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「 ♔ 」 As much as I love Art (and I do... so much...), it’s been made painfully obvious once again that I have absolutely no motivation for him as a muse, so consider this as the official “this blog’s on a permanent hiatus” post. I’ll be active on @nakaula and @deceitist though.
*shows up at your front door* can I come over
「 nice 」 :
An eyebrow lifts at the response – really, Art? Are you actually taking care of yourself? Nice said nothing for a moment, stabbing into his food once more, he ate the second bite before, yet again, offering the next to Art, gaze steady. “Will you actually sleep, Art?” It’s meant to be teasing, but his concern is clear enough. “I doubt you ate recently, and how long will you sleep?” He shifts, leaning forward slightly, with a faint smile – one that is only half-hearted, because he could guess without needing to be told. Perhaps he knew a few of Art’s habits as well as his best friend knew his own.
The plate is nudged slightly towards the other, offering – “Really, eat something. I don’t mind sharing.”
「 ❈ 」 “Yes, I will.” After all, Art wouldn’t have a choice but to sleep if he passed out from exhaustion ( and he was well on his way to doing just that )--no mention of how long he would sleep, though. At the offer, he held up a hand before standing. “Hold on.” He walked away and returned a moment later with his own fork. “It would be awkward to share with only one fork,” he explained. It meant that only one would be able to take a bite at a time. Resigned to his fate, he picked up another forkful of food and ate it. In trying to help his friend, it turned out, he ended up helping himself too.
And it was only after he had a bit of food in his stomach that he realised how hungry he was, so excuse him as he takes a few more bites. Good thing he’d gotten plenty of food.
「 ♔ 」 Hello! If you could, would you please like and/or reblog this post if you’d be interested in interacting with a multi-oc blog? I’ll check out your blog and maybe follow. Thanks in advance! ♡
「 ♔ 」 Hamatora Drinking Game--take a shot every time...
...Art says something self-deprecating.
...there’s a plot hole.
...Art dies.
...someone in the dub pronounces Chiyuu’s name as “chew.”
...Murasaki says something philosophical.
...Nice scratches his bandages.
...Moral says the word “equality.”
...Nice or Murasaki make a comment about not having any money.
...Hajime eats.
...Murasaki’s inferiority complex is made obvious.
「 ♔ 」 I don’t think I ever told Silas about the Hamatora Drinking Game I made awhile ago.
「 nice 」 :
The low growl of his stomach gives him away as the plate is placed before him, a well-balanced meal prepared most-likely prepared beforehand; Art knew his poor habits ( & more specifically, his perpetual lack of funds ) too well. His gaze cuts over to his best friend, catching the knowing gaze briefly. “I could ask you the same thing,” he comments, deft fingers picking up a fork and spinning it between his fingers – “you’ve been lookin’ kind of sick lately.” Stabbing into a piece of food, he lifts it; instead of eating, it’s pointed at Art. “You have to eat and rest, too, y’know. You look exhausted.”
「 ❈ 」 Touche, Nice. Art felt the urge to protest, but couldn’t very well neglect his own health while attempting to help his friend’s ( lead by example and all that; Nice wasn’t as likely to follow his advice if he didn’t take it as well ). With a resigned sigh, he leaned down to take the offered bite, chewing and swallowing neatly before responding. “I’ve been busy with work.” Not a good excuse, and he knew that. “I did already eat, though, and I’ll sleep when I get home.” At least, he thought he ate lunch--or was that breakfast?
「 @spectrumsound 」
「 ❈ 」 “Nice, when’s the last time you ate?” Art didn’t even wait for a response before walking over and setting a plate of food ( a nice, well-balanced meal ) in front of his best friend--his excitable, perpetually broke best friend. “Here, it’s on me.”
Why are people so envious of others? Why do people look down on each other? Why does it happen like that!? It pisses me off…
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「 ♔ 」 Like this for a starter!
「 ♔ 」 Tag dump #2.
@omindlessdepravity replied to your post: 「 ♔ 」 Concept: Art gets a paper cut, thinks, “I...
skill, frantic, “what if it runs out ? i don’t know how my power works, so what if there’s only a limited number of times you can use it ? WHAT IF YOU’RE LIKE A CAT ? WITH ONLY NINE LIVES ? HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU DIED—— YOU MIGHT BE CLOSE TO THE END OF YOUR LIVES BY NOW … OH GOD, I’M SO SORRY, IT’S LIKE A F*CKING /CURSE/”
「 ♔ 」 [Art voice] I’ve... lost count. I think it’s more than nine, so I’m pretty sure there isn’t a limited number.
@omindlessdepravity replied to your post: 「 ♔ 」 Meow.
nii-san, pardon my english, but … what the fuck.
「 ♔ 」 :(
「 ♔ 」 Concept: Art gets a paper cut, thinks, “I don’t feel like dealing with this,” and picks up his knife, only to remind himself that he shouldn’t use his Minimum for such trivial things and Skill and Nice will get mad at him if he does.
"Hey Skill," Art calls to his brother. His tone shows that the topic is serious, maybe even life-threatening, and he needs honest input. "If I bought a cat, would you help me take care of it?" Since he works so much, he feels that he wouldn't have the time to give a feline the proper attention it needed, but if he has help from his brother (and possibly friends), he wouldn't feel so bad.
Upon hearing his brother’s tone of voice , Skill gets deadly serious ; his eyes , obviously , can’t be seen ( or they would be wide with focus on the question at hand ) , but what can still be seen of his eyebrows are knit together with determination , && his mouth presses into a firm line , his artificial fingers pressing at the metal of his palms. One would expect him to lighten up once he’s heard what the question is && realizes it’s not actually a life - threatening situation ( though ‘ life - threatening ’ isn’t really a word either of them subscribe to ; with Art’s ability to come back to life && Skill’s to never truly die , the meaning has been sort of lost ) , but he remains just as serious as before. After all , this is definitely an important situation , && he’s thankful his older brother is treating it with the gravity it deserves.
❝ of course , nii - san ! but we can’t let birthday near it. && if we’re both working , koneko can come help , right ? or do you think maybe she doesn’t get along with other cats … well , anyway , it’ll be fine. i promise. ❞
me: don’t worry kool whip everything is fine don’t force yourself to be on art , i’m holding up fine <3
kool whip: gets on art
me:
「 ♔ 」 Meow.
