He’ll keep his business out of this sea but he won’t ignore the fact that his friend was here. Since the Salmon shark was his friend, there was obligation that he absolutely must greet him despite the red on his cloak. The reason many are dead could be varied but he’ll give a fox like smile while resting his head on top of the others.
"Well, maybe well! People are dropping dead and blood has been shed. Your sea seems to be peaceful all this time. Were you taking a nap? It was a long long long nap you had!"
Not that you could honestly argue where the little mammal could stick his nose. For as small as Kazuya was, namely in his overall size, you knew his power far exceeded your own. Perhaps when this fact had been lain so neatly in your otherwise warped mind, it was easy to see the precise reason why you regarded him so highly. It would be a dreadful thing if you landed your miserable self into the position of an enemy to the little overlord. You'll rather avoid it with a smile twiddling at the corners of pale lips; jagged ivories never more present passed them than the soft rolling of hard syllables and vowels off your tongue, honeyed in a timbre too sweet to belong to something that had may as well started rotting.
⌠♜⌡ – ❝It's been boring. Her majesty has been running me ragged with her errands, from one end of our horrid sea to the next. Back and forth, back and forth, golly—❞
A pause hovers, breathless laughter is quick to fill in it's place. You're a shark to boast skill in speech, whose words were oft sutured with venomous thread and his incisors the needle that wove them together. You'll not let silence victimize your dillydallying.
⌠♜⌡ – ❝... But, things have been well. The lack of moaning agony is a bit off putting, but I'm not complaining so long as I don't have to set aside my own whims for petty happenings. Though, an Ambassador of my decree'll have things to do at any given moment. They say no news is the best news, and I have to agree. I like no news.❞
Man, you’re so cruel.
You make me take responsibility for my sins, but you’re gonna let this bitch take you down like this?
Haha… That’s hilarious.
…Get up.
You’re not like me, right?
Kazuya appears on the others shoulders with a hum. “Syake-kun!”
... It never ceases to catch you off your guard to some greater degree to have the shorter sort simply magic himself wherever he pleased. No matter, you cared not; he was no threat to yourself nor the sea you served and that was all you could force concern for. You'll only shift your weight on the balls of your feet to keep yourself upright with the added weight, and bear the faux pax geniality upon your visage as you would ever. Even in the presence of a greater power such as—
⌠♜⌡ – ❝Kazuya! Long time no see, my dear friend. I was almost worried you were one of the many who simply dropped off the face of the earth. Good to know how wrong I was. And how might you be on this fine winter day? Well, I hope?❞
"Tactics have been used in many different ways over the centuries that have passed.
If you wish to tear them apart, it gets boring when it becomes repetitive. Of course you act more commonly to my brother if he ever chose to deal with nuisances.”
Extremely so, Syake. He’s the one that is lax and you are being such a child for not getting what you want to hear.
”You apparently lived longer than most and yet, you’ve learned nothing new? Or has the power you gained simply gone to your head to resort to brute force.”
The petulant child does as a petulant child is. While you won't throw yourself to the ground and bawl your eyes out 'till Naoya confided to you his age-old wisdom, you would instead continue to pester him. Equally for this reason, and for his snide remarks. Cal it some twisted evolution to your masochism, the insults aimed to wound your reply would never cause legitimate pain.
⌠♜⌡ – ❝Only four hundred or so years. I'd hardly think my knowledge is anywhere near yours. After all, I'm practically infantile compared to you. Surely there's no harm in relaying such meager information.❞
... Not that he would, no matter how nicely or how often you asked him. What a shame that you could not use your petty parlor tricks with Naoya. Too smart, too clever. Your lies got you nowhere with the man.
⌠♜⌡ – ❝... I grow bored of deception. I want something that really gets me excited. Is that so much to ask for?❞
"Or perhaps I can say a foul stench discarded sushi that’s lingering not too far from me. Obviously said disgusting thing seems to relish in the attention."
Oh how he loathes you already, Syake. At least you’re cute. Just a little.
Oh, boo. Is that all you had going for you with this man? What a bore. Or, maybe not. Naoya always gave you some sort of reaction to stave you off. No amount of his berating would keep you away, unfortunately. For someone as old as he was, he really ought to of known such a thing.
⌠♜⌡ – ❝You're too kind to me. I think I might just swoon.❞
very busy Disciple here. can’t you see his arms are
loaded with bundles of fabric? he’ll accidentally bump at
you if you don’t move to the side. yeah. accidentally.
then cover you in these stuff and probably choke you
to death while at he’s it.
Oh, what do you know! Someone actually has the decency to acknowledge your existence! You'll do as the other—albeit, none too kindly—asked, and shuffle yourself right on aside from his path only to... Well, do as you do. Follow right behind like a good little toy, your taller figure bobbing after his petit frame.
