For the Future.

Cardfight!! Vanguard G RP Blog Chrono Shindou Affiliated with Isola Radiale. Rank: Dwarf Housing: Townhouse 204 "This is the first time I've found something..."

[shiningpunisher]

simple minds think alike

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shiningpunisher‌:

“…Chrono-san! I wasn’t expecting to see you here! Come to think of it, I haven’t seen you around lately… Have you been busy?”

When he thought about it, Chrono had been rather scarce around the apartment lately, hadn’t he? Tasuku hadn’t spoken to him at length since the zombie apocalypse that shook the town two months ago.

When he really thought about it, living in the same apartment but not talking to each other for two months was kind of strange. Tasuku had been far too busy with his duties as a police officer, but wasn’t Chrono making an effort to avoid him? 

Well, it wasn’t as if either of them could do anything about it now that they literally bumped into each other.

“No, I’m off duty today. I thought I’d try to look for some last minute presents for the kids at the orphanage.”

“Um, about that--”

However, before he’d try to come up with some sort of half-assed excuse, did Tasuku turn the conversation around completely, and much to his interest, actually.

“Oh... for the kids?”

That was certainly one way to hit a tender spot. 

“M.. me, too, actually.”

In his arms, he already held a few boxed items--a popular board game and an electronic racing car--but stuffed toys were certainly something long-lasting and sentimental for the younger ones; a soft and huggable friend to carry around for the difficult times he knew all too much about...

“Does that mean you’re gonna head over there and help with the arrangements, too?”

[shiningpunisher]

simple minds think alike

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shiningpunisher‌:

“Hm… Maybe… No, he doesn’t like that at all…”

One winter day found Tasuku perusing the shelves of a nearby toy store for gift ideas. The orphanage Tasuku had become acquainted with had little money to spare for gifts for the children, and yet so many of the kids had come to Tasuku asking them if they were on Santa’s naughty or nice list. 

Tasuku remembered when he had believed in Santa. His parents had taught him to be good for the sake of being good, but like any child, he couldn’t deny that he had wanted a reward for his exemplary behaviour as well. 

But more than that… How long had it been since he had stopped believing? After his parents had died, probably, when he wished to Santa every night for his parents to come back to him and wondered why they hadn’t appeared under the cheap, plastic tree he had purchased with what little money he had. The sadness and loneliness from realizing that wish could never be granted… 

Tasuku wouldn’t wish that kind of sadness on any child.

“Oh…!”

A wide array of stuffed animals caught his eye on the bottom shelf, and he knelt down to inspect them.

“Hmm… Yeah, this could work… He mentioned he really wanted one of these…”

He shuffled to the left, looking for a particular stuffed animal…until his head collided into someone else’s.

“Ow…! Oh, I’m so sorry! I wasn’t watching where I was–”

“Ogh..!”

--Shopping a few days too late before Christmas had already proven to be a huge headache, but now, smacking skulls with the customer beside him, had most literally given Chrono one as the icing on the cake. (Well, that was his fault for putting this off for so long...)

“You... --Tasuku.”

As he gave a long, heavy sigh, the redhead most certainly felt apart of his soul escaping out with it; the last time he had honestly spoke to his junior had been during the big zombie apocalypse episode...and what an embarrassment that had been.

“Sheesh,. what’re you doin here, anyway? Don’t you have cop duty?”

It had been convenient at least, to avoid his shame while Tasuku had been busy hustling about the city fighting crime or whatever, but now that they were together, Chrono was hoping for two things: 1.) Tasuku not bringing up that awkward moment they had at the safety zone, and 2.) Tasuku not calling him out for actually knowing close to nothing about dragons. The laundry list of anxieties were certainly piling up now...

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enishichi‌:

   There are no words that could describe what he feels right now or what he should be feeling. Judging from the other redhead’s appearance… he should’ve known better that this is not the Shindou Chrono he knows all of this time. There was a pang inside of him, but he couldn’t tell what - it was different from the moment he fought Anjou Tokoha back then. Something darker and familiar, easy to brush off from time to time but it haunts like most Dark Zone resident.

