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#FRCNZIED : independent ( mutuals only ) horror / thriller based OC multi-muse. originally 2 blogs recently merged into one. so things are still being set up... please LIKE / REBLOG if you're interested in interacting! written by a crescent ( 21+ )
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Old new blog was forever shadow banned so i made another new one THAT WORKS :))) same URL @frcnzied
Ah, his reaction both makes her want to call him stupid and also makes her feel stupid herself. Of course he’d take it more seriouslyーit’s something he’s doing 'professionally,’ after all. She busies herself with lighting her cigarette, flicking at the lighter a few times before finally getting it to stay lit.
She misses her chance to answer, and simply hands him the lighter before exhaling her first drag. Tem raises an eyebrow at his response to concerts, wondering what on earth he means by that. Hellish to get into…? Well, tickets are hard for anyone to grab, right?
An elevated hum sounds as she thinks on his question. “Well… I never would’ve put it that way, but I guess so… There’s no competition, though? I’m not rooting for anyone to win. And also, people aren’t ugly-fying themselves on stage. Hrm…” A pause, and she rolls the filter of the cigarette gently between her thumb and forefinger. “There’s just a totally different vibe with music. ーAnd I don’t mean that adding background tracks to fight would change that.”
" I can understand the competition not being a large draw for you, however... " Zhora trailed off, unable to find the RIGHT words to deliver his thoughts. he just couldn't sympathize with the idea that he personally was disfiguring himself because of his profession. although may have been the case for many fighters, he was in the BEST physical shape of his life since he started competing. proper training, adequate aftercare, and immediate medical intervention when needed was all he needed.
he wasn’t being vain—at least, not entirely. there were definitely a few blooming bruises along his body from the match earlier, but he prided himself on the fact that he was RARELY ever struck in the face. that was part of the agreement, after all.
“ Is that what I did? ” he murmured while he swayed forward slightly. his head dipped low, cocked just a little to the side as if he was inspecting his reflection in a MIRROR. “ I think I look alright, don’t you? ”
// " Ah... you're a student? " This whole time, he thought Zhora worked at some artsy firm in the city (he could hardly imagine him wearing a suit).
Hideki carefully pressed a couple places on his arm, extending and bending the elbow slowly to gauge Zhora's reaction, even hearing out the new information out with a concerned expression on his face.
" University students commonly get strains from sitting too long or overworking their hands typing and writing. The tendons are all connected after all... if it isn't that, did you do any sports that might've caused the injury? "
he nodded slowly. " astronomy major. " a short and vague answer. in truth, Zhora was EMBARASSED to let people outside of THAT part of his life know exactly what his personal interests were. but he felt it necessary to expose himself just a bit more.
but ONLY a bit. and answering about sports HONESTLY was a little... " hm.. well i-.." Zhora watched intently as Hideki moved him how he saw fit in order to gauge his abilities. he was well aware that it was out of concern, and a bit FORCED. but goosebumps still somehow overtook his whole whole body.
after a few more drawn out seconds, he returned to reality. " well I don't really commit to one... but i do play a variety casually. volleyball.. basketball... should I take a small break until it's better? "
Old new blog was forever shadow banned so i made another new one THAT WORKS :))) same URL @frcnzied
soooooooooo....
// To be honest, Hideki was avoiding him. The further he had time apart from Zhora, the more opportunity he had to think a little more on their interactions. Just as he was about to finally convince himself that the other was bad news, Zhora had caught him and the process of reversing his negative opinion of him had begun.
Hideki frowned, wondering if Zhora had been waiting for him at the apartment's common area. There wasn't another good reason for him to be down here. It was unfortunate that Hideki didn't have the capacity to think a little harder, as the instinct to check on an injury overrode everything else.
" No, no- it's fine. Is it a muscle injury? " He tilted his head, holding out his hands to offer his services.
Zhora paused to think. he seemed to EXAMINE his arm while he thought about how to respond. " honestly, I'm not quite sure. " he sighed. " the doctor thinks it's likely an elbow injury due to overuse. but I can't exactly stop using it all together, can I? " he added with a slight chuckle.
" I just began feeling it again while at university this morning. it bothered me so much I couldn't focus. " oh, has he not mentioned that he was a student this whole time? and that he was a double major? studying extremely hard? on his way to becoming an even GREATER asset to society? no?? well... at least that was the truth... " do you think a brace might help? "
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"What are you even talking about? What childish games? You're the one always running your mouth yet you're never straightforward about anything." Whatever it was Zhora seemed to know all of the wrong buttons to press, and could always find a way to get under their skin.
At his 'suggestion' they knocked their knee against his, and not in a pleasant playful way. "As if, if I got on my knees you'd never leave me alone." Usually, that would have sent the ghoul over the edge but they're becoming better at keeping their cool despite his relentless goading.
" what haven't I been straight forward about? " his brows furrowed slightly for a moment, but he was quick to notice the tension building up and forced himself to release it. nothing good would come from him allowing himself to be swept up into the WARPED perceptions of the other.
" you willfully choose to ignore me and disregard everything I say. that doesn't mean I haven't been transparent with my intensions. " which he was CONFIDENT he had been.
" is that in invitation for me to MAKE you? "
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"ah, I'm glad I finally caught you. " the feeling truly was akin to the excitement of a cat catching a mouse between its paws... " I haven't seen you around so I thought you might be busy—maybe even too busy to eat. please, have this." Zhora lifted the container in his hands higher, OFFERING it out to the other with a pleasant smile.
" I also wanted to get your opinion on something... about a recent injury to my arm. " he paused, as if he was choosing his words a bit TOO carefully. " it's been healing well enough so far, but something just doesn't feel right..."
although his statement did hold a SMALL amount of truth in it, the reality was that he was stalling- subtly lacing manipulation into all of his words in an attempt to control the situation and Hideki by extension. " I know this is rather inconvenient, especially during your free time," he added, feigning guilt. his expression became more serious. " I'd hate to overstep your boundaries... "
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Some kind of indescribable feeling wriggled up from the depths of their core, but undoubtedly it was something horrible that only Zhora was capable of eliciting. It made their guts queasy and a cold sweat form on the nape of their neck. Furrowed brow twitched and it took everything in their power to not physically wipe that grin off the other's face.
"That was so 'I know you are but what am I?' of you... figures since you're such a child." Dark irises shifted away from the redhead. If one was keen enough they would recognize the expression that darkened Nettle's features, one that didn't exactly disagree with the former implication.
"What kind of twisted Heaven would that be..? Sounds more like hell."
"me, a child? between the two of us, you're the one still playing such childish games. " because that's all that THIS whole act was, a childish game born from their own fears and insecurities. that alone was already awful enough, but the fact that they continued to blindly blame Zhora for everything was far worse.
" you know... " the type made just for others like the two of them- one where they were they would be TRAPPED in the same motionless suffering they already found themselves in for whatever was left of eternity. "... it might not be to late to change things. " not YET. " if you get on your knees and beg... "
"you're the worst" (from that prompt thing for zhora from nettle)
" oh? " the smile Zhora wore was so devilishly wide it almost threatened to tear his entire face in TWO. it was just impossible for him to bury or disguise the amount of satisfaction he drew from the others words. it was the same twisted, painful feeling he'd become addicted to long ago. " and what do you think you are, hm? "
although he didn't know it, he had no doubt there was a reason why fate was cruel enough to FORCE them together endlessly.
" admit it. we're a match made in heaven. "