⌠♜⌡ – ❝Say, pal. Maybe you could answer somethings for me. I've only recently come ashore and I'm a curious soul.❞
[no problem, man. I'm always available on Skype if you wanna talk about it, alright? I know how that self-deprecating crap can get (been feelin it lot lately myself too actually tbh haha,,)]
I appreciate your concern. I don't typically let it get to me, but today was particularly piss poor. But, I've decided tomorrow will be better. As far as Skype goes, I would add you right this moment, but it takes me ages to log back onto it. It'll be a while before I can add you.
It will. I'm just fifty levels of messed up right now, but my concern isn't with me, it's with Kit. I hate those buttons gettin' hit like that 'cause... Well, I like to pretend I don't have a self-hating problem. Kit, though. I worry about her a lot more than I hate being me. Makes me, y'know. Not feel utterly useless knowing I help her out.
... Let me try to explain what I mean.
I have a problem. An actual, serious problem. Some people picked up on it by now, but most haven't. I push it down to forget it's something that exists with me, but today... Today was one of those days for me to slam my head into the wall with it. Don't get me wrong, I know I'm not a bad guy. I'm chill, I'm straight forward and I'm typically friendly. I know I'm not a bad person, and I know that most of the time, I only mean well. I'm passionate about the things I do, and I love to do them. But the thing is, bro... I hate myself. I know I talk a big game about putting yourself first, and making yourself the top priority, and that you should love yourself before your love others. I know it's pretty hypocritical of me to say something like that when I can barely do it myself.
I'm intentionally the kind of guy who doesn't act on his emotions. I feel them and I try to calculate the appropriate response, Logically speaking, I'm not irrational enough to do anything stupid. I refuse to be that kind of person. I'm a pessimist who tries to be an optimist, underneath it all. Self-loathing? Sure, I handle it in the manner I feel is correct, and that's to push it away and pretend it's not real. Works for most days, and overall I'm relatively stress-free. Practically unshakable.
Unless, of course, you know why I hate myself and push those buttons when I do get stressed.
I'm honestly scared. I talk like I'm this super tough thing, but it's just that. Talk. In the real world, I'm this mousey thing in public. People squick me out, and it's hard for me to maintain a full time job for more than a few months. So I don't mind being a househusband sort of person. Love it, actually. Sure, I'm a little lazy and easily distracted, but... It's the number one thing I know I can do, and not mess up. I'm too nervous in public, especially when I'm nowhere near people I know. I easily fall into panic, and I can't speak, and I fuck everything up. And what can't you do in a job? Fuck up a lot. It's like the second I walk outside, I go from being eloquent and calm to a complete walking disaster. Social anxiety, it's called. Alone, I think I'd be fine, but... That's where the real killer comes in.
I don't know how it came to be a problem. Might be my upbringing. Mark could never be satisfied, nor could mom or pop. Siblings barely wanted anything to do with me. Hell, no one but mom and pop did. Maybe Mark too, I don't know. He and mom got divorced when I was a kid. To some degree I... Always fucked something up. I couldn't get anything right, and I always wanted to show that, hey, I'm not a fuck up. I can do something! I can make something of myself!
... Never could. I'd fidget so much, I'd get so nervous, I'd just outright mess whatever I was doing up. And I just... Came to hate that. I hated that I mess up. Messing up means I'm useless. Being useless means I can't do anything right. And if I can't do anything right, why the hell am I trying in the first place? I got older, and older and. And I don't know. I just started hating myself for it. I hate me for simply being me. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it.
So, here I am. Feeling pretty useful because I've been such a help to Kit and then... It just clicks. She needs help, and I can't do much because I'm too scared of being in public for long hours. I'm too scare to do the very thing she needs, and through this, I'm a failure.
I'm willing to face it. Do you know how... Awful that is? Someone who's practically is the epitome of self-preservation in the mindset, usually detached and easily bored of friends... Willing to force themselves to face the very thing that's the bane of their existence—and believe you me, you have no idea how serious I am when I say that my self-loathing and social anxiety is the bane of my existence—for someone they care about? I sat down the other day, and it... Hit me just how far I'd go. Never thought this would be the thing I'd have to deal with, but... Mn, how did that song go... "Facing fear, with no fear on my face".
God. I sound like an idiot. Sorry to lay it on you so thick, Emalf. I suck at bottling stuff up and today almost broke the bottle casing, it was that awful. I don't know how I feel right now. I'm mad, and I'm sad, and I hate myself, but then... I'm still happy. 'Cause I'm mad enough to make something out of this shitty ass day. and this shitty ass week, and this fucking awful month.
. . .
I have never felt more in tune with a muse before. How... Interesting.
vxctorycry replied to your post: What, no. You’re not snickering about...
omfg i can’t believe you succumb to the path that rocks again
You're turning me into DeSu trash, Vic. Oh me, oh my. Whatever will I do. I'm using face claims left and right and you're the one who's given them to me. What an epidemic.
Why the fuck can’t his useless staff clean up the trash?
He’ll just place a hand on Cerberus, the demon dog lifting it’s head and watching the intruder with a stare.
