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[sxlipsisms-blog]

“Why would I do that? I gave you he option to pick between names, just don’t make fun of it or I’ll make you regret it.”

Geez, the kid needed to relax. What could possible have him so shaken? Claire doesn’t remember seeing him this scared, especially when he was hunted by that guy on top of the train.

“So, now that you know my name, will you give me the honours of telling me yours?”

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          Despite the discomfort clarified by his forced smile, he resolved himself      that any friend of Chane’s --- anyone devoted to her, enough to proclaim love      for her, to marry her...that much was enough for Jacuzzi. He yearned for the      sight of a smile on Chane’s face. Maybe this man could give it to her.

                                                                   ❝ J...Jacu---Jacuzzi...Jacuzzi Splot. ❞

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⊰月⊱—

How interesting that her hero and rescuer was a man who looked so..  Not like the ideal herculean hero. Ah, but she knows better than to  allow one’s appearance to fool her. A thankful smile colors her lips, if a tad small.

❝ No you.. You arrived on time–a second later and I’m  unsure I could have fended them off by myself either…❞  Sure, she had her martial arts-but against such odds? It would’ve been dangerous and this showed her to never leave her home without her own arsenal again. She looks at him almost sympathetically, the concerns of a healer rising forward to the surface of porcelain image.

❝————–Kaguya..❞              A pause.  ❝ Are you alright mister Splot? I’m a doctor–I was on my way to my clinic before this-ah.. Ambush. ❞

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          Relief loosens the tension in his bones, softens the stress visible in his      expression as he lowers the machine gun --- far too big for his brittle frame      --- and breathes a sigh. He smiles, and tears well against the corners of his      eyes in the most genuine and pure of fashions as he does so. There is truly      a gratitude for her safety, so powerful that it moves him to cry, despite that      she is a stranger to him.                         ❝ That’s...that’s great! That’s so great...                                   ...I-I’m so glad! ❞           His tears are interrupted by her query, however, to which he draws his      shoulders back, shock halting the flow of salt and saline as he sniffled, an      embarrassed sort of expression painting his appearance. He shakes his      head virulently, denying.                                                           ❝ A-ah, no! No I---I’m fine!                                                     Th-they didn’t have any guns, so---                                                                  ---so they just ran away!

                             Yer a doctor? W-wow! That’s lucky, huh?                        Or, i-it would be...if I was hurt, I mean.                            W-would ya let me walk ya t’ wherever it is                        yer goin’, Miss Kaguya? I wanna make sure yer safe. ❞

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    “Thank you, that’s very kind of you to offer… They were a gift from my fiance,” Lua offered a gentle smile to the anxious boy, pleased to notice that her attempt to reassure him had helped. Just moments before, she thought he was going to burst into tears. It was hard to believe that this was the very same young man who laid waste to all those Russo family speakeasies a few years back. 

    “I wouldn’t want you to go out of your way, though… You looked like you were in a hurry?” She reached out a dainty hand to what remained of the bouquet he still held. 

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          Despair and guilt washed over his expression, shoulders visibly drooping      as he offers the pitiful bouquet --- or, what’s left of it --- back to the woman. A      deep sorrow laces his voice, which strains itself against the back of his throat.                        ❝ F---yer fiancee? O-oh gosh, I’m---                    I’m so sorry! I-I’ll pay fer ‘em! It ain’t outta my way at all! ❞           In truth, he’d been in a rush to return home, being that his appointment with      a current vendor had run late, but this was far more important. Surely Nice and      the others would understand. After all, it was simply in Jacuzzi’s nature to be      giving. Sweeping the dust from his trouser’s knees, he rose from the ground to      fidget uncomfortably beneath her stare.                                              ❝ L-let’s go---let’s go back t’ where ya got ‘em! ❞

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“Sounds TEMPTING but I gotta deny. I’m working y’know.” Usually Worick wouldn’t say no to that offer but he also knew that the place they were at only sold alcoholic beverages and those were the death to his skin and HANDSOMENESS.

“Maybe some other time pal.”

