#arts snippets

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Narukami Yu wasn't the touchy type. He wasn't against it or anything, it just wasn't really his vibe most of the time.

That was, until Hanamura Yosuke came into his life.

Yosuke wasn't a big touchy person by any means— he was actually pretty distanced from a lot of the people around him. Chie, Yukiko— he rarely came into physical contact with them. Even when Kanji, Teddie, Rise, and Naoto came into the picture, his gestures never went beyond fistbumps or the occasional handshake.

In fact, the most he had really noticed was that he was okay with giving Nanako a piggyback ride.

Which is why, when Naoto came up to him as they were finishing up preparations with that simple observation, it threw Yu for a loop.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that Hanamura is far closer to you then the rest of the group." They said, rather plainly. It was if they were stating just simple fact, like 'you can breathe air.' "You and him often exist in each others personal space. I'm surprised you two don't have a duel tactic like Amagi and Satonaka, or him and Teddie."

Yu had kind of blanked on them, admittedly, humming noncommittally before Naoto turned the subject back to their tactics for battle. But it had circulated around in his mind, suddenly becoming far more aware of his partner's antics.

Like whenever they were idling at Junes' for some reason, Yosuke would be leaning towards him, if not on him if Yu was sitting down. Or he'd sidle right next to him and elbow him in the side to get his attention, or constantly be next to him whenever they were resting or sitting or in preparation phases. It was a little embarrassing as he became so aware of how close Yosuke simply just resided near him— but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle.

Until he realized Yosuke had stopped.

It was strange. There was this chill that seemed to permeate when he first noticed it. It began not long after Naoto had brought it up to him, when Yosuke seemed to suddenly disappear from his side. It wasn't that far away, he was still nearby, but now there was this distance. It was unfamiliar, chilling.

He didn't like it. Not one bit.

Yosuke seemed surprised when Yu divvied up the exploration team into pairs this time around, and took Yosuke with him. It wasn't meant to be any sort of serious mission, he was just looking for some items for some people, but when even Rise and Teddie were paired up to scope out the place, it was a little concerning.

Especially when Yu took Yosuke as his partner for this investigation.

They were barely a few rooms in when Yu suddenly pulled them to a stop for a break. Yosuke had barely even broken a sweat from the two fights they had gotten into, wiping his blades clean as he looked to his partner, who had sheathed his own blade and set it aside.

"You good, partner? If I didn't know better, I'd say you made up a ruse for us to hang out!" He had to poke fun a little, but genuine concern colored his voice. Yu cracked a faint smile at that before he set his sword down. "Seriously, Yu— whats going on-!?"

His voice taped off into a small squeak when Yu suddenly collapsed on top of him, arms loosely wrapped around Yosuke's waist. A small sigh escaped him as he shoved his face into Yosuke's shoulder with a faint murmured apology.

"Sorry."

"Woah-hahah- a little close there, Yu— the others, they could— you uh- you— whats going on-?" Yosuke scrambled to gather his words, idly pushing on Yu's body to no avail. He gave up after a few seconds, stiffly just standing still, "Seriously, whats with you??"

Yu seemed to pause for a second, though he didn't budge much. If anything, his embrace got tighter.

"You've been avoiding me."

Yosuke flinched immediately, and Yu knew he had hit the nail on the head. So it had been purposeful.

"Geez, you- you noticed that..?" Yosuke murmured, ears turning a vibrant red. before his voice got a little bit louder. "Whaddya mean, partner? I haven't— been avoiding you. I'm right here!"

Yu stood up just enough to give Yosuke an unimpressed look, he had heard him clear as day, and Yosuke took all but two seconds to crumble, sheepishly folding his arms as Yu finally stepped away.

"Sorry, partner— I thought you wouldn't notice.."

"So you were avoiding me." Yu put his hands in his pockets, bangs drifting as he tilted his head to the side.

