Shingeki no Kyojin x Off
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Shingeki no Kyojin x Off
I never knew I wanted this so bad
Hhhh…
"You're spiraling a bit, friend. I can almost see it. What a destructive twist."
"I'm doing fine."
It seems to me that you've been slowly losing faith in your own purity, Batter.
"I don't care about your speculations."
Zacharie perched nearby, watching Batter wordlessly.
...
Happy father's day, Batter.
the night mares s a a ah! ah!
are so
N O I S Y
(( and the worst father of the year award goes to… ))
st
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rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr- snap.
ooc; feelin' a little bit of a fever or something
going to go on my personal or to bed
Send me a ♘ if you think your muse could take mine in a fight
I did less of thing than that other thing
idk
Mr. Batter, you lost the starlight in your eyes.
“…Ah. Thank you for understanding.
I really appreciate it.”
Nods slightly- except of course, that couldn't be seen.
"Don't thank me. It's the most logical choice to make."
And Bingo was his name-o. Zacharie was rather pleased with himself for guessing correctly, not that the answer wasn’t blindingly obvious the second Batter tossed out that useful hint. Words were lost on the moment as Batter moved, and Zacharie sat upright, planting his feet on the seat part of the bench. Hm, what an important subject for Batter if he was so hard pressed in getting answers.
Looking to the hero, Zacharie-
…Zacharie paused and stared at those obvious red eyes painting a monochrome canvas.
Sighing, the merchant tugged at his collar and glanced to the side before reaching out and tipping the bill of Batter’s cap down.
“Does the sun shine?”
At the pause, he lofted an eyebrow in question, only to have his gaze blocked out by the pulled down brim of his hat. Scowling briefly, he simply reached up to jerk the cap back into its original spot, glaring directly at the merchant. He wasn't entirely in the mood for his games, not that he ever was, but with his lack of sleep there was little patience left for him to utilize.
The response only tempted him to shove him off his seat and leave, but that would be childish. And it wouldn't give him any answers.
"..How..-"
His fingertips gripped the backboard a little harder as he fixed Zacharie with a frustrated look. First he had to deal with him when he wasn't at his best and now he had to ask for help, or at least try to. Letting out a quiet exhale, the purifier calmed himself.
".. How do I stop them?"
“…..”
"You're completely blind, then?"
"This is only a delay. When I was sick, you waited. I can wait."
“What a funny question.” Zacharie responded, more considering the meaning behind it rather than his answer. Rocking from side to side, Zacharie looked to the sky for a reply, gripping the back of the bench with a slight lean.
“I dream.” The merchant’s chin tipped down and he looked to Batter, “Nightmares keeping you from catching your 40 winks?”
Funny, maybe, but a lot of things seemed to be funny to the merchant. He shrugged, looking forward again right as the other seemed to lean back in his precarious position upon the edge. What is actually funny to see is the fact that the other is sitting on the wrong part of the bench, a dangerous spot if the Batter cared enough to say so.
Which, he didn't.
"Something like that."
He would have gone on to explain how they felt like nightmares, yet weren't, but he continued to feel as if conversation with the other was menial. Why would one care about the other- as long as they were getting what they needed from another, it shouldn't matter. Suddenly getting up from his statue-like position, he gripped the wood on either side of Zacharie's sitting form, leaning forward on the bench's backboard while intently staring at the man's mask.
"Do you have nightmares, Zacharie?"