the c r o w n &scepter.

ukine. ------ Noragami. "What good am I as your blessed regalia, huh? Would it hurt you to trust me for once?!" status; healthy tracking; guxde room number; 303 roommate; Tsukishima Kei Affiliated with Paradisal Parks

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So mundane is the hotel plaza is comparison to all else their gaudily-lit and generally eclectic sort of amusement-park-cum-prison has to offer that she hasn’t actually spent a great deal of time in the central hub of the place. And who would, she supposed, besides those intent on starving themselves of any real excitement while they had this chance? (However much it had been forced upon them, of course, notwithstanding.)

Still, that it is so comparatively dull makes it all but perfect as a place for rest, so that she might gather her reflections for the day— Unless, that is, something or another rears its head and proves a distraction.

"…What’s this?" she blinks, for now mumbling to herself before she’s to gleefully raise her voice for the nearby culprit’s benefit. "Have we a voyeur in our merry midst? Or perhaps a pesky journalist—?" …Although she knows full well the two occupations are not mutually-exclusive.

[guxde]

                    The accusation, playful or not, brought an end to the                     blond's fun. His camera dropped to his side as he                     turned to stare at the girl. 

       "Voyeur?" Yukine's tone suggested he didn't quite understand the        word. Had it ever come up in his studying? His expression grew heavy        with contemplation as he tried to remember reading the word        somewhere in the dictionary he borrowed. In the end, nothing came to        mind and he was left with only the general assumption he was being        insulted, "There's nothing wrong with taking pictures. People do it        all the time at these kinds of places!" 

                   The defensive edge to the cadence of his voice probably                    didn't help his situation any. His cheeks flushed a faint,                    angry red and he hurried to shove the camera back into the                    depths of the backpack slung across his shoulders. 

[mamodos]

[guxde]

quiet in the ( l i b r a r y );

[lxnginus]

⊰⚔☢⊱ Libraries, ugh, he hated reading and had honestly no idea why he just decided             to come by this place. Books weren’t his thing and it’s obvious he’d rather not             try combing through them.             His classmate would have an easier time reading here, books probably would             work better for her than him. Well, make that books would be better for others             instead of the lancer. He doesn’t read old tomes and it isn’t his thing either due             to his preferences. If anything, he only came by for exploration over the usual             studying attempts. Seems he missed the memo involving the coliseum outside,             otherwise he would have sped up to get a good look at it. Fighting is his thing             after all.             Perhaps a good thing that he hadn’t known yet, letting him go off on his own in             such places would have been foolish but the idiot rarely cared due to the usual             way he thought of things. Huh, the library here almost seemed larger than the             one back in Suzaku. That’s a feat, then again, possibly not one knowing that a             few places could have larger libraries than one. Queen would have a field day             there with Trey, even with the fact that they probably won’t be attending school             anymore while here.             Didn’t seem he cared enough to change from his uniform, perhaps even had no             other clothing to fall back on. Cold as this place was, he knew one place that is             a helluva lot more colder from back home. Huh, he almost had to wonder if the             war was continuing on stronger than ever. Possibly, given he isn’t sure how he             got here in the first place and there’s not much else he can say about it otherwise             without knowing. Damn it, he really needed to stop thinking so much when he isn’t             going to get out of here so easily.             Wait, oh, oops… nearly ran into someone after stepping back a bit and it’s a good             thing the lancer is in a better mood for now. Probably would have thought nothing             about this until that remark left the other. Now he’s got his attention piqued.            “Whaddya mean I look like I belong at th’ coliseum?”             He’ll look into it more later, especially if it’s a good opportunity for him to start getting             some form of income.

[guxde]

          The adolescent took another step backwards in an attempt to keep a           satisfactory distance between them. It was all very much precautionary.           The amusement park held a wide variety of inhabitants and while he, thus           far, had only met the more mellow end of the spectrum, he knew not           everyone would be the same. It was the uncertainty of the young man's           personality standing before him that kept him from standing too close. 

          Despite the wary way he held himself, Yukine's eyes sparked with a distant           sort of curiosity and when he spoke, it was with a confidence that didn't quite           suit his earlier action, "You don't look like you read much."

          Perhaps because he realized the statement may have come off as rude,           he tapped the space in between his own eyebrows meaningfully, "I mean...           you don't have wrinkles here and you look kinda bored."

                                              Maybe that wasn't the best explanation to his theory.

