#aoihxno

[woolspun]

@aoihxno​ said: ‘ oi. pipsqueak. ‘

     ‘ just mind your own business, don’t draw any attention to yourself... if you’re lucky, you can just slip away and nobody will even not--- !!! ‘

     dabi.      that-- that infuriating nickname, it’s enough to have the ram spinning on her heel so that she can GRACE him with her attentions, the furious expression quickly ( and so very easily ) melting away into something more... calm. more pleasant. more in tune with the energy the room held.      ❝ you know i’ve told you to just call me by my... name. and not that, several times now, yes ? ❞      the taller is definitely going to nail etsu with the whole ‘ well you still answered to it ‘ thing, she’s already lost.      

[woolspun]

          idk spy meme... starter asks / accepting ig

@aoihxno​ said: “ i’m not who you think i am. ”

     tired, with a mix of annoyance... smoothly blended together.       that’s how the woman appraises the taller individual before her, her arms ( coolly ) folded across her chest. one hand has its fingers grasping at the material of her sleeve, the dark color only making etsu’s skin look as if it has a pallor-like look to it. her other limb is busy nursing a half-empty, slightly watered-down, vodka cran.      ❝ jesus christ, always so fucking MYSTERIOUS with you, isn’t it ? you’ve got that ... talk no jutsu when we’re around those THINGS called heroes, but around everyone else you clam up, or offer a grunt like you’re a dog. ❞

    — i'm a tough guy, you wimp — girl called me and she tired of the shrimp —

     ❝ heesh, almost like the background noise is calling you out, too. next time you’re gonna offer some shitty, cryptic message... do us both a favor and save your breath. i deal with enough of that shit from the other clowns apart of this circus. ❞      the league. etsu means the league.      ❝ besides, you should know by now that i have SOME brain cells in here. ❞      a pause, a finger jutting upwards towards her head.      ❝ just say whatever you gotta, don’t bother trying to layer some shakespearian monologue shit with it. ❞

[woolspun]

@aoihxno​ gets an actual starter.

     cloven hooves quietly clack upon the moist pavement of the stereotypical damp, musty alley she’s been summoned to, etsu pushing her sunglasses further up her nose before she allows herself to casually take up post near a small stack of crates.      she’s thankful she’d grabbed her jacket on the way out, the black leather offering some protection against the dirty brick her shoulder was pressing into. to anyone passing by, they’d assume the young woman was a one of the usual lot that hung around the district. ahem. the red-light district, of course.      the sound of footsteps from deeper within the alley has etsu smiling some, posture changing and stiffening a bit. she’s never sure which one of the league’s clowns is going to greet her at this point, the usual small fry having been replaced by those within shigaraki’s inner circle. a cock of her head allows her to distinguish the sounds better, the steps themselves sounding languid. slow.      not the upbeat skip that toga uses, and if it were twice-- he’d be talking to himself.

     ❝ dabi, baby...      you know it’s wrong to keep a girl waiting.      you’re a little late. our meeting was supposed to begin ten minutes ago. ❞