  The only conclusion he could get and pinpoint right now is; this Shindou Chrono didn’t walk on the same timeline with him. Truth to be told, the possibility for this to happen perplexed him in the most terrible way. Even so, he’ll try to treat him all the same.

  ‘ Deepest apologize for jumping to my own conclusion. Please forget what I said. ‘ It’s best if the said topic was never brought out until he fully accepted everything. Behind that stoic expression lies a fragile and sensitive personality much like of a crab he is. Beside, Chrono is right they have something they need to take care of first rather than bantering over something so trivial and could be picked up anytime when the situation is not related to death-or-alive.

  ‘ Don’t worry about, I’ll be fine in no time. My intention of going here is to look for people who are capable enough to kill the Shamblers. There are people trapped in Fibonacci Ward and I was the only one who managed to get out. ‘ Again, being a lone survivor at the cost of other people’s life. ‘ If you know anyone who is capable enough, please tell me. ‘

Although the elder insisted on moving on from the subject, it was a lot easier said than done. This made two people now that had known and been very familiar to Chrono despite the feeling not being very mutual... that and a lot of unheard circumstances that he definitely deemed as pretty far-fetched. Sure, he enjoyed facing off against new opponents and even winning at Vanguard, but would he honestly be great enough to go to a tournament without the right teamwork skills? Maybe the answer only remained with these weirdos. 

“So, uh... gotta name?” he thought to spout the first thing that came to his mind. “You know mine but I don’t really know yours.”

Awkward introductions aside, that didn’t seem to break the tension in the air at all as his new companion admitted his true objective. 

“Trapped...”

Chrono’s mind immediately thought to Ryuenji Tasuku--though he wasn’t exactly sure as to why that was, he was on some pretty cumbersome terms with the kid... but there was no doubt that his ability to fly around thanks to his dragon pal that he would have been very a useful asset in a situation like this. 

“No, sorry I don’t really know anyone, but...”

He couldn’t bring himself to rely on Tasuku; he actually couldn’t bring himself to rely on much of anyone for that matter. but if the people in the Fibnoacci Ward needed help with this disaster, then --

“Let me try to do something. I’m fast, I can outrun most of these zombie freaks. Maybe I can serve as a distraction while we try to get everyone out. I know the streets well enough by now, I could help you plan an escape route somewhere.”

@enishichi

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Event: Zombie

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shiningpunisher‌:

As he turned to take off with Jack again, a sudden hold on his wrist pulled him back, and Tasuku turned to look at the culprit.

“Chrono-san?”

He was taken aback by the look on Chrono’s face before Chrono ultimately hid it. The split second he had seen it, though–an utterly torn look of fear, not of what was to come, but of simply being left alone… He felt his heart pang in sympathy.

Tasuku knew that look too well. 

After all…he had seen it countless times in the mirror.

And he knew that, had their positions been reversed, had Chrono been the protector and Tasuku the civilian, Tasuku would have felt the same way.

“Hehe… Are you worried about me?”

As Chrono with drew, Tasuku reached out, taking one of Chrono’s hands with both of his own smaller ones…and squeezing gently.

“Thank you, Chrono-san. That makes me happier than you think.”

“I promise I’ll be careful. I can’t protect anyone if I go and get myself killed, right? So I’ll definitely come back.”

“Th-that’s not what I--!!”

Head snapping up at Tasuku’s rather lenient response--Ack! This was so embarrassing!--as much as he wanted to pull away from his hands clasped around his own, it probably would have looked worse on him to do so. Tasuku was just smiling and looking at him with his big dumb eyes...like he knew all of the answers despite Chrono not even knowing himself why he had acted without thinking.

Ugh, he just wanted nothing more than to make like an ostrich and stuff his head into the pavement for good!