"I wasn't avoiding. I was just— putting more distance so you weren't uncomfortable!" He stumbled over his words, trying to brush his hair out of his face. "Naoto asked me about it so I figured you must look uncomfortable or something, so I just—"

"Did I ever say I was?"

Yosuke's face got redder.

"N-no, but—.. no. No, you never said anything." He gave up trying to defend himself under Yu's pointblank stare, hanging his head. Yu at least chuckled a little, getting Yosuke to glare at him— which only got amusement in return.

"What did Naoto say? They only mentioned that you were closer to me then the rest of the group when they talked to me." Yu had to admit he was a little curious. While Naoto was a valuable asset to the team and was only attempting to connect by sharing their examinations, Yu knew Yosuke would probably overthink it just that little bit.

"Sh- they only said somethin about me only really bein touchy with you. Or something like that." He looked to the side, pushing his headphones up a little. "It was a- wait, they said something to you as well?"

Yu nodded.

"They had mentioned to me their surprise that we didn't have a joint attack, and that you and Teddie instead had one instead of me and you." He rolled his neck a little, before looking bacl to Yosuke with some sort of forlorn look on his face. "Can I hug you again?"

"Wh— dude, seriously?!"

"You haven't been near me in a week and a half. I miss you." Yu's plainspoken nature never failed to throw Yosuke off guard. He said whatever he wanted to, with this same sort of smoothness that made it seem like no matter what the words were, he was going to be right. Yosuke could only stare at him blankly, cheeks burning a brighter red by the second, before he relented under Yu's stare, groaning.

"…you can't say stuff like that, partner." He put his arms out, Yu's face lighting up with the barest shift in his calm expression. Almost immediately he was melting back into Yosuke, this time his face nearing Yosuke's neck, arms tighter as Yosuke hesitantly put his hands on Yu's back. "Not to me.."

"Why not? Its the truth. Why would I deny you the truth?" Yu was genuine, but he couldn't see the scarlet that drowned Yosuke's face and neck, the tips of his ears matching the rosy red as his heart raced, faster then he had even at the riverbank. He didn't respond to Yu's question, instead just curling his hands into fists and holding onto Yu's school uniform jacket.

Hate it as he may, he had missed their casual intimacy too.

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Casual Touch - awriternamedart

p4g has gripped me so tight im about to pop its not funny anymore

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"How do you do it, gambler?"

Aventurine glanced up from the drink in his hand, an identical one clutched tightly in Dr. Ratio's.

"Do what?"

"Maintain a relationship."

Aventurine blinked, before his head shot up again to look at the doctor. Veritas didn't even spare him a glance, eyes glued to the scene in front of them— a grand IPC ball, held for investors and connections to be made. It was always a busy and grand event, one the Intellegensia Guild had to attend to maintain the IPC's investment.

It really wasn't Dr. Ratio's scene, but he had been chosen as their representative anyway.

"I'm not particularly adept at that, my dear doctor." Aventurine chuckled, watching the alcohol swirl in his glass.

"You are far more able then I am. Even upon falsities and fake promises, you managed to chat and converse with people in a sort of ease," Ratio slowly tore his eyes away from the crowd, glancing back to Aventurine before his eyes dropped to the floor in front of him. "..Its admirable."

Aventurine could just barely process what Dr. Ratio was exactly saying— direct praise?? From the good doctor himself???— before Veritas set down his now-empty drink on a bypassing waiters tray.

"Do you ever feel.. second-rate?"

Aventurine paused, taking another languid drink as he contemplated. It wasn't often the dear doctor opened up— he should tread carefully.

"I can't say for sure. Why?" He kept his tone even, trying not to distract from Veritas' thoughts. It was hard enough to get to know him in the first place, to squander his trust like this would be a waste.

The Doctor took a deep breath, practically hiding himself in the shadows of one of the many grand pillars decorating the room.

"I am not adept at conversation."