          The youth shrugged lightly before he tucked his hands into the folds of his           sweater. He stared at the stranger he may have just insulted. It wasn't           intentional, but as usual, his brand of honesty was more blunt than necessary.           Yukine blinked as a thought filtered into his consciousness. He spoke           thoughtlessly, "It's because you remind me of Bishamonten." 

          They carried themselves in the same way -- shoulders set confidently and           frame wired with well-deserving muscle. He looked like a soldier or warrior,           and Viina was a god of war. 

[crowsguardiandiety]

Its a theme park! [Yukine and Nishinoya]

Confused and a little bit dazed Nishinoya had ambled around the park trying to wrap his mind around where he was and how he got here for most of the morning. By late afternoon he didn’t care anymore, he was in this huge theme park like place and everywhere he went he was never asked for a ticket for anything. While it was strange that the workers didn’t seem to interact with anyone outside of the arrival to the park, he seemed to give little thought about the workers and rushed off to find something fun to do. This is was like a candy store and Nishinoya was the kid with a really bad sweet tooth who just got his allowance. 

He could go check out the aquarium it’d be fun to poke fun at some of the strange fish in their tanks, Tanaka would….. Hmm or the Haunted House he could watch Hinata… right…. He didn’t know anyone here and as far as he knew no one he knew was here either…. Time to make some new friends then! really how hard can it be? He’d just have to find someone by themselves and try and be super friendly there’s no way it couldn’t work!

The problem was finding someone who was alone, people were walking around in pairs or in groups. He shoved his hands into his pants pockets watching another group pass him.

"At this rate I’ll have to walk around by myself…." 

Lips were curled into a pout as sneakers scuffed at the sidewalk as the teen sulked. Until that is a rather unfortunate blonde came into sight. He was by himself unlike the rest, meaning he might just not have to explore alone. He pulled his hands from his pockets that pout cracking into a grin as he jogged towards the other.

"Hey. blondie! Have any plans for today?"

[guxde]

     Yukine left his room that morning with every intention of returning to the library      in Olympus Square. It was only after he reached the ground floor -- none the      worse for wear, save for a growing bruise upon his left shoulder from his fight      with the dragon -- that he realized he accidentally shoved his camera into his      bag that normally hung at his shoulders. Oddly enough, it sort of fit in with the      change of clothes, hygiene products, packaged food and first aid supplies.

     If anyone asked why he toted all those things with him, he would have explained      his desire to be prepared in a worst case scenario.

     Still, as much as he loved the camera, it wasn't what he meant to bring with him.      The book he'd taken from the library remained atop the duvet of his roommate's      bed. The youth sighed, his shoulders seeming to deflate from the action, and a      pale hand ran itself through his wind tousled, flaxen hair. A mutter passed through      his chapped lips, "I don't want to go back just for a book."

     His shoulder seemed to ache a little more at the thought. Perhaps a change of      plans wouldn't be so bad. He hadn't taken very many pictures since coming upon      the camera in the underground mall. And so began Yukine's day of sentimentality.      People, with their strange outfits and strange mannerisms and strange      personalities, were his top priority. His feet, clad in a comfortable pair of sneakers,      moved of their own accord. He could have been in Tomorrow Land or Atlantis for      all the attention he gave his surroundings. 

     In the end, when he was forced back to reality, he found himself in the mostly      unfamiliar attraction known as Julia's Kingdom. He hadn't found much reason to      visit in the past and he blinked orange eyes at the unfamiliar surroundings. 

     "... Blondie?" The adolescent swung around, camera still poised for action, to      stare at the speaker. Was it retaliation at the strange nickname or an accidental      mistime when Yukine's finger took a picture of the young man not much older      than himself? It was hard to say -- and he certainly made no attempt to explain      himself. His small nose wrinkled with an amused snort and he glanced down at      the preview screen to see what kind of photo he'd taken.

     "Sorry," He said at last, the smallest of smiles playing on his lips as he hurriedly      tucked away the electronic before something unfortunate could happen to it, "I      don't... but, uh, who are you?"

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Fresh Catch | Yukine

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Meowdar was paying attention to the human’s response. Well, at least some attention, but it was far from what he wanted to hear. 

He rolled his gaze back to human to properly examine him. True, he didn’t look like an employee, though that bunch wasn’t usually very helpful either. Usually it was difficult to tell humans apart, but this one did have striking eyes that stood out among the usual spectrum. Meowdar gave a hum of disappointment before slinking back from the wall.

"Pretty sure, but not completely sure,” he noted, hands held behind his back as though to reign them in. “What’s the point of having all these fish here if you can’t eat them? I know this park has a great deal of weird things, but surely they’re not here just to look at.” His face screwed up in confusion as he tried to make sense of it, but it was true - nothing about this place made sense.