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                      ❝ ---Uh, s-sure...next time, then! ❞           Hardly bothered was he by the refusal. Rather, what struck him with a      slight unease was the reason presented for it. After all, he was quite the      intimidating gentleman in appearance, and housed currently within this      building were his dearest friends and comrades.                                  ❝ W-work, ya said? W-what kinda work do ya do? ❞

REBLOG IF YOU DON'T MIND BLOODY ROLEPLAYS OR VIOLENT ROLEPLAYS

[sxlipsisms-blog]

“Now why would I lie about that? Me and Chane met on the Flying Pussyfoot roof and that is where I proposed to her. As for a name, I’m still debating on what name to go by but for now you may call me Claire or, you know, for old times’ sake, the Rail Tracer. I got no reason to lie to you now do I?”

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                           ❝ W-well, n...no, but... ❞           But the Rail Tracer was a monster by legend...and no matter what sins      this man had committed upon that train, no matter how much blood he’d      spilled --- a person who loved Chane with such devotion could never be      considered a monster.                                                            ❝ ...i-if it’s all the same t’ ya, I-I think                                                      I’ll just call ya Claire. Is...is that alright?                                                Yer...yer not gonna hurt me or nothin’, are ya? ❞

[knifefites-blog]

      He really hadn’t been planning on ordering anything else to drink this evening, if he’s being honest. He’d been planning, instead, on finishing up his last one and leaving - it’s late and Ennis is bound to worry if he stays out much longer. The last thing he needs is a distressed homunculus running around the streets of New York, searching every speakeasy she can get to. He’s tempted to take this guy up on the offer, but he has to decline.

      “Next time.” He muses, as if he just knows they’ll meet again someday. “I’ve got to be heading home soon. I’ve got a lady and a kid back at my place who’ll be annoyed if I come stomping into the house and wake them up.” He pauses, though, giving the man one quick look over. “Mm.. yeah. You look familiar too. Can’t really place it, but- we’ve probably seen each other somewhere or other. —what’s your name?”

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          A slight distress marred his otherwise friendly demeanor, seeming lax to      let the man leave without a proper apology --- but neither would he be so bold      as to demand that the man stay. After all, if he had offended him, then it was      hardly his place to ask favors of him for the sake of soothing his own guilt. A      soft nod was given, surprised to hear that a person so young ( perhaps even      as young as himself ) had a wife and a child already. Jacuzzi couldn’t begin      to imagine the weight of a responsibility such as a child...! Then again...such      a love he must have, one that could only be understood by a parent.           Lost amidst his reverie, the question seemed to jolt him back to reality, a      rapid flutter of dark lashes proceeding the stammered reply.                                                ❝ ---Uh...Ja...Jac---Jacuzzi. Jacuzzi Splot. ❞

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               The officer’s harsh dispossession quickly changes. His eyes soften and the deep frown befalling his plush lips has lessened. It would not be the first time he’s brought a man to tears, less that of one nearly the same age as him. But it was rare to find someone so … sensitive.

           ❝H-hold on! Why don’t you try trying calming down first. I’m sure we can work this out. Just please… there’s no need to get so worked up.❞ He tried not to sound demanding, but worry colors his deep tone and the words rush out. The officer would have to take a far less direct approach, for he did not wish to upset the man any further.  

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          Thick tears burned auburn eyes as bruised knuckles rose to rub them      dry. Flushed cheeks stained with salty rivers were felt hot to the touch, a      shudder proceeding every breath as he struggled to calm himself for the      sake of the Officer’s words. Some may suspect that such an unreasonable      reaction was a ploy to pull at the lawman’s heart-strings --- but anyone who      was at all familiar with Jacuzzi Splot could see that it was simply, entirely      genuine. It was in his soft-hearted nature.           He was the only gang leader in all of America that spent more time      crying than scheming. Wiping his nose on his sleeve, he tentatively lifted      his reddened eyes to meet the policeman’s.                                                         ❝ ...O-okay...s-sorry, I...I’m sorry... ❞

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         The bouquet of flowers clutched close to her breast brought a subtle, dreamy smile to her lips. Ethereal blossoms of white roses, lilies, chrysanthemums and carnations splayed out lavishly before her, reminiscent of arrangements she had seen at funerals. Her mind began to slip into a daydream when– 

        A sudden impact brought her crashing back down to reality. Her gaze was silently fixed on the mess of petals and stems now scattered on the ground, rather than the apologetic boy scrambling to gather them. She thought they still looked lovely just like that, but part of her worried about Ladd’s thoughtful gift going to waste. 