Aventurine could agree with that. Something about the doctor made it difficult to respond in kind— he was dry, a vague bit brutish, and if Aventurine dared, a little bullheaded. He seemed so sure of himself, founded confidence that was backed up by his many achievements. It was a little intimidating for the average person, he supposed. But as he looked on, that sort of Dr. Ratio seemed to fade ever so slightly, leaving behind someone who was still sure in his knowledge and discoveries— but struggled nonetheless.

"I find people.. grating, sometimes. But connection is one of the few necessities of livelihood, and so I try to converse with my peers as often as possible. It is.. difficult. It often feels as if they have no interest in what I am saying, neither asking questions nor inquiring further, and when I try to do so to show interest in their research, they often retreat back, saying it is not finished or the such. Offering to help only ever seems to drive them further away." Taking out the laurel clip in his hair, Veritas' thumb drifted over the gilded leaves, the polish in the finish reflecting his face back at him. "Despite my best efforts, I rarely ever follow up because I fear I intimidate them. I have seen them recoil at the mere sight of me."

Aventurine could just watch on in surprise— Veritas had never shown an inkling of this before. When he had first gotten to know the doctor, he had assumed Veritas simply didn't work with his peers due to a difference in dedication, or perhaps view. He was among the brightest and best in the Intellegensia Guild, always praised behind his back for being one of their stars.

Perhaps that wasn't the front Veritas had put up at all. Perhaps it was what Veritas was forced to wear in the face of his peers, forced to be seen as the cold unobtainable, the pinnacle of what they should be.

Being on a pedestal like that, it must be lonely.

"Do you not go drinking with your coworkers or something?" Aventurine leaned against the wall, cold of the stone seeping through his suit. Veritas glanced up at him, before looking back down.

"..I was never invited. It is against social convention to come along if you aren't invited, isn't it? I'd rather not strain and worry them more. It could impact them negatively if I were to come along and invite stress to what is supposed to be a time they unwind." He turned the laurel over in his hand. "..perhaps I missed my opportunity."

The light of the pedestal Dr. Ratio sat on seemed to blind all those who looked at it from underneath. They couldn't see his face, only his back— but as Aventurine leaned against the wall, gazing at the doctor in front of him, he got that different perspective.

There was.. resignation, in his eyes.

"Perhaps I am just doomed to be a looming figure above many. And yet, I'll still never be enough." His voice tapered off slightly, head dropping even just that hint bit more. "I am fully aware how much others are compared to me, and I hear them speak of my achievements behind my back. I wish they would stop, if I am being honest. Or at least tell me of my praise directly."

That surprised Aventurine.

"What, do people not give you a compliment or two? For someone so easy on the eyes and as esteemed as you, doctor, I find that hard to believe!" He chuckled— but it quickly faded out as Veritas looked to the side.

"Not often do I get comments directly on my achievements, no. Nor on my appearance, before you came along." He sighed. "You are.. the only person who does so."

The only one who's tried.

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The Only One Whos Tried - awriternamedart

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"….do you mind."

The sharp little bell of laughter was his only response, leaving the general to scowl over nothing- nose scrunching up in unreadable emotion. God, the nuisence just refused to leave him alone, their presence constant, infuriating— addicting. As much as 007n7 would complain, there was something undeniable about how it had come to be a comfort to hear those bells, the arrival.

Without much delay, there was fizzle, snap, and the faint crackle of gunpowder as Noli materialized out of the shadows, hanging upside down from seemingly nothing as the strange glitch of an entity came face to face with Seven before slipping down further and falling into the generals lap with a rather annoying sense of ease and comfort. And yet, the general did naught to push them away, only begrudingly sighing.

"Why, I should be asking you that, Sev~!" Their head tilts to the side, the slits of their mask betraying their amusement. Noli did nothing to comment on the shared space, more then happy to take up the generals precious personal room— before their eyes flitted to the screens in front of them, pursing their lips. "Oo, you seem busy..~"

"..I am. Admins found a warehouse." He grumbled out the words, low and angered— leaning over Noli and barely shifting the jester around to sharply type something out on the command line. "If you want to be useful, then head to the front lines."