“Wh-whatever... Just go already!” Gaining the incentive to shake the other off, Chrono turned heel and made a run for it, although the very thought of Tasuku’s genuine expression of sympathy boring into his back made his ears and neck burn ten fold..

Why the hell would I miss you, Tasuku...?! Hmph!

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Event: Zombie

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shiningpunisher‌:

“I’m stronger than I look! You have to trust me! We don’t have time!”

Luckily, Chrono saw the urgency in the situation and jumped, flailing into Tasuku’s waiting arms. The sudden weight knocked him off balance for a split second, but he was able to steady himself within a few moments. With Chrono clinging to his neck, Tasuku rose into the air again, towards the giant Armordragon keeping the Spectres at bay and away from the zombies clawing at his ankles.

“Jack, let’s go! Chrono-san, we’re gonna go to a shelter. I’ll have you ride Jack, alright? Please hold on tightly.”

Having had to dispose of several more hostile spirits on the way, Tasuku and Jack finally reached a relatively safe area where many citizens had already taken shelter. Landing just outside, Jack allowed Chrono off his back before retreating back into his card. The last thing they needed was citizens panicking at the sight of a giant dragon in addition to all the monsters ambling about.

“Here we are. This is a pretty safe place. There are lots of people here–and lots more who know how to fight. Don’t leave this area until it’s all over, okay?”

With that, Tasuku turned back towards the city, ready to head off again…

As he landed under the scoop of Tasuku’s arms, Chrono gasped out as he could physically feel the both of them plummet with their combined weight in tow. It was like tying a rock to a feather in hopes it would still float when dropped--utterly impossible; giving Chrono a new fear of vertigo as his stomach performed somersaults, he grit his teeth as he prepared for the worst possible outcome--

Aaughhh, I knew it! Tasuku, what were you thinkinggg--! “Uh... h-hunh...?”

Luckily, that was all unnecessary, as Tasuku no sooner regained his leverage and began a higher ascent away from the straggling undead bodies in pursuit below. He wasn’t exactly sure how he managed to pull this off--magical bullshit, that was the only way!--but at least he could finally let out a sigh in relief... That is, only until he remembered the detached hand of the one zombie he had tried to fend off on his own was still clamped to his ankle, Chrono screaming again and thrashing violently, almost killing the both of them....

Once the ride was over--and admittedly, upgrading to a dragon had been a much more pleasant experience--Chrono was simply grateful to be in one piece. He was disheveled, exhausted, and starving on top of all of that, but even as he simply nodded half-attentively to Tasuku’s instruction, something strange set him off in the moment he turned his back to him. 

“A-ah, wait--!”

Why̢ a͡r̷é you goin͡g ̴of͜f ͟on͠ ýoùr ówn͞ ͏aga̷i҉n̕?! We̴ ņee͢d ͘to stay ̴to̷ge͏t͘h͡ér̡!̷

He took a desperate step forward and grabbed his wrist, effectively pulling the other back. But upon seeing Tasuku’s baffled expression in turn, he immediately released him, donning his own similar reaction as he found his bewildered gaze falling to his feet in shame.

Why the hell had he nabbed his wrist like that?! Clearly Tasuku had been in complete control of the situation, no less to be expected of someone who had experience as not only a protector, but a bonafide hero as well. All of those tall tale stories he had shared amongst the orphaned kids during their volunteer days weren’t anything to scoff at. He was the real deal. So why...?

“You... You better be careful. ” It was all he could say to cover for himself, too afraid to face Tasuku now that he had done something so foolishly impulsive. Just what was he going to think? 

Aughhh, idiot, idiot! What was that all about?!

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Event: Zombie

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shiningpunisher‌:

“Hold on a little longer! I’ll deal with those zombies!”

But how to go about doing this? 

If he used any of his spells, he risked harming Chrono as well. It would’ve been simple to cast another Dragon Flame, or blast the zombies to bits with a Dragonic Shoot…but the blast radius on his magic wasn’t anything to be scoffed at, and the Future Force made every single impact feel very, very real.

