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Pronto let out a long, low whistle at the sight of the bullet his companion produced. The the gentle movement of the liquid contained within it and the calming effect it induced fascinated him enough that for a couple of seconds he found himself not staring at Araceli but instead at the projectile in his hands. “Can I see it?” He took the bullet as the other pulled out his gun with a look of anxiety written clearly across his face. 

“Nice,” Pronto nodded appreciatively at the finely crafted firearm, absentmindedly twirling the bullet in his fingers. “To be completely honest with you I can’t say for sure if I have this sort of ammunition,” he admitted, holding up the bullet to the light and squinting slightly as if he could determine it’s contents if he stared hard enough. The fact that it wasn’t just an ordinary bullet was obvious, but he swore he could feel a small undercurrent of power thrumming through the bullet itself, almost like a jolt of static electricity that was transmitted to him through his fingertips. “Where or who exactly did you get this from?” he asked with genuine curiousity, returning the object in question back to it’s owner, fingers lingering maybe a fraction of a second longer than they had to when they brushed against the other’s hands. Or maybe not, looking at how casually Pronto returned his hands into the pockets of his soft blue hoodie. 

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Araceli nodded at the shopkeeper’s request, quietly passing the cartridge to the other boy. He was still a bit hesitant to let Pronto (or anyone, for that matter) see his things but it was just natural for him to be paranoid. He returned the gun to his satchel with a quiet ‘Thanks,’ before blinking up at Pronto attentively. Ah... well. It was understandable if the shop didn’t sell something like that. He had a feeling the projectile was custom-made (transparent bullets filled with a mix of blessed water and seraph tears weren’t exactly very commonplace), but he needed to try anyway. Doing his job would be a lot harder once he ran out.

Araceli took his bullet back from Pronto a bit bashfully, rubbing the cold metal across his fingers. After a moment of brief consideration he vaguely replied. “An exorcist.”

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Tearing his gaze away from the boy’s face to his hands which were hesitantly fiddling with his wallet, Pronto couldn’t help a small smirk. “Don’t worry,” he assured him, “I wouldn’t overcharge you for just sage and Rosemary. These are pretty common, after all.” Weighing the two miniature jars in his hands consideringly, he glanced back up to his customers face. “These aren’t that big anyway, you can have them both for $10.”

Ok maybe he was selling it slightly cheaper than he normally would but hey, he was the shopkeeper. He could give discounts to pretty boys if he wanted.

Straightening up, he made a small gesture with his hands that made the two jars of incense disappear– almost like a magicians sleight ofhand trick. “you can pay and collect later, after we get your bullets,” he said casually. “Are you looking for any specific types? What kind of gun do you have?”

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Araceli’s eyes widened in surprise when the other started the selling price-- there was probably a month’s supply of incense in those jars and he was willing to part with them for so cheap! The boy had to consciously suppress his vocal chords before he let out the astounded ‘what?!’ that lingered on the tip of his tongue, but his mouth still fell open in bemusement. “R-Really? Th--” He cleared his throat, making a mental note to tip generously later on. “Thank you.”

When the two jars seemed to vanish into thin air, Araceli couldn’t help his jaw dropping a second time. No way! Did this kid just-- amazing! He composed himself as quickly as he could, the thought that well, it was only reasonable someone in charge of a shop that was so obviously filled with magic should be a proficient magician himself glazing over his astonishment. “Oh, uh!” At Prono’s next inquiries, he quickly shoved off the bag on his back and rummaged through one of its many pockets, after a moment producing the bullet in question:

“They’re like this...” The projectile itself was transparent (plastic? glass? something else?) and carried a faintly luminescent liquid within it (looking into the glow produced a serene feeling-- unless you were a demon). Araceli pursed his lips and kept his gaze on something within his bag for a moment before exhaling softly through his mouth. “Uh, the gun-- it’s kind of a revolver, but... well.”

He pulled out a gun that looked somewhat akin to this monstrosity that I’ll link because drawing guns will take five more hours. He could feel the heat of nervousness take over him, but he had no reason to be afraid of the shop keeper, right? 