"Boo, now why would I do that?" Noli just let their head loll back, the tails of their hat jingling with each move they made. Yet their gaze never left the screens, calculating, amused, absorbing every bit of information that lingered for just a moment to long. And Seven knew it— shifting as much to let Noli slip out of the chair and over behind it, leaning on the back of it to continue observing the general at work. "Ugh, just so much woorrrkkk.. Can't you take a breakkk…?"

"Noli."

All they did was giggle at the reprimand. Knowing full well black eyes glanced over at them, the red crosshair over his pupil lingering just a moment to long.

"..tch. This won't take long. Just fuck off until the supplies are safe." He grumbled, finally turning back full to his work- snagging the mic off his headset to growl out an order. "Make yourself useful or scarce."

"So mean to me.!"

And yet Noli didn't do much, leaning on the part of the console that wouldn't launch a nuke- learned that one the hard way— and instead choosing to continue admiring and watching the general at work. Something slipped in their face- the uncanny movement and instinctive warning against a glitch such as them fading faintly as something shifted along their mask- something that made them more….

…well. Seven wasn't going to place it. Not right now.

He could worry about the implications later.

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implications , awriternamedart

[awriternamedart]

"Hhharrggnnnnn…"

Hermes chuckled, letting his light feet touch the ground for the first time in what felt like eons.

"I know, I know boss! You can't be let off the hook either, its rare enough we get these chance encounters here, much less anywhere else!" The speed of his words had dropped ever so slightly. Even his worn chiton had seen better days, the wings on his head now folded and pressed up to his untamed hair. He had seen better days- they all had. Gods, niether of them even knew when they last crossed paths in the Crossroads, much less elsewhere. Hermes had his own duties to the Unseen, as did Charon- but still, both of them lingered for those few seconds.

"…yeah, I miss it to, boss." As if reading the chthonic god's mind, Hermes only chuckled, actually pausing long enough to enjoy the feeling of the grass for once. Hecate had insisted he linger- his clothes had gotten far to worn, and she had supposedly prepared him something. Charon knew, he perhaps had played a part in this scheme, but he was remaining stubborning quiet about the whole thing, quieter then normal! "Don't suppose you got somethin' new in stock there, my dear associate, that we can look through as we wait~?"

Charon just huffed, a low rumbling sound of amusement, dry and cracked. Both of them were worse for wear. Just a few years longer before Melinoe was old enough to be sent to the field, to her mission- but those years were to be spent in constant movement and prevention. Lest the worse happen.

Hermes was knocked out of his racing thoughts for a brief moment, cold gracing his cheek. It was a familiar gesture, dragging a soft laugh from worn cheeks. The circles under his eyes were certainly doing him no favors. Charon simply traced the line under his eye, brushing away the dirt stuck to his cheek.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were up to somethin. Yknow, boss, for someone so quiet, you can be awfully straightforward, makes me wonder why no ones ever really tryna talk to you! Well, besides my good ole coz, your a right fine guy!" Hermes found it enough to get a smile on his face- their affection was subtle, but not hidden. One was always stuck to his path, the other on the constant move. It was nothing either of them needed much time to think about. Crossing their paths so often just led to gentle partnership. Ease. Comfort. Trust. "…we just gotta wait, then itll all be back to normal."

Another word longer and he would have been whisked away by Hecate and Melinoe, both of them calling for Hermes from a ways away. Charon gestured for him to go, but the silent question for him to return before leaving didn't go unnoticed. Hermes gave him the best reassurance he could before he was pulled away and newly dressed- darker fabrics, more golden accents- fresh against his skin. It felt nice to get something new again, and it fit him well, something that made the god smile.

