, hence his concern (he doesn’t even know why he’s so off-put at the sight) -- he shakes a little, but manages a smile anyways. Ah, lucky lucky, the girl’s pretty unharmed.

A tilt of his head, that single braid bobbling as Hayato contemplates where to go from here. [✬]

“ I mean, I wouldn’t ask if ya were alright if somethin’ didn’t seem to be wrong. ”  

Those words left his mouth without a moment’s hesitation- lack of thought going into much of anything as he was acting off emotion rather than thinking about what he was going to say before opening his mouth. 

Clearly, Shishio could tell something was wrong. If the laugh on the other’s part wasn’t a dead give away, then clearly the possibly slight tension there would do it. And, he isn’t entirely too sure if he should reach out and pat the other, deciding last minute that, ‘ yes, i may as well do the thing. ’ 

That left him reaching out to gently pat the other’s arm, a tiny smile gracing the blond’s lips all the while, too. “ Maybe some tea will help you sleep? ”

“You -- don’t have to worry so much about me...”

[✬] But oh, you should worry a little, he’s a fretful mess -- still shaking, but struggling to smile as brightly as is possible (it’s clear he’s just too tired, too sorrowful). There’s a cringe at that touch: he wasn’t expecting a hand upon him, even in comfort.

Yet, there’s a part of Hayato that acknowledges he needs to care for himself (or at least let himself be cared for), so there comes a hesitant motion of hands, smile faltering for but a moment. [✬]

@wishbrcker.

          They’re clad in elegant drapes of gold, & reds — fabric which dangled & breathed as did they; the leftward cant of their head subtle / habitual, smile subtle ‘pon countenance white as snow. ‘twas not often that they encountered mortals & even rarer was it for them to encounter those not. Natheless, their nature was docile as can be, the upper - half of clamesque ears twitching before raising. E’er - polite ( & with near regality ), they wait for him to speak.

[✬] How beautiful they are -- not unlike Iseul in their ethereality. (Quite like looking at gold-swirled marble, he thinks: certainly worth committing to memory.) Hands shuffle ‘neath the countertop, one clutching at a plate of snacks (just home-baked cookies, nothing too elaborate), the other at a box of blanks and the pen for signing contracts. [✬]

“Though I’ve no idea if you’re here to pass through, or to do business -- please, have something to eat while you’re here.”

[✬] And so brown eyes would open once again, sparkling slightly with a glint akin to playfulness; lips curled upwards in a warm, inviting arc, teeth only slightly visible through turned lips. [✬]