#inspired by the chainsaw man s1 drinking party scene my BELOVED

[warfeind]

@diaboelic ━━   the only thing asa looks forward to on work days is for them to end. or just knowing that she's made it to another end, really. living another day. she's no stranger to destructive states of mind, but there's nothing like constant brushes with death to make one appreciate the delicacy of existence. even if life under the thumb of public safety sucks, at least the other devil hunters aren't cruel to her, not like her classmates. they're just adults, they're dumb. they think she's going be happy to tag along to the after work get together to celebrate a job well done — grateful, even. as if she hasn't heard them snickering before about how they can't bring mitaka anywhere, she's just a kid. nomikai . she'd heard about company gatherings before, but never that word. maybe only in movies, vague memories of fast – forwarding through dimly lit scenes that made her feel too queasy. attendance is mandatory, the division captain imposes upon her with a flick to the forehead. asa imagines that he's trying to be reassuring, in his own way. adults are just dumb like that. even for you devils.

the air is soupy with cigarette smoke, even down to the far end of the table. asa sits in one of two spots separated from the rest by a wide margin that could fit at least three more on each side, if only they had the numbers. necessary precautions, the other hunters called it. her interactions with angel have been sparse in the time since she joined the special division. not just because everyone has been all too eager to impress upon asa all the risks of associating with such a dangerous devil, but yoru also holds some deeply rooted aversion towards their professional collaboration. yet here they are, segregated to the kids table while the humans drink and eat, occasionally bringing either of their names into the conversation with collective hooting and hollering. she can't stand it, frequently excusing herself to the bathroom. in reality, she takes the first right instead of left, and stands alone out on the street where they can't see her from their screened off section of the restaurant. just for a minute or so. panting, negotiating with yoru wether they cut and run right now. it's not worth the trouble. they'd hunt you too.

״   sorry, excuse me — ״ asa mumbles, sliding the screen door shut behind her. each time coming back with her metaphorical tail tucked between her legs. when she scoots her legs back under the table, her hip accidentally bumps against the side and causes the whole thing to sway a little. the senior hunters seem amused, judging by the laughter and mitaka's off her rocker, kid's wasted comments. it's not true, but her cheeks flush all the same. angel's disinterested gaze is a welcome reprieve from the all the ruckus. she speaks up for the first time this evening, if a little too serious. ״  i heard they don't let you out much... uh. ״ [ ... ] ״  is that true? ״ with good reason, yoru reminds her. asa shifts around where she sits, feet numb from sitting on her knees too long. there's a whole plate of room temperature sashimi sitting between them. untouched. ״  can you eat human food, anyway? or just.. you know.. ״ it feels taboo, somehow, to say it out loud. though it hardly compares to what the kind of gore they deal with on a daily basis.

#the single text post reblog for angel on the entire blog for me #sorry im drawn to cannibals like a moth to a flame #inspired by the chainsaw man s1 drinking party scene my BELOVED #lmk if i need to change anything!! and now to send those sentence starters hee hee #▒𝐕𝟮. ━━ ״ 𝗣𝗨𝗕𝗟𝗜𝗖 𝗦𝗔𝗙𝗘𝗧𝗬.