"Oh, Lord Hermes, it works so well! Charon was right to use these fabrics, I have no idea how he found them, thats for sure!" Melinoe clasped her hands together. Despite her young age, stress had already etched itself into her forehead- but it faded into something more childlike as she grinned. "Arachne will be so pleased to know it fits, though she doesn't exactly know its for an Olympian…"

"My lips are sealed, M." Hermes grinned, shouldering his new bag. It even had a little pocket, enchanted to the tee to have more space then it appeared, perfect for a little creature to take as home. Hecate handed him a small ribbon, helping him tie back what hair he had grown in his seemingly endless spy mission. "Thanks, mistress, real life saver the lot of you are!"

"It is our thanks to you, Hermes, for dedicating your time to this cause. Surely Olympus has questioned your continuous absence- we simply want to thank you for your time and effort." Hecate simply smiled before waving him off. "Now go, the boatman has been awaiting your arrival- he's your ride back to the Underworld for the next scouting rounds."

"Please do be careful, Lord Hermes." All the god could do was playfully tousle the young witch apprentice's hair, Melinoe gasping in surprise before Hermes zipped off to his counterpart, his rushed thanks the best they got as they watched him prepare to leave again.

"Now then, whatcha think, boss?" Hermes chuckled before settling into the boat with ease. He could only wave to the Crossroads before Charon pushed off, both of them knowing that time was of the essence.

But once the waving hands were out of sight, Charon paused them for a second, dragging Hermes attention back to him.

"C'mon, boss, we gotta move quickly~! You know better then I that moving as fast as possible is the best way we can get knowledge on whatevers going on downstairs-" His ceaseless rambling was paused for a second when Charon groaned, taking one of his armlets off. Most of his splendor in offerings of Obel was already stripped bare, the Boatman left nothing but his usual garb and whatever gold he could scrounge up and stockpile. He took no pleasure in it, as it wasn't Obel, but it was what he could make due with- which surprised Hermes. He was no god to part with his treasures and offerings. "Whatcha got there, boss?"

All he got in answer was for Charon to take his hands, sliding two of his own rings over Hermes' own fingers. The armlet was pressed into his hands for him to put on as he pleased, his touch lingering before he stood up to begin rowing yet again. Hermes could only stare in surprise, for once silent as he tried to process exactly what Charon had done.

To give recieved offerings of one god to another- it was nigh unheard of. But as he slid it on, feeling it settle into his skin, he could only chuckle and smile. Hermes was an Olympian, sure, but Charon was tied to the Underworld, to the River Styx herself and her sisters alike. And this was one way to certainly say that while in the Underworld, Hermes was under Charon's protection and watch.

"You know, if you just wanted to stake your claim, there were far easier ways, boss!"

Charon offered no answer to that, just another low gutteral groan with no percievable meaning. All Hermes could do was laugh and admire the delicate shine- they certainly were partners, in more ways then one.

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woe charmes be upon ye

or speedboat

professional associates

how do they have so many ship names

anyway my take on how hermes got the new fit and also charons missing rings and armlet-thing (i dont know what their called and its bloody midnight im not researching shit rn) reappearing on hermes

hades 2 has in fact taken me by the throat and thrown me into the pits of tartarus were back in the fucking building again

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“Everyones waiting to see you again.”

Sampo paused.

“And I mean, everyone.”

Gepard didn't dare step forward, hesitant to even hold out his hand. As deeply as he wished to push forward, to hold on, he couldn't dare to move- he feared Sampo running more.

“Natasha still keeps your old apartment free.”

He dared to step forward.

“Seele never lets anyone touch her scythe.”

Sampo didn't move. Gepard took another step, and another.

“Hook learned to make the candies you used to give out. Serval still instinctively tries to call you when Mechanical Fever needs a fill in. Bronya remade all of your records and has kept them safe.” Every slow, careful, fearful step lingered in the quiet of Epsilon, accented with every sentence Gepard spoke.

Until they stood a pace apart, Sampo’s back still to him. For a moment, they just stood there, quiet, the only noise the faint wind and the distant bustling of the tavern.

