@batoushoujo SAID: "I think I should stab you. How would you feel if I did that?" ✚ send a MESSAGE?
“Smitten. Utterly.”
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"...sorry."
He's a bit short of breath, having ran after the black dog with all he had. Whatever she had been eating, it had been snatched off her hand by Koku. At the very least he seems embarrassed.
"What was it? I'll get you a new one..."
@batoushoujo // X
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dark? more like dork
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@batoushoujo : stares. stares. crouches. reaches out to pick him up…….
[BATS BIG EYES AT] Woof? [Tail wags]
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@batoushoujo LAMENTED: An impulsive thought leads to Tem knocking on a mirror. "Duchess? Are you, like...there?" & tell a STORY!
It takes a moment for something to happen—perhaps a moment too long—but eventually it does. Tem’s reflection in the mirror grows distorted, as if the surface of water has been disturbed, and soon it is replaced by Duchess peering back at her curiously.
“Oh! Tem! What a surprise,” she chirps.
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@batoushoujo ♥-ed for a one-liner
"If you can do a handstand for ten seconds I'll buy you Boba tea. Your flavor of choice."
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"So there's more out here than just the planet this [traverse] town is on? And you can go to any of them with that weird ship?"
Considering their circumstances, Sora found it a moot point to follow any Keyblade-kind established laws. There was a certain camaraderie he's always felt for those who were seemingly set to voyage upon the stars.
Sitting at the mom n' pop pizzeria amidst the city had left to face that premise. "That's the gist of it. In fact, that's been the main motion of things before either you or me really came into the picture. A ton of stars, worlds full of life--" That leads to the unspoken question that settles between them. Unable to get a clear or concise idea on Tem's goals, part of him wondered if she missed home even remotely.
From the way her curiosities gauged however, it left him with doubts, but he kept his mouth shut on such matters.
"Does that get'cha in the mood to hop up n' head out there?" Another morsel of freshly baked cheese and tasty sauce briefly quiets him, a hum of approval easing from his throat.
"From how I've seen it? There really is no limit when it comes to the Realm of Light. Considering all the traveling me n' my gang then, we haven't even scratched the surface." Yet, Sora doesn't sound one bit disappointed about that. Speaking about the methods of travel, he decides to be stark on the matter. "It's one of my options now days, there is my power I can use for another means of travel-- Only limit is that I have to be familiar with the world."
...
"Do you wanna see 'em for yourself?"
@batoushoujo
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@batoushoujo
"Tem? Could I, um -- could I ask you a favour? Like, um - as a professional? I'm -- I'm terrible with numbers, and, I -- I don't know what I'm doing with all the taxes and stuff since I moved, and I got this really scary letter in the mail about tax evasion, which I'm pretty sure I'm not guilty of, except now I'm worried and since I got my inheritance it's been even harder to handle---" We love it when she nervous rambles.
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JAAAAACCE
VISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!
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Yo sup.
Congratulations, you unlocked a whole new blog of mine. I as a matter of fact, am neck deep in the Star Rail side of things.
Which means one of my genuine delinquent muses for a goddamn change can mess with yours. LMAO.
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⟬ @batoushoujo / starter call ⟭
"What is a cronut, and how soon can I get one?" He was already drooling despite not knowing what it was. Just about anything could sound like food if he thought about it hard enough.
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He just needed a little time to think. A week, maybe, or two. Three. A month, perhaps. Or two. Three. Ultimately, it came to six.
For him, it passed relatively quickly. He kept busy with work and played his usual games with the city, distracting himself as much as possible. He thought about Tem often. He never contacted her. At first, he kept tabs on her religiously; then, slowly, he distanced himself from that, too. Obsessive observation did nothing to help him this time. Nothing was helping. Nothing was changing.
He even sought help, in his own way. Made inquiries under the guise of academic interest. He went to Simon, once. It was entirely unhelpful and a complete waste of time. He threw around dangerous, intimate words and punctuated it all with a sales pitch for sushi, naturally. Shingen was next—and that was even worse. He used all the same words Simon did, but with an uneasy, clinical precision. Izaya got the sense he was being studied. He put a stop to that quickly.
Time and distance made things easier, certainly, but the problem was never solved. It was never even fully understood. The shape of it was entirely foreign to Izaya, an anomaly, an absurdity. Occasionally he meditated on the things Simon and Shingen said to him, but that only added a sense of cosmic dread. He spent many nights lying awake, frustrated with this seemingly unsolvable puzzle. He became increasingly aware of his own human weakness. Often, he stared at the scar on his leg as if it would answer all his questions for him.
But it was all just background noise, really. Until he received some new intel.
He couldn’t shake the image of Tem, drugged and defenseless, alone with that monster. It lingered in the back of his mind, reopened old wounds. He started keeping tabs on her again. And then, finally, he came to her, waiting for @batoushoujo in her apartment as if he’d been there every day.
“There’s my lovely wife!”
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@batoushoujo replied: flatter, but like sarcastically
"One must wonder if you too, are becoming part of this apparent fight club that has formed within the span of a few hours." There was little to no shift in tone there as he regarded the other.
"Without the constraints of limited options, what will you say?"
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u kno, u are not the first or even second person i have met who is sharing a body. whack
SHARING A BODY? WHO'S SHARING A BODY? ME? I'M NOT SHARING A BODY. I'M NOT SHARING ANYTHING WITH ANYBODY...'S BODY! I DON'T KNOW ANYONE LIKE THAT. YOU'VE GOT THE WRONG GUY----
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(x) @batoushoujo : accept their blessings! thank u from tem for this run of simuni :3c
Blessed be, Child of the Cosmos
Come to take refuge in the welcoming shade
May your journey be light as bird song
Swift as a bounding deer
May the rewards reaped be ever plentiful
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He thought he was free of that freak. It had been a long time since he’d heard anything from him, and even longer since he’d seen him; he thought maybe he’d gotten bored and moved on, leaving Hawk with one less thing to worry about. The relief eventually passed and he got used to a world without Izaya. It was only a marginal improvement, given everything else going on, but an improvement nonetheless.
But then, out of nowhere, he showed up, smiling his eerie smile and brandishing a knife. The fight should have been easy, but it wasn’t; Hawk was high and starving, disoriented, and very quickly subdued. When he woke up, he was in a familiar place—and not only that, but a familiar position: teetering on the edge of a cement block, a chain wrapped around his neck.
It was explained to him by his captor that he was going to call someone (@batoushoujo) and apologize to them. A phone was placed in his hand, number already tapped out for him. All he had to do was press the call button.
Now, holding the receiver to his ear, still very disoriented and still a little high, he has a very important question to ask: “Who is this?”
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@batoushoujo replied to your post “"Ya'll are sleeping on stabbing someone to death."”:
me currently answering an ask like "i don't fight anymore" ok
"This isn't fighting this is fetish. it's sunday, i can say that now."
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