...What if I were to make Anna go to one of your inboxes for the "send me a honey I'm home" thing. |D wouldn't it be awkward to be married to an eleven year old?
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...What if I were to make Anna go to one of your inboxes for the "send me a honey I'm home" thing. |D wouldn't it be awkward to be married to an eleven year old?
I’m sorry I really tried to fit this nonsensical wall of text into 10 fucking slides, but I can’t, they overflow. TOO MANY THINGS TO FUCKING SAY TO PEOPLE. SO YES, there you have it, 5 FUCKING GOLDEN RULES TO RPING ON TUMBLR.
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“Tsk,” Not Misaki.
"S-Saruhiko!" Out of all times, she was spotted by someone during her least fortunate moments. She was stuck. Or 'not stuck' as she liked to call it. She would never admit something such as being stuck between the vending machines, especially having it happen twice. With the same person. "..I'm not stuck." She felt the need to add.
✖ akainohime
The little girl looked lost. She probably wasn’t, but to Arisa, she looked it. Birds of a feather do flock together, so perhaps that was why Arisa was drawn to the little white haired girl standing among the crowd all alone. What on earth the girl was doing alone seemed irrelevant, there were probably a thousand reasons why. They didn’t matter at all though. What mattered was the fact that Arisa felt this odd tug at her heart and something in the back of her mind telling her she should go strike up a conversation with the girl. So, that was what she did.
With a smile, Arisa walked toward the girl and waved, weakly.
“Hello, my names Arisa. What’s yours?”
Lost.
She was lost.
She had lost sight of Mikoto and the others.
For a split second her attention had been drawn to something red in the shop displays, and then next moment-- she was alone in a huge crowd.
None of the Homura members were to be seen.
A small gasp left her lips as she frantically looked around for the familiar shades of red, only to find herself lost in a dull, black and grey world. "M-Mikoto?" She called out helplessly, reaching out in hope to have her hand taken by the man she adored most. It had happened plenty of times before, so perhaps it'd happen to her again? "M-Mikoto..."
She tried her best not to panic. She knew panicking was not the option, for if she gave into panicking it'd only lead to her misfortune. She tried to stay strong, trying her best to find her own way out of the crowd, only to be approached by someone. "..."
She blinked up at the older female, parting her lips to speak. "A-ano.." She said softly. "I'm.. lost." She wondered if she should give her name. Was this someone she could trust? Her appearance looked harmless in the least bit. Perhaps this was someone nice? "I.. I am Anna."
{Gomen min'na! I wasn't on for a long time and I just finished replying to everyone! Due to school, I wasn't able to be active so I apologize! ;A;. I'll try to be active.}
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“Saruhiko, Izumo… and…..” She frowned at the strange presence. “..Blue…Queen?”
“Anna… It’s so good to see you awake this early. Did something happen while you were sleeping?”
She shook her head in response. "No." She said. "Nothing happened... today..." She said slowly. Then feeling the need to make conversation, she asked, "How.. How is Izumo doing?"
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“…..”Seeing the male enter the bar was no surprise. What the surprise was, was to see him walk in so calmly despite his other wild entrances. For example, flying in here with his skateboard despite it being an outdoor thing, or picking a fight with one of the other Homra members. Her head raised slightly, her gaze finding the male’s after having been on the table in front of her.
Yata wasn’t feeling angry today or energetic. It wasn’t like him and he got stares from some of the others as he sat down by Anna. He looked over at the small girl. “I’m surprised you’re not with our king.”
"..." She wanted to return his words with something like "I'm surprised you weren't bursting in here recklessly like usual" or something along those lines, but she knew she didn't have it in her to say the words out loud. Instead, she replied with, "I just woke up."
Well he figured something like that would happen. Of course they’d say no. “I figured as much. To be honest, I wouldn’t want you walking around on your own anyways—much less near Scepter4 or anywhere like that.”
He stands and faces the other three idiots again, turning to Izumo—the sanest of the bunch. “Just get those things situated, and there won’t be a problem.” Then there’s a sigh. “I don’t want to have to keep coming back here, so just do it.” Leaving little room to argue, he turns away, pulling out his PDA to send off a quick message before waving goodbye.
Here came the one thing she didn't like doing. However there was no other choice. It was just how things were bound to be. "Mm. I understand." She said softly, knowing even with the quiet tone the male could hear her. "I-if.. If it's for Saruhiko, I can try." She added. "If no one can take me there, then I'll find a way... If I can see Saruhiko again.. then.. then I'll try."
“Hmm,” she mused quietly. How curious that was; she would need to look into this supposed twin/male doppelganger of hers. Munakata watched the small child curiously as she peered past her at something she could probably see in those marbles that wasn’t visible to others’ eyes. She blinked, taken aback by the question. “In bad conditions?” she inquired, confused momentarily at the wording before getting it, “Oh. I’m not on best terms with the Red king, no, simply due to our natures being very different.”