“...why are you telling me all this?” Gepard perked up as Sampo spoke. He paused, the metal of the key strung around his neck pressing into his skin.

“..To tell you everyone misses you. Remembers you.” He reached up instinctively, holding the key between his fingers and glancing to it, to the scratched words on its surface before looking up again.

“..To convince you to come home.”

“...then what about you?”

Gepard couldn't hide the second of surprise on his face as Sampo slowly looked over his shoulder. His face was still shrouded in shadow, barely visible in the dark night.

...me?

The wind seemed to pick up around them, Sampo slowly turning to the side, eyes darting to the ground in front of him, to each side as the silence lingered, an uncomfortable stretch of time that seemed to seep with the night itself.

Maybe this was a mistake, Sampo thought, maybe he should just go, maybe-

“...Every week, I leave my window unlocked for you.” Sampo stilled. Gepard brought himself to look at his face, searching whatever he could see for something, anything. “Twice a week, I’d go to the undercity and run supply runs until the Fragmentum disappeared.”

“Every other day, I stop by that sandwich place you like.. and sometimes, I still go to that alcove, on the Goethe Hotel.” Sampo flinched in surprise as Gepards fingers brushed his cheek, the captain stopping in a second of fear. He didn't run, didnt fight it though, and after a few seconds, Gepard pushed his bangs away from his face, cupping his cheek and urging Sampo silently, please, look at me.

“...And every night, I..” He swallowed down the lump in his throat. “...every night, I see your face, in my dreams. Every night I’d think, hope, wish for just a chance to see you again.”

“So please..” Gepards voice cracked, “..come home.”

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Homes Hearth Beckons You Back - awriternamedart

imma just start posting snippets so prepare for that v

post akrasia btw

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Each start to the round was always disorienting- to the point K1dd grumbled about waking up face first in the grass more often then not. At least sometimes they'd be pushed into these- things- alongside a few of the others he had gotten to know back at the cabin, or sometimes Baba would be nearby, but most of the time he would spawn in alone.

This is so. Annoying.

He grumbled and groaned, fixing the purple bandana around his neck. The cold grass left marks of condensation in the back of his red shirt, cold droplets that made c00lk1dd shiver and consider putting on his jacket for once- glancing around to make sure no one was nearby before untying the knot around his waist and feeling the old, worn down fabric settle into his shoulders.

It had long since lost its scent of his dad. But it was still comforting somehow, worn out and soft and beaten up- maybe he shouldnt keep it around, with how old he is-! (13 is absolutely old, Baba, you can't keep calling him a kid!!)

...but he just couldnt being himself to do it.

The grass softened underfoot as c00lk1dd started the usual routine for these hellscapes- keep to the walls, find someone safe. Baba had stressed to him so many times that they will try to kill him, that they will succeed- that he just had to keep himself as safe as possible. And that they would always be there when everything was over.

So thats what K1dd did. Not that he needed to or whatever- it was just. Routine at this point! Obviously. So he just kicked at rocks, searching around quietly, the gu1 screen at his fingertips just in case.

He peered around the corner. Nothing. Damn! Wait he shouldnt- ...nah hes alone. He can swear. No one can scold him!

He could even shout the worst swear word he knows if he really wanted to!! ...wait a second.

A grin split across c00lk1dds face.

A second passed. And then K1dd sprinted full speed into the open, taking in a deeeep breath.

".... MOTHERFUCKER!"

.....he could hear his own voice echoing off the distance walls. K1dd started giggling to himself, looking around wildly- no one was coming. He wasn't gonna get in trouble! Fuck yeah!

"SHIT! FUCK! HELL! DAMN! uh..."

He started just rattling off as many of the words as he could remember from when he was younger, when his dad was around. He always swore more then Baba before he left, though he had gotten better! But it gave c00lk1dd an arsenal of weaponry, cackling to himself as he let them fire off, one after the other, trying to think about more. For once, the fear wavered, truly wavered- the freedom of a child letting him release the rage in at least some capacity.