He would have to use a less explosive spell in that case… But which one? He thought back to the encounter at the Parade of Memories. The girl who had appeared out of nowhere, her actions that had caused this whole mess to happen. She had used a spell that time, hadn’t she? Or sort of magic. In that case…!

Tasuku snatched a glowing card from the myriad that was floating around him.

“Cast! Dragon Crush!”

An ethereal claw extended from the card and slammed down onto the Shambler closest to Chrono, flattening it in an instant. It swept through the ranks of zombies, cutting through them in a macabre rain of falling rotting flesh and limbs. With that, he had cleared the perimeter of zombies.

But more were still coming.

“Rgh… There’s no time. Chrono-san, do you trust me? Then I need you to jump.”

He held out his arms.

“I’m going to catch you, I promise! But we can’t stay on the ground for much longer. There’re too many for me and Jack to deal with alone. Hurry, Chrono-san!”

Reflexively coiling his limbs around the pole even tighter as Tasuku proceeded to summon a monstrous claw from the likes of a glowing trading card in his hand--Verbatim! No details exaggerated here!--he couldn’t help but mask his relief with a gag as a flurry of rotting body parts strewn every which way was beginning to make his stomach churn. 

This is literally crazy! How did I land myself in the middle of a fantasy RPG?!

“Rgh… There’s no time. Chrono-san, do you trust me? Then I need you to jump.”

... Huh? What?! What did he say!?

“Are you insane?! Can you even carry my weight?! What if you--?!”

--But there was no more time to complain; for every zombie Tasuku had already taken out, many more were beginning to take their place, not to mention the ones that hadn’t been properly disposed of were already squirming and inching their way back towards him..

“Aughh! Don’t drop me!”

And with that, Chrono took a leap of faith, closing his eyes shut for good measure.

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enishichi‌:

   Plea fell to deaf ears as Satoru only able to keep on dashing and dashing despite his already terrible health. A silent mutter of ‘sorry’ all he could give for the time being but survival comes first and another thing comes next. Curse his limitation in familiarizing himself with this area in a short time, if he didn’t bump into a familiar figure in the most peculiar way, he wouldn’t likely last long unless he was capable of fighting back.

   Unless, he didn’t have the capability.

   Giving in to the younger boy’s rhythm, he followed the fellow cardfighter into a dumpster and dunk himself in without thinking twice. Once the background noises subsided, Satoru took a peek. Everything is as dead as a cemetery. Come to think about it, isn’t this scenario is way too familiar in horror movies? Except this is a reality of its own.

  Exhaustion starting to creep itself and swallow him whole causing slight headache and nausea torturing his body temporarily. Curse the aftereffect of a sickness that had long left him ever since the cure was found. It’s getting harder to breathe - perhaps due to how long he had been running - and he could feel the corner of his eyes are stinging from heat. Good gracious they could take their time for a bit.

  ‘ I’m sorry for the unpredictable predicament, ‘ he started, unsure of what to say in all honesty. What comes after immediately makes the redhead jolts on the spot and eye his companion from head to toe. Certainly, he looks… younger and shorter than he originally remembers. Still, all of this fiasco makes him hard to register what exactly is going on and how he should proceed with this newly obtained information. ‘ we… we used to be enemies, and our team fought against each other in U20. do you not remember…? ‘

As they took a moment’s reprieve in their rather unsanitary bunker, Chrono, for the life of him, couldn’t make out what this guy was trying to say; implying that he had his act together as a cardfighter on a legitimate tournament worthy scale was already super presumptuous--if not a little flattering--but definitely no where near fitting his current description.  He wouldn’t lie; he wished he could say it was true. 

“U20...? Team? You mean TRY3? We didn’t even make it to the end of our first tournament, I...” Yeah, that particular memory was bittersweet, an escalated predicament that began with good intentions having resulted in Chrono losing all of his accumulated experience on his FICA. He was supposed to have moved on from those miserable feelings by now, although that was definitely easier said than done...

