D-16 walked through the barracks, towards Shadowwing’s recharge pod. Avoiding Darkwing’s looming figure as he kept up the pace, he snuck up on the young femme he’d come to call conjux.
”Hey Shadow- you awake?” He smiled and he peeked around the corner. It was late by all means, but he didn’t want to miss out on spending the evening with her.
She couldn't believe that loki fid this for her, gave her a pet dog who looked perfect and just as adorable. Taking two strides towards the animal she greeted the dog as she kneels down to pet on top of its head, smiling from ear to ear. " oh my gosh! You're so beautiful. Hello there." Margo looks back up at loki as she stands back up and sees the paper work he mentioned.
" Wow, I can't thank you enough loki. This is what I always wanted. Honestly you're the best." She walks over to give loki a hug, showing how much she appreciates his gift to her. Margo pulls back slowly her face was heated by the close contact but quickly she wanted to know more information about the dog.
" So is it a boy or a girl? If its a girl I was thinking maybe zoe or rose and if its a boy Bruno or starsky." If was a few names that she already had in mind just in case she ever gotten a pet so this was a good thing she planned in advance.
" Tell me more about the dog, while I go through the papers. Should I sign everything or did you have that covered." She asked him.
Shisui bodyflickered them back to his place and ushered them both in. It was a cold night and he wanted nothing more than to loaf in bed. He tugged his lover's sleeve to get under the covers with him.
"You're staying." He stripped down to his boxers and a t shirt and blissfully slid under the sheets. "Come my love, stay the night with me." He gave him his most doeful come hither eyes and pat the pillow next to him..
Zeno was very much not pacing in anticipation, and especially not in anxiety. Their exchange of gifts felt logical. Emiya had gifted him something rare, exquisite, even. In return, he had given her something relatively... normal. Normal, yet obsessively maintained and cared for, all of that care and attention blatant in its shape, color, and yes, even the bloom.
He had waited what he believed to be an acceptable amount of time before he had even reached out to her for an update. In return, he had received an invitation, folded neatly inside a linen envelope, embossed in silver, decorated with a lily motif. It was... cute. Simple, yet elegant. A date and time was included, along with directions to her greenhouse. It was more than he had hoped for - Zeno was acutely aware of who Emiya was, or rather who she was related to.
Still, his curiosity had overwhelmed him. Was this some sort of trap? He didn't want to think it was, but he had been caught in enough - or at least attempts to trap him as he was a difficult man to pin down, after all - that it was hard to shake the feeling. (Maybe he simply knew he was being watched. She had chosen a very public place to meet, and he was so very out of place here.)
He paced more. Resisting the urge to light a cigarette on a no smoking campus, he instead resorted to flipping his lighter open and closed to soothe his nerves.
Five year old Hidan sneezed and wiped his nose with his shirt sleeve. This hay was making him sniffy and sneezey! He was gonna start getting nosebleeds again! He inched deeper into the piles of hay, more to hide himself than to get warm, and lay still..
He heard footsteps coming closer..
His little heart was pounding out of its chest, hammering very fast, that was so close!! He had to get away from there.. from THE BAD PLACE!
Hidan got comfortable, leaning against the back of the farm wagon. Boy he was hungry.. SON OF A GUN HIS ANKLE HURT! Did he sprain it? Was his ankle broken? He had stolen some bandages and gauzey wrap from a shop once but that ran out. He was always getting into accidents. Hidan wished there was a way to never get hurt again! No more hurts and no more sprains and no more ouchies, and no more bad men and no more bad places. He rubbed his ankle and yelped. His ankle was angry..
FROM THE BOTTOM OF HIS YELLOW HEART HE WISHED HE WAS ALL POWERFUL AND NOTHING COULD HARM HIM AGAIN!
He wished no one could hurt him.. and anyone who tried he would hurt them back 10x more!!! A 1000 1000000000000000 999999999898373799X MORE!
Hidan made a noise like a kitten in pain, then covered his mouth with his hands! SHUT IT! Did the lady who was here before HEAR HIM?!
No.. but he smelled yummy food smells.. he peeked through the wheelbarrow and watched her, she came close to him.. DAMN YOU LADY!! She wouldn't touch him... he watched her set down a tray, obviously poisoned food. Hidan was smarter than that. He'd seen little Benny pass out after drinking water! He was so thirsty and then he was out cold! A bad man had carried his body away while Hidan stayed behind. He was never going to drink anything another person poured, not after..
But this lady might be different? The angel on his shoulder reasoned. Or it was the devil, he always got them confused but Hidan had heard a priest say everyone had an angel and a devil that spoke to them on each side of their left or right and the trick was to not listen to either the angel or the devil, lest one was lying. The priest was a bad man too so who knew if he was lying? The lady might be just looking out for him, she might be concerned for his safety! Hadn't she tried to give him them berries?