...At least, until he heard a tree branch snap in the middle of taking another deep breath.

c00lk1dd froze up immediately, feet getting rooted into the ground as the Gu1 came to his fingertips. The screen wavered for a second- the three or so buttons he could press hovered right at his fingertips.

"W-whos there-! Im not- scared!! Cause if you try and- try and hurt me, Ill win!! I have really cool hacks you know-!!" Despite the shaking voice, c00lk1dd ripped himself from the ground, turning on his heel to try and find the direction the snap had come from. "Stop being a coward! Im not scared!!"

"N0t sc4r3d ..?"

A shiver ran down c00lk1dds spine. Another twig snapped, making the kid finally locate where the strange voice was coming from- his eyes blowing wide.

Red and black spider legs parted the brush. Sharp, angled, jagged- digging into the stone wall, carrying a half limp body. Glitched out screens covered them somewhat, black and red boxes that looked so painfully familiar. His heart lurched- what the fuck was that-?!

K1dd slammed a hand on one of the buttons, before a targetted line of fire erupted between them. Baba and the other adults had stressed to him that the most important thing was to run- and run he did. His sneakers dug into the ground, progressively getting muddier as he trampled across the terrain. It wouldnt last forever, but it would be enough to keep them distracted- he hoped. He just had to keep going, going until-

...his foot caught on a branch.

K1dds jaw slammed into the ground with a sickening sound, the tang of blood filling his mouth. The loud wail was immediate, the blackish blood leaking out of his split lip as he fumbled getting up- he had to keep going, he had to- until the hood of his jacket was pulled taunt.

And up he went.

"Let me GO-!!" c00lk1dd started to thrash, flailing to try and get them away- a single claw-like leg keeping him in midair.

"Ugh. Wh4t 4 p3st. Y0u kn0w wh4t t0 d0."

The voice resonated. It was so- glitched out, but- it felt familiar. Like Baba's got when they got anxious or stressed out. It was enough for K1dd to pause- pause and finally take in the look of his pursuer.

....Their eyes met.

".....d...dad..-?"

007n7 looked back at him- half of his face obscured in those painfully familiar screens. Now that he had a moment, K1dd could recognize them, recognize the remains of the c00lgu1 staring back at him, what was left of 007n7 fearfully returning the gaze.

..The screens split into a twisted half grin.

"W3ll 1snt th1s just 1NT3R3ST1NG...! 1ts th3 br4t th4t und1d us.. that TH3Y t00k from us."

The claw brought c00lk1dd closer to his face, 007n7 almost recoiling at the sudden proximity- yet seemingly helpless against it. He was forced to stare, digital red engraved into his skin pulsing, keeping his eye open and mouth shut.

"Th3 l4st p13c3, r1ght 1n 0ur h4nds..!! 1snt th1s just p3rf3ct... w3 w1ll f1n4lly b3 c0mpl3t3-!!"

c00lk1dd was frozen. Helpless but to stare- stare at the remnants of the person he barely remembered, yet knew all to much about. The man who nearly ended Robloxia, the man who found him on his doorstep and took him in, the one who created his c00lgu1 and the one that simultaneously destroyed it and himself alongside with it. The reason his Baba spent so long grieving, the reason they were never the same again- the person who ruined any chance of something normal.

The reason c00lk1dd was taken away from his life. From everything.

"N-No, let me go, let me go-!! Baba, BABA-!!" The screams tore from c00lk1dds throat as he started to thrash again. He kicked for all he was worth, trying to twist and turn away from the beast that held him tight. Why now of all times, why here, why like this-!! Why was he back, why did he have to come back-!! K1dd thrashed, finally landing a hit against 007n7's cheek, shouting out with a hoarse voice and burning tears, "I hate you, I HATE YOU-!"