--No, they were literally in the middle of what could be considered a zombie apocalypse right now! There was no time for wallowing in his latent emo urges!

“Um, anyway... are you, uh, gonna be okay...? You’re breathing kinda heavy. Let’s get outta this dumpster and head somewhere else.”

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enishichi‌:

･ﾟ ✝ ❝ @chroyes

   In order to seek help for the refugee, one must go out of the safe zone and seek help. He knows, someone might be better for this task, but beggar can’t be picky and all he could do is to run for his life as hundreds of Shamblers are chasing him right on his back. Let alone the ghost that starts to possess anything around him to block his way and do an actual harm. 

   Skidding through debris and alike, teal-hued irises are searching for a safe zone to save his dear life before continuing his journey. Still, everything never goes as smooth as he planned—

   ‘ Shindou Ch— RUN!! ‘

--Again, an unfamiliar face that seems to know his name--first that big guy at the cardshop the other day, and now this lanky goth guy?--comes rambling out of no where, but this time bringing with him a very imminent danger. Where did all of those zombies even come from?! Did this guy piss off a whole graveyard or something?!

“What?! H-hey hey, hey! No! Don’t bring them this way!”

But it was far too late for complaints, Chrono having no choice but to turn-tail on the spot and join in on the undead race of the bulls in the middle of what used to be a peaceful intersection. Pumping his legs as he fought against his already depleting stamina, his mind raced to find an escape route, head whipping back to check behind him as the legion of persistent Shamblers continued to give chase.  Gotta think of something fast, or we’re both mincemeat!

Turning the corner, and noticing that there was a conveniently narrowed alleyway between shops, Chrono improvised and signaled for the other bounding victim behind him to follow his lead. Seeing an empty dumpster in his path, he wasted no time explaining his thought process, snagging at the elder’s wrist and clambering the both of them inside the musty interior and pulling the cover shut.

With the hold of both of their breaths, it seemed that the Shamblers had decidedly run past and failed to detect their hiding spot, Chrono letting out a heavy relieved sigh as he wiped an instance of sweat from his brow. And to think he had only expected to make a short supply run... there went that idea.

“Whew... I think we’ve managed to fool them. That was too close...”

And more importantly--

“Hey, how d’you know my name?”

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Event: Zombie

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shiningpunisher‌:

“Cast! Dragon Flame!”

With long azure hair billowing behind him, Tasuku sent several more Spectres to their fiery doom. With bone-chilling screeches, the spirits disappeared into wisps, and more came to take their place.

With a click of his tongue, Tasuku prepared another card, before a yell and a shock of red caught his eye.

“…Huh?! Wasn’t that…” 

“Chrono-san?!”

And he was in a very precarious position by the looks of it. Just barely managing to outrun the Shamblers following him, Chrono had climbed up an electrical pole and was clinging on for dear life.

“Jack, can you take care of those incoming ghosts?! Chrono-san’s in trouble down there!”

“I’m on it!”

A jet of fire streamed from Jack’s jaws, lighting up the murky dark sky as Tasuku dove below.

“Chrono-san, hold on! I’m going to save you!”

“Why’re you all so persistent?! I won’t taste any good! Take my word for it!”

But despite his claims, the zombies circled around the base of the pole were reaching for any piece of Chrono they could manage. With that sentiment driving them alone, darkened and decaying fingers clawed at the fraying wood, one of them using another’s hunched back as leverage as it extended its bony arm and snagged the redhead’s ankle.

“Gyaahh! Get off, get off!”

