#caunosfell

[parlecrit]

@caunosfell​  /  ask. 💛 — for our muses to go on an expensive, fancy date (to haruhi, from caunosfell - they paid for like. a date or w/e thru the host club. theyre just kind of curious about him/want 2 Observe™)

to be honest, haru’s never been to a place this fancy. his eyes roam over the utensils all laid out before him, and he makes a mental note to never, ever take etiquette lessons. damn rich people, with their uncomplicated lives making normal things like eating food so difficult.

this valentine’s day, the host club has started up an event where you can take one of the hosts out for an evening — a paid date, as if there aren’t any connotations behind that.

haru scans over the menu, but makes sure his eyes are soft, resting on his companion in a way that will probably get him a sizeable tip. an easy smile rests on his lips too, something that instinctively asks the receiver to relax and open up. “this place is pretty stuffy, huh... i don’t really mind it, ‘cause at least it’s one-on-one. you can have a nice conversation anywhere, as long as it’s with good company.”

[seductruth]

@caunosfell​  /  src

the idea of an adult fretting over them is … an alien one, to say the least. how long have they been an adult for? ( it doesn’t matter what their age is. they have been treated like an adult for so, so long, at this point it is impossible to imagine someone seeing them as a child. the person they have had to be … it was hardly as though there was time for it. )

so this, they … do not understand.

they blink at her for a long minute, perplexed. all they had said offhand was that they sometimes suffered migraines when they had to spend too long in the classroom; the air conditioning and the florescent lighting did not agree with sister and them respectively, but it is something they are used to at this point.

‘ ah … you do not have to do that. it is nothing i am incapable of dealing with, yes? ‘

“no, really, it’s not a problem,” she insists, already rummaging through her purse until she pulls out some aspirin. she’s got two bottles in there — aspirin for the headaches, sleeping pills for the inevitable nights she’ll be spending in motels or on campus. she makes sure to check the label before measuring out the dosage. “i’m your teacher, so i want you to be able to focus.”

she leaves the pills on a napkin, goes over to turn off the classroom lights before returning to their desk. “if i’m being honest, i get migraines easily, too. they come on often, especially if you’re not sleeping well.” there’s an unspoken question there, a wondering. is shinguuji taking care of themselves, or have they fallen off the edge of the slippery slope?

[shukensha]

cont. from @caunosfell​

“Why wouldn’t I be?” The supreme leader leans back in his chair, his arms behind his head. “Wouldn’t you think that a man who rules over thousands upon thousands of loyal and evil subjects be interested in something as simple as anthropology?”

There wasn’t any lie in the boy’s interest for anthropology-- he needs to learn more about the people around him should he wish to extend DICE to further reaches all across Japan. There were so many obstacles in front of him that he needed to conquer-- obstacles that could easily prove worthy to him in his eventual conquest for control over the world, or at least the surrounding areas within Japan.

He swung his legs back and forth in his chair childishly as he swayed side to side, racking his brain for what other uses aside from teaching him things he might already know the Ultimate Anthropologist has. The offer to be taught was not one he believed he should easily pass up-- he actually respected Korekiyo and their intellect, knowing fully well not to try and mess with them in a serious manner. A simple prank here and there was fine, that was something he did to everyone, but messing with their work was something even he didn’t want to do.

“It’s not a bad idea to have you teaching me about how dumb commoners work, so I won’t mind taking you up on your offer.” Kokichi sat up in his seat, his focus now on the anthropologist. “Your lessons better include how to beat people up with a sword. Swords are cool and will make me look cooler by a solid twenty percent increase.”

[emedius]

--> @caunosfell

she’s been watching them for quite some time, never quite gathering up the nerve to approach. the specter that haunts them is the most fearsome one she’s ever seen, its ghastly red lipstick blaring warning sirens all over. it doesn’t have a distinct shape that she can see, but somehow that crimson is written all over its aura. just like blood.

komaru’s always been a crybaby. she still cries when she stubs her toes, skins her knees during soccer practice. so this... is far beyond her ability to deal with, even as the ultimate spiritual medium.

even so... she’s going to bite her lip and plow forward, shoulders set.

“...e-excuse me,” she says softly. “do you need... help?”

here in the daylight, that spirit’s strength should waver... theoretically. it should be safe to talk.

[triggertruth-a]

@caunosfell​  //  call.  ( accepting! )

“i know what you are.” the two of them had been sitting in silence in the dining hall for the past twenty minutes. she’d been tucking away some swiss rolls, and they’d been watching her. only now does she raise her petulant voice to address this. “you’re an anti-mage.” she says this simply, completely at home in her terminology,only acknowledging that others may not understand when she feeds it into her ridiculous logic. every possible contradiction has an even more outlandish solution. it’s best just not to question her.

her lips purse as she pouts, not bothering to make eye contact. “i can tell... because every time you’re around, i feel a drain on my mana.”

[notephelia]

kiyo & misa / @caunosfell

we are not worried about death, but we know he worries about us.

[eludum]

❥ @caunosfell​

this is the most anyone’s ever paid attention to her ramblings. she’d be flattered, if she didn’t know it was purely for scholarly research. they seem so interested in the history and core mechanics of video games, and it’s something she’s studied her entire life, so... she’d be some kind of monster if she didn’t deliver, right?

(it’s definitely not because this is the first time anyone has ever made her feel like she’s actually allowed to talk at length about her interests.)

chiaki scratches her chin. it takes her a moment to comprehend what shinguuji’s said, as she picks apart their words and then rephrases them in her head so she understands what’s being asked.

“um... it’s not really something that’s acknowledged in-universe, y’know? it’s mostly because when games were first created, they didn’t have the ability to maintain save files like we currently have. so if you lost once, and you didn’t have any more lives, you’d have to start over from your last checkpoint... or start over completely, if you go back far enough. and for most people, that would be a deal breaker... retro games are suuuper hard, apparently.”

“apparently”, because she hasn’t had much difficulty with ANY game since she was a little kid.

[emortem]

--> @caunosfell​

maki’s not much of a conversationalist. she’s never been one, ever since she was a kid. words never came easily to her; it was far more important for her to handle the younger kids than for her to express herself. and “expressing herself” was never a choice, after she was chosen.

after she volunteered herself, more like. after she chose.

but for whatever reason, shinguuji manages to yank the words out of her sorry corpse. it’s this thing they do, whenever they’re around. she knows they won’t pity her. perhaps that’s part of it. or perhaps it’s because they have the same awkward air around them that she does, and it feels... safer, to be among her own kind.

“...you misunderstand,” maki grumbles under her breath. she didn’t mean to sound like she was venting. she never vents; she simply states facts. facts such as “most of the children in the orphanage, including me, were dumped because we were no longer wanted” and “i’m only a caretaker because i had no choice in the matter, the adults do very little to help”.

the fact that this has been mistaken for some effort to relieve herself of the burden of her “tragic past” is... embarrassing.

(that’s not why she was doing it, right? she would never.)

tugging lightly on one of her twintails, maki doesn’t meet shinguuji’s eyes.

“i’m not ‘getting anything off my chest.’ this is just the way things are. that’s what i meant.” there is never an end. not for people like her and shinguuji. somehow she knows this intuitively.