007n7's face froze up.

c00lk1dd hit the ground with a rough tumble, but he couldn't keep himself still. With shaky legs, c00lk1dd scrambled to his feet, branches and brush whipping and cutting at his legs as he trampled away.

007n7 didn't chase. He just watched, seemingly frozen up despite the angry crashing roars in his head, the gu1 churning and yelling at him to go, get it back, return the piece, become whole again- but his mind was stuck. Stuck on the little kid staring back at him with fear and loathing, a pure kind of emotion you can only find on a child who didn't understand what it really meant yet.

...His son was here.

He was meant to kill his son. He had to kill not just those he didnt know- he had to kill his son.

And if c00k1dds reaction told him any other information...

...he would have to kill Noli to.

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@fqlling-stqrs youve infected me with my own idea but i didnt wanna make the reblog longer then it is so yknow

hi

this is your fault / silly nsrs

[awriternamedart]

"Silver, or gold?"

"Silver."/"Gold."

Yosuke and Yu paused to stare at each other as they answered in sync. Even Yukiko, who had asked the innocent question while holding some fabric accents for her family's inn, took a pause, snickering as the two boys stared at each other in surprise.

"Silver, Yosuke?" Yu tilted his head, genuine surprise peaking its head. Yosuke just shrugged, fully pulling his headphones off his head. "I would have thought you liked gold more."

"Oh, come off it, partner- Silver's where its at!! Most mens stuff is in silver!" Yosuke shrugged, holding up the silver ring on his middle finger as if it were proof. "Take it from me, silver is just shinier, better lookin!"

"Thats a shame, since yer totally a gold n' bronze person, Yosuke." Kanji wandered in from where he had been browsing the selection for Yukiko, gently placing the fabrics down— almost like they'd shatter into a million pieces if he went to fast. Yosuke just blinked at him, scoffing almost.

"Whaddya mean by that?"

"Gold would suit ya better, tha's all." Kanji shrugged, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. "Ya got a thinner chin, light brown hair, brown eyes, freckles n' shit— like a warmer tone skin a' well. Red undertone, or somethin'. So thin gold jewelry probably best for ya if we're ignorin your outfit."

They all just kinda stared at Kanji, who stared back at them before shrugging.

"What? I live in a textile shop. Whaddya expect?" He grumbled, rubbing at the back of his neck. "'S not rocket science."

"Wait, wait, so then what am I, Kanji?" Yukiko popped forward in interest, Chie's arm being snagged as she rounded around her underclassman. "What jewelry suits me best? And Chie!!"

Kanji took a simple look over, something calculative in his eye before he spoke.

"Probably thin silver shit. Black hair, cooler toned skin, also a narrow face shape, bigger eyes— stuff like silver decorative studs or a small chained necklace or somethin would work. Otherwise ya kinda just have to base it off your outfit."

He turned to Chie at Yukiko's behest, quickly turning the same judgement onto her.

"Rose gold or bronze, maybe. Chunkier stuff, to. Frames yer neck cause of yer short hair, warm vibe, yknow? Somethin a little on the darker side to contrast yer hair to." Chie looked pleasantly surprised and pleased by that at least.

"Wait, so what about Yu? Don't leave him out!" She was pretty quick to turn on their leader though, directing Kanji's gaze towards him. Yu blinked in surprise before their eyes met, and Kanji barely even took a few seconds before answering.

"Black or silver, easy. Got that cooler tone, but silver matches yer hair really well so black would probably be best to stand out, but silver would work to frame yer face. Ya'd have to break it up though, wardrobe stuff, yknow?" He shrugged, pink on his face and shoving his hands in his pockets. "It ain't that big of a deal, it just basic color."

Yosuke just had to glance at Yu.

Yu happened to glance back.

He cracked a faint smile, leaning over a little closer to his partner.

"You like silver?"

And Yosuke's face turned scarlet, head quickly darting away as Yu just began to chuckle.

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Silver and Gold - awriternamedart

precious metal silver and gold boyfriends,,,,