Squirming and kicking with all of the force he could muster, the zombie that had taken ahold of him suffered a nasty direct shove of his boot to the face, their shoulder cracking clean off the rest of their crumbling body as their iron grip remained. Now picture that: a random dangling arm fully detached from its original body, now just hanging onto his leg and swaying loosely... Nothing to be freaked out about, right? --Wrong. A panicked scream later and the help that Chrono thought may never come came in the form of a familiar voice calling out to him from above. And of course, that one person was--

“Tasuku?!” What the hell?! But honestly, he’d be damned if he couldn’t admit how happy he was to see him right now, coming to his rescue despite all odds. Never mind that he was flying through the air without the assistance of his dragon or a pair of wings...

“G-get me outta here!! Please!”

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Event: Zombie

"--Screw off, cornflakes! I’m not on the menu! Not today!”

Somehow, someway, a normal outing to fetch some groceries had turned into your typical escape from the undead scenario. Minding his own business, Chrono had been taking his usual stroll down the streets of the typically peaceful city of Spirale... only to have stumbled upon a legion of approaching zombies hunkering about. Needless to say, he was fortunate enough to be faster than most of them. 

Fast-forward to about 25 minutes later, with no where else to run or hide, Chrono had managed to clamber up an electrical pole and barely keep his behind from getting bitten... And as morbidly hilarious as this all was, even the likes of Chrono was just about done with this sick turn of events. How long was he going to be able to keep this up?

Arghh, no way! This has got to be a dream! Wake up, idiot, wake upppp--!

@shiningpunisher

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foofightergen‌:

Right away, Tetsu mind comes to several theories to what this means. Either this is a Chrono that didn’t know him and came from a alternate time line [it wouldn’t be the first] or he was way ahead of the other in terms of what part of the time line he was picked in. Of course this is all theories and there were more sensible options. After all Tetsu had little influence in the growth and restoration of the units card. 

 “Tetsu.  Vice Chief of the united Santuary branch of the Vanguard association. We met, once in the future. But that doesn’t matter right now, does it.” he takes a quick look around, so many players and yet none of them were even close to the level he was used to. 

 “I have a few theories , but I doubt you be interested in hearing them.”

“Tetsu...-san, then.”

The name still didn’t ring any bells, but the mentioning of the United Sanctuary branch certainly did. It hadn’t been too long since Chrono had been pulled from his own world that he and Team Try3 had attempted to bring down the authoritarian rule that Kanzaki Yuichirou had forced upon its members. And for some reason, even that felt rather hazy...

“Oh, hold on. That means you’re one of the people that took over at UniSan after Kanzaki-san resigned then?”

Again, very unclear but he had no reason not to believe this man either. However...

“... Wait. Future? Theory? You’ve... lost me there.”

Was this guy for real? Or was he one of those adult chuunibyou? 

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foofightergen‌:

chroyes liked your post “starter call for anyone awake?”

It tells a lot about people when they are elated to see a card shop of vanguard in the middle of the city. Well not near the hole but rather … close enough. He’ll get into specifics later but there was a bit of joy in finding a vanguard shop. Even more joy when he had beaten all of the fighters in the store in the span of a hour. 

He never thought he miss vanguard this much. 

Then he turns his head. 

 “Oh, its you.”

nice to see he doesn’t react much to this situation. 

--It was only after the reconstruction of the city had taken place that Chrono had finally started seeing hobby shops popping up here and there. And although their quality wasn’t anything near the kind he was used to at Card Capital 2 back at home, it was certainly better than nothing. Vanguard wasn’t as recognized but it was understandable when the presentation of other competitive games from various worlds had been added into the mix as well.

After a busy morning of running some personal errands for himself, he finally packed his deck and headed out to test the waters of the Spirale Vanguard community, starting with the shop closest to his apartment complex. It was fairly busy, with some tables already occupied by various players, but not even a few steps in and Chrono was immediately stopped by the likes of a giant wall of a person obstructing his path to the playing area. 

“...Hunh?”

This guy.... he suddenly spoke up as if he knew Chrono. But it was defintely safe to say that he’d never seen the likes of this behemoth in his life. (You’d think he’d remember someone this tall, after all.)