As the human gained his interest instead, he made a lazy circuit around to the boy’s other side, eyes flashing over as much as he could see of the stranger. “Anyway, I wouldn’t call it stealing if there’s an abundance. No one would miss a few.”

"You must be the type who’s never had to steal before."

[guxde]

     "That's exactly what they're here for." Yukine's chimed insistence      was accompanied with the same sort of severe cadence he used when      reprimanding another man he knew. He crossed his arms weightily over      his chest, as if that somehow made him appear more imposing and      authoritative, and his gaze tracked the irritating stranger until he      disappeared beyond his plane of vision. It took only a moment for him to      return. The teenager cocked his head to the side, his chin set stubbornly      and his eyebrows furrowed tightly together.

     The last comment left a bitter, unsavory taste in his mouth. His lips twisted      into a furious scowl. He thought he knew better than to get angry. Nobody      but another regalia would understand the intensity of the fiery, all-consuming      emotion that streaked through his chest and flashed across his eyes, leaving      behind pinpricks of white in his vision. He turned to face the ignorant young      man, his arms leaving his chest only to allow his hands to ball into tight fists      at his sides. Sinning as a regalia was the same as stabbing the god that      saved him from being a lost soul.

     He was Yato's moral compass and the path to understanding humanity.      Unfortunately, this also meant that stealing something as simple as a fish      that probably wouldn't be missed would still blight a blameless god.

     "Stealing is stealing, regardless of whether it'll be missed or not."

     Yukine could have stayed to argue about the stranger's ignorant comment.      Instead, he turned on his heels, his feet pivoting recklessly, and made to      leave the situation entirely. Each step was accompanied by a dull, angry      thump that echoed in the close proximity of the corridor. He should have      been given an award for his restraint.

[guxde]

                                                      Click.                                                  Flash ----

                     Somewhere, somehow, the adolescent found                      himself a camera. It was with the barest hint                      of a smile that he took pictures of the people                      gathered within the hotel plaza, many of them                      still complete strangers.

                                               Perhaps showing Yato the                                                pictures would cheer him                                                up, later. 

[surutakai]

                "—…”

      For once, a snarky comment, or worse, a misguided claim of ownership,       didn’t play on the deity’s lips. Instead, a small, almost inaudible sound       of frustration came from his throat—he would never learn, would he?

      Crossing his legs as he sat on the opposite side of the bed as the youth,       an pale hand ran through tousled bangs, as if to remove them from his       vision. Pursing his lips, Yato allowed himself no more than a few fleeting       glances at his regalia, and a stubborn silence.

      It was a few moments after the other’s statement, and the man had       remained silent—around those whom he knew well, the right words never       seemed to find their way to his lips, always over-zealous, or not enough.       Laying a hand down on a white comforter for support, Yato uncrossed his       legs and stood up, his back to the teenager and hands slinking into his       tracksuit pockets.

                "—Well, I guess I should be going,                          …Sorry for… uh, barging in.”

      Yato turned his head slightly for it to be visible to Yukine; a small smile       awkwardly contorting his features. The youth was as unreadable as ever,       even with knowledge of his thoughts, every move was a shot in the dark.       Gods and regalia seldom spent extended time away from each other—       but in the absence of immediate danger or need for money, the raven       haired god felt it to be beneficial for each to develop his own identity.

      Yukine seemed to be fairing particularly well in the arrangement—a quick       glance about the room and Yato could see items he’d never even heard       of, and photographs of people whom he’d never met. Slowly exhaling, he       took a few long strides until his hand rested on the frame of the window,       azure eyes tracing the silhouettes of passerby on ground level.

      The god’s days had consisted largely of futile attempts of getting jobs,        making friends—and mostly, drunken nights. In the isolated park, it       was as if the entire framework of his universe came crashing down; the       Heavens seemed to have no jurisdiction within the walled boundaries,       and those gods on the other side had never attempted to make contact.

      A certain disconnect seemed to divide him from the others—and while       he had made a couple acquaintances, there was still a numbness that       seemed to linger, sober or otherwise.                                    —He was scared.       But stubborness, if it even could be called that, kept him from vocalizing       these fears. 

[guxde]

                            This isn't like you, Yato.