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Pronto’s head tilted a little to the side, one eyebrow lifted slightly at his comment. “You lead an interesting life, huh?” he grinned as he gently brushed past him to reach into a shelf to pull out two small glass jars with the desired incense. “Rosemary… Sage… Ah here they are. How much of each do you need?”

Truth be told he was definitely curious about this guy, not just because he was hot af, but he really wanted to know more about him. It was an incessant niggling at the back of his head, prodding him to ask more, learn more, know more about this mystery kid who’d walked into his shop. He wanted to know everything. Purifying incenses, bullets, wondering what he wanted them for teased the edges of his mind, pushing him to find out more, he didn’t even bother wondering why this made him so insatiable curious when he’d rarely, if ever, felt this way before.

Still, he managed to contain himself for now, surely he’d have time to ask him questions later, or maybe find out those answers himself. In the meantime however, his gaze on this latest customer was a little more intense then usual, almost like it could see right through him if he tried hard enough.

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Araceli smiled back a tiny bit, this time genuinely. “Sometimes too interesting, honestly...” He rubbed the back of his neck with his usual sheepishness, glancing at the jars the other produced. “Oh! Um.” The boy stiffly moved to dig a beaten-up leather wallet out of his pocket, undoing its button to make sure he had enough currency. “Er-- well. How much are they?”

He thumbed at a $20 bill (or whatever the Fanpro equivalent of $20s would be) nervously, feeling kind of heated now that Pronto was looking at him as if he were about to be dinner.

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“Hmm…” Truth be told Pronto was a little distracted by that barely-hidden blush that subtly tinted the other boys cheeks to really be thinking about incense and bulle– Oh he was buying bullets?  Wow this guy only got better and better. Incense and bullets wasn’t really a common combination though…

“Yeah, yeah of course!” He snapped out of his admiring daze, straightening up slightly. “Just follow me here.” Pronto bent a crooked finger in a sort of ‘come with me’ gesture, eager to guide him to a side of the room where the shelves were lined with different sorts of incense, each neatly contained in clear jars. There were even different types of joss sticks bundled nicely in a small basket at the side. 

“First stop, incense. Are you looking for anything in particular? Something that just smells good, something to summon half of hell onto your doorstep…” Pronto placed his hands on his hips and checked out looked at Araceli from the corner of his eyes with interest. 

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Sweat started to bead up on his forehead. Why was he looking at him like that?Araceli looked to the side nervously, trying to avoid eye contact even though he could still feel Pronto’s gaze on him. He couldn’t really read the other’s expression, but his self-consciousness nagged at his mind that it wasn’t anything good.

It seemed as if he let out a held breath when the shopkeeper finally moved on, striding off to another part of the room. Araceli followed close but not too close behind, gaping in awe at the assortment of objects that adorned the shop’s walls. His collection of trinkets from Profas’ outskirts was nothing compared to this. He couldn’t help but wonder where such a young man got all of this stuff-- unless he happened to be way older than he appeared. The boy squinted a bit at the thought, but was quickly sidetracked by the arrival to their destination.

“Wow,” he was compelled to quietly state his admiration, walking along the wall and ever so gently running his fingers against the glass. He listened to Pronto as he did, chuckling kind of sarcastically before he replied. “Hah. I’d rather not bring any more demons to my door...” Araceli looked to the side, half-smiling in the disgruntled way one would if they were reliving a bad memory. “Um. Do you have sage and rosemary?” He looked back at Pronto now, rubbing his neck.

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Pronto had to stifle a small burst of laughter, turning away to had a small smile at that overly-formal way of addressing him ‘Mister Shopkeeper’… Most people did it the other way around, talking down to him despite his job just because he was still a teen. Oh man, this guy was absolutely precious, it was cute how formal he was acting, although Pronto supposed he would prefer it if they could be less formal with each other. Much less formal mmmhmmmm.

“You can just call me Pronto, really,” he said, “And I will. I was just… nevermind really. Anyway, are you here for anything in particular?” He couldn’t help but notice the crumpled piece of paper that had been in the guy’s hands that was now sticking out of the pocket of his shorts. “Is that a shopping list?”

