#arrogantepitaph

[the-terror-of-death]

--damn his side hurt. Even three days after the incident his wound still pounded with an annoying pain. He'd brush his fingers over tender stitches, wincing with shut eyes. "Damn it.." Ryou carefully put on his headset, deciding it best not to tell anyone about the incident and simply blame his absence on school. Making people worry wasn't ideal, after all.The World soon booted up and Ryou would grin as he logged into his player. >Welcome To The World<

Crimson hues opened to Mac Anu's dome, players warping in and out as he took in his surroundings. It felt good to be back online, he had to admit. With a welcomed sigh, The Rogue exited the dome and into Mac Anu's warm sunset, stretching as he eyed his Friend's List. Now, what to do?

[ai-ofblueflames]

♙ a kiss on a bruise

 ((Warning you… I may not be great with your muse. But I am gonna attempt. .n.))

                “Tch, ow…” the phase grumbled at his wounds. Even though he is a very powerful being in [The World], he still can get hurt, and the lovely bruise he was sporting was good enough of an indicator. They got lucky.

                 So he gave them a good blow back. Too bad it made them log out. It K.O.ed them. Not that he gave a fuck. They really started it by pissing Skeith off, the one reason why you don’t mess with the real Terror of Death.

                  A blue flame caught the crimson hues and he snarled, “What the HELL do you want! Can’t you see I’m a little busy?”

                 "Ah?" the flame burst into a small inferno, revealing the AI who tilted his head. What was he busy with? Upon examining, he noted the discolorations and frowned, floating over.

                  Skeith was more than tempted to punch the damn rag-doll, if this wasn’t one that wasn’t trying to rip him to shreds for half the things he did. But he did blink in astonishment, then almost recoiled as the Azure Knight began to repair the bruised data through touch, “Ya don’t need to do that.”

                   "I want to," he said simply, and gave a little peck on the bruised cheek. If the Forehead Kiss was able to make you all warm and fuzzy inside, could a Cheek Kiss do the same? He didn’t care to pay attention to the Epitaph’s features, as he finished the repairs himself, smiling under his cowl.

[ai-ofblueflames]

Smooches his forehead

              He felt the pressure on his bangs, recognizing it as some form of action… But why? A tilt of the head was given to the Epitaph, then he decided to return it, floating up to mimic him before asking:

               "What was that action called?"

[ai-ofblueflames]

A Guardian Made of Fire || for arrogantepitaph

              There was something that had to be done, his gaze would not falter from his perch on the top of a jungle gym. There was a child here, one that he was tasked to protect for a week's time. The knight didn't know why he was specifically chosen, but it may be explained with time.

              Or so he would hope.

               "..." he silently stayed in place, unaware if the child could or couldn't see his assigned protector.

[amberenigma]

Yo. I'm stealing your sister. Gonna take her to Disney land. Later loser. B)

“Hold up–Does she even have clearance?” To be fair.. he didn’t mind considering Takeshi had the freedom to go as he pleased, and for the most part, trusted his better judgement in knowing he knew how to protect his little sister. “Just keep her safe.” There was an indication of underlying seriousness.