"..." She stared up at the older female, searching in her eyes for something-- anything that she could grasp, and understand. When she found nothing, she sighed and lowered her gaze back to the horizon. "...I see..." And then her head zipped up out of curiosity, a new sparkle in her eyes. "I-if there is a female version of the Blue king... Is there a female version of.. Of Mikoto?" She asked. The thought of having a female Mikoto beside her was strange, yet at the same time felt new, and interesting.
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Her eyes scanned the small crowd for a familiar shade— the only color that was visible to her eyes. Red.
And finding it quickly within the crowd, her eyes lit up as her lips parted to speak. “—Mikoto.” She acknowledged the man whom she adored, running over to his side before finally speaking to the others. “…Domo.”
He didn’t even need to glance at her to know that she would come to his side. Mikoto simply flicked open a lighter, blowing out a puff of smoke. Feeling a small hand grip the end of his jacket, he glanced down once to make sure she didn’t anything before continuing to walk.
She started to speak out, wanting to point out that there were others to greet, but she decided not to. She grasped onto his jacket tighter to prevent from losing her grip as she followed along. She didn't ask where they were going, nor did she expect to hear a response coming from the man soon. She didn't need to hear him speak to know how things were. She just knew, even by his presence alone.
In her position of being next to him and being the only active member in the room— active was definitely not an adjective normally used to describe her however— the girl decided to speak. “A-ah— Good job today, Izumo.” She said softly, feeling as if it were her responsibility to compliment the older man. She had debated whether or not to ask for a cup of milk, not having anything else to say but decided against it. He was taking a break, and she didn’t want to cause him to work again.
It was moments before he was reach back to pat around for a smoke until the young strain spoke up from beside him. “Hn?” Eyelids fluttered once behind signature shades before offering the girl a friendly smile. “Thanks,” not that he had anything more important to do today than any other - but it wasn’t often he got any sort of praise for it. Not often, at least. “Though ‘m doubtin’ I’ll be sittin’ around for very long.” As there never failed to be one other small chore the bartender had looked past, “how ‘bout I get’cha a little somethin’ t’eat or drink? Anything?” She had just gotten up after all - and the obvious assumption from there would be offering something to sate any existing hunger or thirst.
"...If Izumo wants to get me something to eat or drink, it's fine with me." She replied, blinking and looking up at the male to meet eyes. She had planned to stray away from making him do more work, but since the male himself had suggested it she figured it was okay to agree. She knew how busy he was at times with all the work left for him to do. After all, he was the right hand of Mikoto.
” I-It’s red harebell, or red bellflower — it’s sort of rare, a-and it’s a-almost th-the s-s-same sh-shade of r-red as your d-dress. E-except the f-flower’s sort of g-got a paler tone t-to it -if you h-held it up to l-light, i-it’d be semi-transparent.” // Anri took the girl’s colorblindness in stride, working as best as she could to describe the flower.//
"..." She studied the delicate life she held in her small hands, feeling an attachment to it right away. "Mm. Arigatou." She repeated to the other, feeling grateful. "But.. I don't have something to give to you in return."
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Her eyes scanned the small crowd for a familiar shade-- the only color that was visible to her eyes. Red.
And finding it quickly within the crowd, her eyes lit up as her lips parted to speak. "--Mikoto." She acknowledged the man whom she adored, running over to his side before finally speaking to the others. "...Domo."
Even without words, the little girl was content. He had acknowledged her presence there, and that was all she needed. The permission to stay beside him was the best thing she could ever receive. Her eyes took in his familiar red— the red she adored so much. A small, tiny smile curled up her lips as she fixed her eyes back onto the ground.
In an instant he, too, felt content to just have someone near, someone familiar, who didn’t talk just for the sake filling space, obnoxious in a way, just— by his side, offering company, quiet. His eyes slid upwards once more, away from the girl and staring ahead somewhere as he squeezed her fingers slightly, not having missed the smile seconds ago, amused although his face stayed mostly impassive.
It was said that silence was golden. And it really was. Despite the lack of word exchange, everything needed to be said, was already said through the silence. This was something the two shared-- a conversation established through the absence of words. Perhaps it was their bond, or maybe it was something else. What the little one knew for sure was that he was a special person to her. And always will be in her heart.
Feeling his bigger hands squeeze her hand slightly, her heart fluttered with happiness. She returned the small movement, the small smile still remaining on her lips.
akainohime replied to your post: {{ Look at dat fine panty-clad ass. My headcanon…
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Anna pls. Do we have to keep another thing from Mikoto?
Tatara, no. This we must tell Mikoto for the sake of your sanity level staying where it is instead of moving down.
Mikoto + Smoking