Hidan knew there was no angel and devil sitting on either side of him whispering, the real evil was in the soul of men, and he was finally free of THE BAD PLACE. He was going to get stronger, and fast, and he didn't need no hand outs from ladies who looked good and innocent on the outside but hurt little boys like him on the inside!!!
Hidan hadn't seen Little Benny again, and he knew he never would so long as he walked this earth. Just like he hadn't seen his Ma and Da ever again, or little Sammy or little Ema or Mio or Shota (poor Shota! they got him good!)
He chewed on his lower lip, the lady was walking away.. shucks. He really was stuck out here tonight. Well good! As soon as it got morning he was going to high tail it out of here. He was sure he seen an abandoned cottage somewhere on the way to here, he'd make for it come morning! He reckoned he could walk for 10 miles or more without stopping, if he just had a bite to eat. What was the old saying, fetch a horse to water.. or something! Hidan was grumpy and hungry and hurtin'!
Hidan waited for the lady to go in her big house and he listened for any introoders in the bushes, hiding. The night was so quiet so he figured he was alone. He peeked out through the wagon spaces and saw no one was there! Hidan was always good at listening for introoders, except that one time..
He hushed himself and gingerly made to move down the wagon. His ankle HURT! He gasped but managed to stifle his yelp this time. He just had to try the food he had to! Very carefully he shimmied off the wagon, landing with a THUD on his one foot. Which hurt now too. SHUCKS!
He gazed around. One bad thing about having his silvery white hair! In the moonlight everyone could see him a mile off! But the yard was empty he was sure of it. He took one lurch forward, then another, then another.. He was huffing and puffing by the time he reached the stump where the lady put all the yummy smelling food.. Hidan paused for a long time.. there was a trail of strawberries leading right up to the house. WAS THIS A TRAP?! SHE KNEW HE WAS RIGHT HERE THE WHOLE TIME? He picked up the basket of food and sniffed it. Ain't nothing smelled of poison, he knew the smell of poisoned food, food mixed with drugs to knock you out. He'd been around enough to know. Long time ago he was.. Hidan didn't want to think about that.
His tummy growled loudly, he was going to eat the food. He heaved the basket up and lurched back to the wagon, gasping as he walked. Sure enough he made it, and he placed the basket on the wagon and heaved himself up on it, pain shot up his leg BAD. But he was gonna be FINE. He scurried up the wagon and seated himself against the wall, shuffling the basket closer to him. He opened it suspiciously, sniffing the contents. Oh well if he died he died!! If the lady wanted to poison him and do things to his body that was his fate! But he took out a big block of cheese and it was wrapped, he hadn't had cheese in more days than he could count on his fingers! There was pie! Big juicy blueberries and he loved them blueberries! There was a spoon too with napkins and best of all-- Hidan gasped, a blanket! He set aside the water, as thirsty as he was he wasn't going to risk drinking the water.
Hidan held the block of cheese up in the air. He had a feast right here!
"This is for you Shota! Good old Shota! They got him good!"
He took a big bite of the cheese and it tasted of heaven. Of swift absolution. Of home.
Koen had been energetic all day and asked if they could leave to see the dogs as soon as he woke up.
He has to wait for the afternoon but as soon as he was walking with him he was basically pulling Tim down the street to the shelter
"come on! Come on, come on, come oooooooonnnnn"
@koen-k-maybe
"I'm coming, I'm coming", laughing Stray lets himself be dragged down the streets. It was cute how excited Koen was about his new pet, but it really wasn't a surprise. He himself had been the same every time his Mom had allowed him to get another cat.
He just really hoped that one of the dogs would be fitting for them, they could of course drive to one of the other shelters in town after this one, but still.
Eyes bright, smile fanged and laced with boyish charm, Avid holds his hand out--delicate as anything, he takes in the sight of his co-host, stunning in her attire for the evening. He himself feels under-dressed, almost, beside her--but he would feel that way no matter the occasion. Avid tilts his head, eyes bright behind the wolf mask he wears. The music begins to pick up, and Avid grins, sweeping Shelby into a simple waltz.
He may not be well-practiced, but he knows enough to get by. A few last minute lessons from some friends within the castle, and memories of nights where Elle tried to teach him to dance… yeah. It'll be enough, he's sure.
“You look really nice,” he says, softly, a little shyly, the tips of his ears slightly red, cheeks dusted pink from the blood he's had tonight, everything a little softer around the edges from the wine. “Thanks for doing all this with me.”