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Araceli felt his own cheeks heat up in embarrassment when the other boy turned away with a look of amusement on his face. Heck! Then it was as awkward as he thought! He half-covered his face with one hand and looked to the side, admiring the... the... clutter. Which wasn’t to say clutter was a bad thing. This odd shop looked just like his old house. Well, like it did before the...

Nevermind. Araceli’s attention was caught again by the shopkeeper, the other’s words snapping him out of his nostalgia with a little jump. “O-Oh. Okay then.” He nodded sheepishly, blinking for a moment before looking at the parchment protruding from his pocket as if he wasn’t aware he had just put it there himself. He began to fish it out, unfurling it and folding it properly. “Uh-- Yeah. I’m-- no, this is just a map-- but uh. Do you have incense? And um... bullets?”

He would’ve much rather looked for his items alone, but looking at the complexity of the shop around him... maybe asking would be the better choice.

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date me, fuck me I don’t even care

Pronto being thirsty af was also another option in that rp tbh

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Damn. Hot damn. Hot, hot damn.

“I’m fine,” Pronto hurriedly assured (or more like you’re damn fine tbh), scrambling up to greet the new visitor. He normally didn’t get embarrassed but he just fell on his ass and got dunked with a potion what potion was it again? he couldn’t remember  in front of a super hot guy. Super hot. He could feel his face literally heat up with the force of the blush staining his cheeks. He couldn’t help but give the guy a once-over he didn’t look like his usual type to be honest but daaamn Pronto didn’t give a shit all he could think of was he was really, really really attracted to this kid. His heart was beating wildly in his chest, slamming so hard against his ribcage he was left breathless as he run a hand through his wet hair, trying to make himself marginally presentable. “I-I’m Pronto, I’m the shopkeeper here.” 

did i just fucking stutter are you fucking with me right now I am so off my game.

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“Are you sure?” Araceli reached out to help the poor kid up, brows furrowed in concern. Falling from that height, he was afraid his new company might’ve gotten a concussion-- and without touching the other boy he leaned over to make sure he wasn’t bleeding. And he wasn’t, but with the look on his face, the exorcist was tempted to ask if he was okay a second time. I mean, flushed cheeks weren’t usually a good thing. What was he thinking, using a stack of books atop a chair as a boost?! I mean, the shopkeeper had to have a ladder somewhere, they shouldn’t just let their custome-- oh. 

His lips pulled into a thin line at the other’s introduction, though he still looked more concerned than judging. “W-Well Mister Shopkeeper, please be more careful,” he hoped that didn’t come out as awkward as he thought it did, agh. It was so weird calling someone that looked no older than him a ‘mister’.

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Overprotective: Muse becomes obsessive of the next person in their inbox.

Pronto was just balancing precariously on a stack of books on a chair on a table, trying to retrieve a small potion vial from the back of a ridiculously high shelf like why is this shelf so high what was the point no one could even reach it why did the shop even bother putting anything here other than to annoy him whenever he needed something? when he was startled by the sight of the newcomer. Turning to maybe say a welcome or something he felt the books under his feet shift slightly and (oh no) slip over one another and (screw my life this always happens to me) Pronto came crashing down with a loud yell and 5000% done-ness.

And of course the potion he was holding just had to tumble after him and smash itself against the table, the pinkish liquid dripping off the edge and onto his head. Experimentally, he licked a bit of it from the side of his mouth (mmm sweet) before he looked up at the new customer and–

Fuckin dokis.

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Well. He was definitely not expecting that the first thing he’d see upon entering the shop would be-- some kid falling down. Araceli let out a surprised squeak himself and instinctively drew back. Wait, it probably wasn’t a good time to go all pissbaby here. He practically leapt forward, struggling to shove his map into the pocket of his shorts as he did. “A-Are you okay?!”

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Lineart by: medi0crities I really wanted to color this one!

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"I saw you see that." "What are you talking about. See what?" "B^l"

In which Araceli gets lost in the woods and encounters a strange mansion that houses some strange kid who can also see spirits. Not that Araceli is admitting to seeing spirits, but Ouni’s castle is crawling with them.

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reblog is its alright for pristine and sahrah to come by with gifts

after coming back from our worldly wold wide travels, we bring back gifts for all our friends and some extra to make/greet new ones!!

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