          The thought clung to the youth's consciousness. It weighed heavily           against his shoulders and threatened to break his spine beneath the           pressure. He hated these silent arguments more than anything. Not           for the first time, he cursed the fact that only Yato could see into his           heart. He'd be able to mend the seemingly broken bridge between           them if the connection they shared was shared equally. In the end, he           felt as left in the dark as the deity; however, unlike the dark haired man           that intended on slipping silently away for who knew how long, Yukine           swallowed the thick pride that wanted him to keep silent.

                     "That's it? You came here just to run away? Stu----pid."

          The elongated insult wasn't truly meant to hurt any feelings. All he wanted           was to shatter the air of wrongness that hung in the air. The relief he felt           dissipated like smoke after opening a window. He was left feeling hollow           and unhappy.

          Trust. There it was again. Yato didn't -- or perhaps, couldn't -- trust him           enough to know he wasn't going to abandon him. Sunset tinted eyes           slid closed and he fell back against the comforter with something akin to           defeat. His hands laced themselves together over his abdomen. He chewed           on his bottom lip until his teeth caught a chapped crinkle to gnaw on. When           he released the nearly bruised lip to speak, the cadence of his youthful voice           was heavy with reluctance and resignation.

                     "You should stay. Y'know, pretend you trust me for once. Or..."

           Yukine's voice trailed off into a long, drawn out sigh. He could have said            things like telling him sleeping in a room with someone else was too            strange to really get any rest or that he never had as much fun without the            idiot around or that he was lonely, even with all the people he'd met. They            weren't the same ---- there was no way for his relationship with them to            even compare to the relationship between a god and regalia.

                     Instead, he said, "Or are you too busy?"

           The question that escaped his lips was embarrassingly weak.                                       Don't be too busy ----

[guxde]

the lady &the -- wait, what?

          Yukine had grown used to the idea that most of the residents in the           amusement park were, strangely enough, older than him. They towered           over him and their eyes rarely noticed him. It wasn't something he hated,           necessarily. Still, it was impossible not to gawk a little when he ran into           someone shorter than himself.

          Of course, the issue was, perhaps, not that she was short but rather that           in a moment of absentmindedness he physically plowed into the adolescent.

          His surprise was evident in the way he blinked down at the girl. His lips           formed a soft "o" and his eyebrows reached towards his hairline. He could           have been a statue for as much as he moved.

                                           And then the moment passed.

          The teenager held out a hand. An apologetic smile twitched at the corner of           his lips. It was a rare sight to behold and the fleeting expression disappeared           as quickly as it came. He pulled the headphones from his ears so they hung           around his slim neck with his free hand, "Sorry. I didn't see you."

          The sky still glowed with the pale yellow of the morning sun and it cast a           cheerful glow on the polished, metal rides around them. Tomorrow Land           was quiet to the point of being serene. He knew, of course, that it would only           be a matter of time before the moving streets were filled with people doing           whatever it was they did in an amusement park.

          "Are you trying to be first on the rides or something? I don't usually           see people around this early." Yukine's assumption that a child would           only want to play reminded him that he himself wasn't quite the teenager he           looked to be. The responsibility to take care of someone else weighed heavily           on his shoulders and he lacked the carefree thoughts of most youth.

          He wondered if she was anything the same -- and if she was, if he'd offended           her with his casual observation. The flaxen haired youth shrugged internally,           "I'm Yukine."

[guxde]

lost &found. ---- ★↘

          "You dropped something." The teenager's warning was lost in the gentle           buzz of the milling throngs and his pallid lips pursed into a thin line of irritation.           Yukine shook his hands from the pockets of his zippered sweater where they           had rested out of a habit he could no longer remember beginning. It took only           two steps to reach the lost item and a moment to dip down to retrieve the lost           item. He swept the paper from the cool pavement and into his pocket without           so much as a cursory glance at it.

                                   It was, after all, wrong to look at other people's things.

          Overhead, the afternoon sun was warm against his crown of mussy hair;           however, the breeze that danced across the impeccably clean park was brisk           with autumn. Were seasons normal in the park? He wondered if there would           come a point where the rides would have to shut down for safety reasons as           his weathered sneakers carried him hurriedly in the direction the stranger had           gone.

          It was easy to spot the other in the crowd. It was the hair, Yukine decided, as           he caught up to the young man. He reached out to snag the hem of the other's           shirt -- another, more childish habit of his he couldn't remember starting -- and           spoke a little more clearly than last time, "Hey, you dropped this."

          He fished the paper from his pocket and held it out, expectation lining the contours           of his lips and brows. What fell from his lips next was irresistible, even when he           knew he shouldn't have said it at all, "You should be more careful with your           stuff."

