[ txt ] : not exactly.
[ txt ] : actually, the queen bee broke into my house.
[ txt ] : and left a ridiculous amount of pizza boxes with us.
[ txt ] : jiso is supposed to come over and take most of them but.
[ txt ] : we still have enough for the three of us.
[ txt ] : as in you, nao, and myself.
[ txt ] : and you know...
[ txt ] : i could probably send nao with his friends.
[ txt ] : give us some time alone. ;)
“It’s okay to be nervous. I’m a little nervous too.” She takes his hands into her own, soft caresses from her thumbs accompanying the hold---he’s actually pretty cute. “But... It’s only four days, so... Guess we should try to make it count.”
[Modern!Naokita @ Modern!Toyo] “ It’s… you’re scaring me. I have this weird feeling you’re going to leave. ”- beaconsoflight (ANGSTY FEELS MAN....)
Studio Ghibli Sentence Meme
Accepting!
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[OOC: Trigger Warning ahead: Drugs, so let’s take this under the cut.]
But where would he go? Sun risen to light up the day after, burning his eyes, and he still feels dazed and lax. Sitting up in bed hasn’t even been an option, only staring at the wall before inevitably turning over (confident he hadn’t overdosed the night before). This is the most movement he’s done all day, and he feels better now, able to really stretch his legs and relieve his back from the pressure of laying curled into a fetal position. Were his muscles not so lax, his contentment would be clear with a smile.
But for now, he lies in bed, lips barely parted, perfect in mood and mentality. There’s nothing to worry about anymore, nothing to even think about. There is only Kita-chan by his side. Nothing but euphoria and the numbing calmness from both the drugs and her presence. He won’t be going anywhere today.
“Heyyy, baby…”
He already managed to roll over on his back, he could at least do her the courtesy of turning all the way to look at her. He only needs a moment to take a breath and prepare his muscles for the move—carefully, steady. Nerves finally awakening from a night’s accommodated rest, he’s able to bring his arms beneath his head to prop himself up and look at her.
“I’m not going anywhere… There’s no need to be scared.”
Look at how calm and euphoric he is, what is there to worry about?
Something seems to change while the god laughs at the pale fox’s idiocy. He rises from his throne, summoning the scythe that used to belong to the setting sun in one hand, With the other, Orochi flicks his wrist upward.
Small parts of the ground erupt as snakes curl and tangle their bodies around the fox’s legs, keeping him in place as the deity taps the tip of the scythe to the pale-pelt’s head.
The corpse’s head rolls to the side with a seemingly amused grin, as if studying his latest kill in it’s last moments of life, waiting for the time to strike.