“Am I s’posed to know who you are?”

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Not So Birthday [9.9]

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shiningpunisher‌:

Oh, good, a normal reaction. Tasuku was relieved to see that this encounter wasn’t on collision course to another disaster.

“Oh no, don’t worry about it, Chrono-san. I’d leave a note there if I didn’t want anyone to touch them. Those ingredients were for everyone. I’m glad that they’re seeing good use already.”

“Besides, it’s not like we can keep fresh things for long, even when they’re in the fridge. So please, use as much as you like. I don’t have a whole lot to do at the moment, so I can always buy more.”

Still, Tasuku mused as he surveyed the array of vegetables before him. That’s a lot of ingredients. Chrono had even taken out the meat to use. With this collection of ingredients, as well as the spices that Chrono had laid out… 

“Are you making curry?”

It was Tasuku’s own go-to food too. Convenient, and it could last him an entire week. Curry really was great.

“Uh, yeah... it’s one of my favorites. It lasts a long time, y’know?”

Rather it be leftovers for dinner, or something his aunt could take along as her lunch throughout the week, curry had been one of the very first recipes Chrono had trained himself to make. With his dream of becoming fully independent in the nearby future, he had prepared himself to master a full repertoire of skills to take care of himself, and eating well would certainly prevent health issues and pesky trips to the doctor. It just seemed irresponsible to move out on your own and not even know how to boil some water or cut up vegetables. (Though unbeknownst to him quite yet, most adults were actually very inept when it came to these assumed simple tasks...)

Turning back to the cutting board on the counter--he could only look someone in the eyes for so long before it felt way too nerve-wracking--Chrono nibbled at his own lips in attempt to find the courage to invite Tasuku to join him when the dish was finished. 

It was hard, embarrassing even that it took this much effort to offer up his time to spend with someone else, but for the one person who gave him a Birthday wish when he really hadn’t needed to...

He wanted to give back that amount of effort, too.

“H-hey, Tasuku... when I’m done... d’you want some?”

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Not So Birthday [9.9]

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shiningpunisher‌:

Tasuku watched with horror as the egg that Chrono had been holding sailed right out of his hands, high into the air…before landing safely in his palms again. Tasuku breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the egg still intact.

Why are his reactions always so extreme…?!

Maybe he should have given some warning before speaking up, but…it wasn’t as if Tasuku had been trying to be particularly quiet?! He could hear and feel Jack sighing and shaking his head from within his card, a sentiment that Tasuku mirrored.

Anyway. The exasperation, at least, didn’t show on Tasuku’s face, and after calming down, he was able to smile at Chrono again.

“I got an alert on my phone.” He held his phone up, and said alert was clearly visible–just in case Chrono thought he was talking out of his rear end. “And you’re the only Chrono-san, I know, so I thought I’d try asking. Looks like you’re the birthday boy today.”

“Happy birthday, Chrono-san.”

“O-oh....”

Well that had been a lot of wasted energy over something so obvious. Chrono had to hand it to him, though, Tasuku had no reason to go out of his way like this to give him his Birthday wishes, and yet here he still was. Three awkward encounters later, and he was still putting in the effort to do something so selfless and thoughtful.  They weren’t even friends--heck, hardly even acquaintances!--but Chrono figured he couldn’t just leave him hanging like that.

Damn it.

“.. Thanks, Tasuku.”

Uttering his sheepish gratitude, his naturally averted gaze settled on the potatoes, carrots and onions idle in front of him, suddenly realizing yet another folly on his part.

You’re gonna strike out sooner or later, asshole..!

“Um, you’re the one that stocked up on groceries, right? Sorry, I’ve already gone and started using them without permission...”

Although apart of him meant to invite Tasuku to treat himself to his home cooking regardless, with just how incredibly inept he had proven himself in the social interactions between them thus far, it wasn’t happening. 