[surutakai]

 + guxde

                "—So this is where you live now…?”

      Allowing the pads of his fingers to follow the contours of items       stowed on the tops of low shelves, the deity kept his voice as mono-       tone as he could manage—turning an azure age away from the       younger.

      He remembered the other’s words with an almost deafening clarity;       a request for independence, a chance at the pseudo-normal life that       he’d be robbed of so long ago. Yato could understand his sentiment;       it was one not unfamiliar to the deity.

                   (  —But then, why,                              why did he feel it necessary to come find him? )

      As if he didn’t have anything better to do, the god managed to find       the room the flaxen regalia resided in; and entered through an open       window. Pursing his lips, an anxious bead of sweat rolled down his       countenance—he’d only just realized how… creepy this all was.

      Frowning, the god shoved the park map that he held in his hand into       a track suit pocket, along with a few coins he’d earned doing small       favors from the other residents of the park. He’d planned on inviting       the teenager to explore, ( it was an amusement park after all—maybe       there was some real-life capypers to be found! ) but it seemed to be       a bad idea, especially the longer he thought about it.

[guxde]

          The silence nestled between them felt awkward, but benign at first.           Yet, it seemed to grow as he allowed it to draw on from mere moments           to minutes until he could almost imagine it with gnashing teeth and blight           dripping from its non-existent mouth. 

                                    Swish, swish, swish ----

          Yukine rested at the end of his bed. One foot was tucked beneath a           slender frame. The other swung back and forth. With each downward           swoop his socked toes rubbed against the plush carpet. The friction           created the incessant swishing. The noise may as well have been the           ticking of a dusty grandfather clock chronicling the eternal passage           of time.

          Pale nostrils flared as he inhaled sharply. His shoulders rose and fell           visibly from the action. He curled his fingers into the depths of the high           class comforter. Behind him, on the nightstand between the two beds,           was a book still open to the page he'd been reading when Yato made           his appearance. He wasn't in the least bit surprised to have the raven           god show up unannounced -- irritated, but not surprised.

          Yukine rolled his eyes towards the ceiling with heavy exasperation           tugging on the corners of his lips. When he spoke, effectively           destroying the monster he was making in the silence, his tone lacked           the other's neutrality, "Yup. Should I even bother telling you it's           bad to break into people's rooms?"

          In truth, beneath the strict air and sharp tone, the pale haired youth was           glad to see Yato. His heart felt at ease more than it had in days knowing           that the guy hadn't gotten himself killed or, worse, gone back to working           with the stray. His head canted to the side and his weight came to rest           against his palms as he leaned backwards.

                                                         "... It's mostly just a place to sleep."

[guxde]

ooc; Eeee, I just wanted to apologize for being absent all week. :c Work was more stressful this week than usual and I didn't have the motivation / energy to even log on. I have to go back tomorrow for three hours for this open house thing but for the most part I'll be here until Monday. My goal is to catch up with everything. ; a; 

[guxde]

quiet in the ( l i b r a r y );

          The new area of the park interested Yukine for a single reason: the library. 

          Oh, he knew of the coliseum. Anyone entering the area knew of it. It was           painted all through their history books as being one of the greatest wonders           of the world. But his interest waned almost moments after setting his eyes           on the artificial building. It wasn't the real coliseum and it only offered the           most prideful a chance at empty glory.

          Only one thing mattered. He wanted to go home. Until the reward for winning           a competition was a little more worthwhile, Yukine intended on spending his           time tucked away in the quiet solitude of books. A delicate flame of hope           flickered in his adolescent chest as he ascended the smooth, stone staircase.           Maybe there would be something hidden in the tomes of information and           fiction that would help him get what he desired. 

          The realist in him tried to squish the flame out of existence -- it was stupid           to get his hopes up on a thought as empty as that -- and effectively failed           as he entered the building. It was cooler inside and he found himself glad           he decided to wear a soft, hooded sweater and jeans that morning. He           ignored the small cafe as wonder softened the usual, tense frown that           creased the contours of his lips and wrinkled the flesh between his eyebrows. 

                                     Wow. Where did he even want to start?

          Yukine bumped into someone more solid than himself and was forced to take           a less than graceful step back to steady himself. Orange eyes traveled           upwards to peer at the young man. Faint apology replaced the earlier wonder.

          "Uhm, are you lost? You look like you belong at the coliseum."                             That was not quite the apology he was going for.

