sea lioness

[amabie]

☆ LOFTICRIES

Few things made Aoi more glassy-eyed than an insatiable sweet tooth. She got it from her mother, or so she heard-- a craving for anything sickeningly sweet at best. Among those happened to be donuts, and with the announcement of an entire holiday dedicated to the particular pastries, excitement began to bubble. This excitement came in breathy sentences and moony eyes, cheeks flushed pink enthusiasm.

And, afterwards, texts sent in search of finding someone to accompany her on a trip to the nearest donut shop.

TO: ARIDAI FROM: AOI

[txt]: Aridai.. it's national donut day, isn't it..?

[txt]: We could.. if you wanted..

[txt]: Get donuts, I mean!

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♔ — NATURAL'S NOT IN IT.

There are few things on this planet that Leon appreciates, that exclusive list consisting of, in no particular order: good cooking, neatness, and tea. (For now, we should set a stable conscience and innocence aside, as their places in most circumstances often end in no more than cold blood.) His stomach is anything but easily upset, and while his palate can be fickle, that merely reflects more experienced taste. That’s how he would explain things, at least.

And just in time for the thin cup to find its place in his hand, Leon spins to find a tiny thing bearing sunny eyes and something anomalistic that forces him to quirk a brow instead of shove past her. Incapable of distinguishing just what that is, he looks down at the drink one last time. The name scrawled across its cover is not his own, and the blond stifles a groan. "Oh," and while she doesn’t receive an apology right away, he extends a hand to offer it up. "Here."

[amabie]

More often than not, Aoi finds herself tucked in the cracks and crevices of cliches; organic tea shops with static and vague metaphors of emptiness crackling over the speakers. And, more often than not, she's usually accompanied by her variety of disgruntled blond; however, today's different. Today is saved for a certain kind of quietness she rarely gets to appreciate and textbooks she'd rather not. Except, when she settles into her seat, dainty legs folded under her and waiflike fingers curled around her tea cup-- she realizes that, according to the name printed across it, the order isn't her own.

Winding her way through the too-small tea shop, she finds herself face to face with a much taller and, seemingly, much less patient man.

Tilting her head back slightly to meet his gaze, Aoi offers a soft smile, edges dulled and corners lifted slightly (closed-lipped and gentle in all the ways she knows how). She reaches out to take her tea with her free hand, before offering his with her other-- voice quiet and near hesitant when she speaks up, "Oh... thank you. You're Leon, then..?"

(From the looks of it, it seems she attracts a type: blond, nearing cyncial, and jagged at the edges.) 

[koujins-blog]

✖ THE SWEET ESCAPE ✖

[koujins-blog]

He breaks away outside soon enough, offhand mumbling to himself that he might as well avoid going home altogether. Vaguely contemplating taking up base when he can’t attach himself to the background of wherever Aoi is (a library, a cafe— anywhere, actually) simply so he can avoid walking in on rituals and readings and conversations with—

His eyes threaten to narrow when the static suddenly sparks up like wildfire in his mind, but when it dies down just as fast as it starts he figures it doesn’t matter anyways. His phone starts to buzz anyways, taking his mind off the topic completely.

sent to aoi: shouldnt you be studying or something…

sent to aoi: haha nevermind you dont study.

sent to aoi: uhh nothing. i dont feel like sniffing incense and dealing with sacrifices.

[amabie]

There's a moment (or two or five) when she considers dozing back off, gaze falling longingly on her bed and just how inviting it looks right about now. But, instead, she takes to slapping her cheeks lightly and declaring war on the textbook in front of her. Except, she's always been weak to surrender, so no less than a few minutes later she finds herself at the stove, kettle brewing as she thumbs loose trails of ink off the side of her nose.

And, as expected, another buzz reverberates across the kitchen counter.

sent to akise: Oh, hm... I sort of am.

sent to akise: Eh? That isn't true..!

sent to akise: So... your siblings again, then? Either way, I'm at home, so I'll leave the door unlocked.

No surprise. They'd be doing this far too often for it to be considered anything less than routine.

[koujins-blog]

✖ THE SWEET ESCAPE ✖

Akise is still standing in the doorway when he decides he wants to turn around and act like he was never there to begin with.

The bag on his shoulder only shrugged off halfway, caught hanging on his elbow when he hears them — (Eiko and Kei) — making noise, burning something strong enough to make his nose wrinkle as soon as it hits the air around him. He bristles with annoyance as he pulls the bag back up, phone already in hand and scrolling through his (notably short) contact list.

sent to aoi: you’re not busy right?

sent to aoi: because im coming over.

sent to aoi: “already on the crossing the street to walk over” coming over.

The door clicks shut behind him and makes his way down the hallway of the apartment complex; figures he’ll actually be crossing the street in a few minutes anyways while he waits for a reply.

[amabie]

Despite her good-hearted attempts at being a commendable university student, the fates had other things in mind, apparently. Forty-five minutes into a study session and one empty mug of tea later, and she's found herself lightly snoozing on a Statistics textbook (--which might be the best use it's served this entire year). However, a faint buzzing causes her to raise her head from its place on her desk, backhandedly brushing stray hairs from her cheeks.

Akise.

sent to akise: Oh..! No... I don't think so...

sent to akise: Oh!! Okay!!

sent to akise: ... Is something wrong?

Pulling a cozy blanket tighter around her slight shoulders, she directs a tiny frown (which comes off tired at best) towards the cellphone's dimly lit screen in worry, then does the only thing she really can do: wait.

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