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Not So Birthday [9.9]

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shiningpunisher‌:

“Alright, we should be set for the week now. …Not that we’ve been particularly busy ever since coming here…”

But buying groceries, stocking up on food, and preparing enough meals to last him the week had become habit in the past four years. Even with this surplus of free time–which Tasuku hoped to get rid of soon–he was hard-pressed to relax. For someone as busy as Tasuku had been, it simply felt wrong to be spending his days idle…

“Hm… Maybe we ought to explore a little more… Or…”

As he mumbled to himself and scrolled through his phone, an alert popped up.

[ It’s Chrono Shindou’s birthday today! ] 

“…Huh?”

Chrono Shindou? 

Is it the same Chrono as the one I know?

Chrono wasn’t a very common name to begin wit, but there was no telling if that was the same in other worlds. Tasuku glanced past his open door and towards the back of the redhead. He had spent half the day sleeping, and had only just sauntered out of bed…

I guess there’s no harm in asking.

Tasuku would be happy if someone even acknowledged his own. Perhaps Chrono was the same? Tasuku swung his legs off his own bed and walked into the kitchen too.

“Chrono-san… Is it your birthday today?”

As Chrono lined up the respective vegetables he’d be using in his upcoming dish, he came to a standstill when he caught sight of the fresh carton of eggs sitting in the fridge door. You couldn’t put eggs in stew or curry, right? Perhaps he could crack one on top of his dish after it was cooked for a final garnish?

That might taste amazing, actually...

But as he intensely stared at the shelled morsel now in between his fingers, it went flying upwards and out of his grasp the moment his supposed roommate came up to him from behind. Scrambling about in a flustered panic to catch the egg before hit the ground, Chrono looked to the other in utter bewilderment, all the while inching backwards against the counter. 

“H-how did you...--?!”

Was Tasuku a psychic?! It’s not as if he had said anything out loud, right?!

[chroyes]

Not So Birthday [9.9]

“Thanks for tuning in to our station. We’ll be getting right back to some tunes after your hourly updates and forecasts for the day...”

Turning the FM dial on the radio sitting comfortably at the edge of the kitchen counter, the voice crackling from the dusted speakers droned on as pleasant background noise as Chrono secured an apron to his front. A bit groggy and listless, he had just been so comfortable finally sleeping on a soft mattress that he had overslept into the afternoon, missing breakfast entirely. However, he figured he could tuck in with a large lunch, now scanning the insides of the fridge for any ingredients to work with. Much to his surprise, it was pretty much full, ignoring the containers filled with leftovers he guessed might have been Tasuku’s.

“Today is September 9th, and the weather is absolute gorgeous here in Spirale... More news at... “

September 9th, that was--

“Oh, huh...” It’s my birthday today.. it completely slipped my mind.

Perhaps he should cook his own favorites as a treat? They did have enough for some curry or stew, although such a hearty meal was going to be a little lonely not having anyone at all to share it with; not that he was used to sitting down at a celebratory mealtime with anyone other than his aunt, food always did taste better in some sort of company...

@shiningpunisher

[chroyes]

Better Late Than Never

[chroyes]

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“…Okay. I believe you, you know…”

Yikes… That’s the kind of face you’d see on a mugshot… 

Tasuku couldn’t bring himself to feel intimidated in the slightest, however–scary as the other boy’s face may have been, Tasuku could also tell that Chrono was one of those types. Tough on the outside and absolutely squishy on the inside.

(Though Tasuku was inclined to believe that Chrono would strangle him at this very moment if he even voiced that thought.)

He maintained a friendly, borderline professional front in spite of his deepest inner thoughts. If it was one thing he could do, it was keep his facade up at all times.

“I’ll leave you to it, then. But if you need any help with anything, let me know, okay? Come to think of it, the only room available right now is the one beside mine, so please, don’t hesitate to come to me or Jack. Even if it’s in the middle of the night. I’ve been living at this apartment ever since I arrived in Spirale, so I know the ins and outs of it already.”