[guxde]

✯↘ the pessimist and the optimist;

     Yukine never really thought about his people watching tendencies. After all, it      seemed less rude to stare at the antics of others in his spare time when their      eyes flicked over him as if he was simply part of the scenery. Would he call      that a perk of being dead? Not really. He'd rather be called rude than be      forgotten moments after a conversation ended. Regardless, he found himself      in a strange situation one warm afternoon.

     He seemed to be having a staring contest.

     When the teenager first arrived at the plaza's fountain, a thick book tucked at      his hip and a bag slung over his shoulder for the groceries he intended on      buying later, he took his usual, solitary seat. He spent a little time picking his      way through the book, but the inevitable moment came where someone's      voice caught his interest. From there, his attention was taken by the inhabitants      of the square: the guys that seemed to know his roommate, and the tall man      he once thought looked like a clown with his strange hair color, and so on,      and so on ----

     His gaze connected with the gray eyes of a boy that looked to be around his      age (maybe). At first, he assumed it was a fluke. He wasn't being looked at,      but rather looked through. Time ticked away in the long moments of mutual      staring. Yukine blinked first... and then his limbs moved of their own accord.      A hand tugged his bag from the heated cement and his legs propelled himself      upwards. He strode across the plaza, only to come to a sudden stop in front      of the boy.

  " Hey, " Yukine began, a seasoning of suspicion layered over his otherwise      neutral tone, " What're you staring at me for? "

     Great first impression. Mmhm.

     His skin flushed with an embarrassed heat at the accusatory words and his      frame shifted uncomfortably.

  " I mean ... "

     What did he mean?

  " ... it's kind of weird. "

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ooc; So, I changed my mind. c: Like this for a starter. No caps or time limits! ( Y'know, so I never have to post this again. ;laaaazy )

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[guxde]

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[ m e m e. ]

his first impression;         '  His clothes don't really match his hair.             What is he going for? A high society clown?                     ---- That was rude, Yukine.            At least he can respect personal space. '

          Well, from what he could see at a distance, anyway.

[cateyedchild-deactivated2015032]

Fresh Catch | Open

The word “Atlantis” was unfamiliar. With all the other parks, he could guess at the theme before seeing them, but this one garnered no images in his head alongside the odd word. Naturally, he went in with all senses on high alert. At least, he tried to. The fish were a terrible distraction.

As if the glass floor hadn’t driven him crazy enough, darting toward each glimmer of a fish as though he could grab it from beneath the glass, the tunnel had his pupils in slits. He ran from one wall to another, pressing his hands to the glass and staring down every different creature he could find.

None of them were quite like those from his home planet, but he was far from picky. Fish was fish, and he hadn’t gotten a good meal in ages. As one the same size as him wandered by, he pushed up to his tip-toes, smashing his nose to the glass. Surely there was an area somewhere in this magical place where he could catch one.

It took effort to tear his eyes from the water, and the nearest human became his target instead. He stopped just short of plowing into them, bouncing on his toes as he began his interrogation. “How do we get to the fish? Where is the opening to the tank? Can we eat the fish? How many fish? Oh! Look at that one!” His attention was once again stolen by a rainbow eel. “I need that one. Let’s go get it.”

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     The simple serenity of the quiet glass corridor lulled Yukine into a sort of      meditative state. He'd had his doubts of the theme park upon first entering.      His reluctance came from the murky depths beneath his feet. There could      be anything hidden just beyond the light cast from within the corridor. The      thought, originally, sent an uncomfortable tingle racing across his exposed      flesh. 

                   But, really, it wasn't such a big deal. 

     The pale haired youth's heart said otherwise at the sudden and entirely      unexpected approach of the stranger. Half-lidded, orange eyes shot open      as his expression twisted from peaceful to agitated in a moment. He      stumbled over himself to create an acceptable amount of space between      him and the excited boy. His shoulder bumped into the glass with a hollow      thump.

     "W-what are you asking me for? Do I look like an employee to you?"       Yukine's brows furrowed together in discontent. He edged farther away.      His steps this time were a little more graceful as his heart calmed from its      rabbiting thumping. His slim hands found their way into his pockets in a      habitual sign of discomfort. Still, the teen decided at least attempting to      answer the... strange... uhm, the other's demands was simple enough.

     "But I'm pretty sure you're not allowed to take the fish out of the        aquari ---- are you even listening to me?"                        Pause.                             Count to three.                                  Continue.      "I'm not helping you steal some fish. Look, just go to the grocery      store. It's mostly free."

[guxde]

Ϟ!

[ m e m e. ]

         ' She reminds me of Bishamon.                   Better not get on her bad side, huh? '