      “It’s alright… Please don’t worry yourself too much,” She tried to soothe the boy’s panic and crouched down beside him to gather what was left of the bouquet. It was then that she glimpsed the unmistakable tattoo on his face.

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          Despite her reassurances, the crushed petals clasped against his chest      only served to deepen the creases of guilt cut into his countenance. Doeful      eyes watched in awe as the angel of a woman lowered her figure to his level,      and flushed ears listened as she spoke with a voice so lilting and gentle that      he was almost certain that she was hiding a pair of velveteen wings beneath      her satin gown. Something about her was just so naturally...soothing.           Even a skittish, timid boy the likes of he seemed to quiet to her kindness.

                                                ❝ ...A---are ya sure? But...yer flowers... ❞           Pale lips pursed, his gaze falling to the gathered bouquet against his thin      chest. Most of them had been salvaged from stem to petal, but a few rested      bruised and broken against the checkered corduroy of his vest. Perhaps he      should replace them for her...? The recognition of the mark upon his visage      went unnoticed, clearly too consumed in his faux pas.                                                 ❝ I-if ya’d like, I...I could buy ya some more! ❞

[erikararara]

“Are you? Are you really?” Erika purred, hiding her surprise through a well-trained guise of placidity. There was something to be said about cosplay in how it allowed a person to adapt to any kind of situation by throwing oneself into the mind of another.

She removed herself from her seat and crouched down on the floor, folding her arms gingerly across her knees, “You’re a funny guy. You don’t look like the leader of a gang. Aren’t you supposed to be a stone-cold, hard-faced thug?”

None of which seemed to fit what she knew about him but he could, just as she was now, put on an act for the sake of other people… After all, there were plenty of witnesses here!

“Then what are you doing here if you don’t want a fight? Passing through? That’s a little too coincidental! And I know there’s no such thing as coincidence. There is only… Hitsuzen.”

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          She made quite the prudent point. A boy so young and feeble of body and      spirit was hardly the image conjured when a story so large was spread --- but      the truth was as clear as the tattoo on his face. A boy so skittish could only be      as honest. Another soft simper edged his words as he attempted to life his      mussed crown from the floor, but failed.                                                        ❝ ...Y-yeah, r...really. It’s me. I’m the guy.                                                I-I ain’t pullin’ yer chain or nothin’. L-lots ‘a people                                                     expect that. I...I guess I should be, but... ❞           The cold floor kissed his brow then, burying his face against the footprints      of those who had tread this space before him. His voice was filled with an utter      despair of self, a loathing and disappointment born only within one’s own heart.      After all, one was one’s worst critic.                                                                   ❝ ...but I’m not. I’m just a c-coward.                                                                                I ain’t no big thug or nothin’.❞           ---Her next words, however, brought his chin up from the dirty tile, doe eyes      wide with curiosity. His pronunciation of the word was butchered by his accent,      but the tone was unmistakable: wonder.                                                                          ❝ H--- ...hit...sus’n? What’s that? ❞

[bootlcggcr-blog]

            tfw when GRAHAM SPECTER tells you                   that you aren’t making any sense.

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                ❛ Don’t deserve her? You’re not makin’ any sense. She’s your girl, right? ❜

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              ❝ ...W-well, yeah, but...but ya don’t just marry the            girl ya love. Ya provide fer ‘er. Ya make sure that...that              ya can give ‘er everything she’ll ever need! Ya definitely                     don’t bootleg liquor and...and wage war with the mafia.                ---B-before I ask ‘er somethin’ like that, I...I wanna be a               better person...than I am now! A person who doesn’t run                       away all the time. A person who...who can make sure                                              that she’s never unhappy again.❞

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                ❛ You haven’t asked her to marry ya once? ❜

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                ❝ I---w-what’s wrong with that?!             W-we just ain’t ready fer that yet...!                          Wh-why’s it gotta be now?!!                    I don’t---I don’t deserve ‘er yet!  ❞

[tiwicat]

part 1 | part 2 ★ Baccano! ~ Your ticket, please!

[bootlcggcr-blog]

                 ❝ D-don’t laugh...!                 I-it’s not funny, Graham...! ❞