#cloudylaughter

[yayachitoka]

cloudylaughter replied to your post: D DD D DEA D BO DY?????? He’s not actually dead, he somehow broke open a wine bottle with his hard head.

"Are you sure?? That's not what I heard.....".

[hxlfraven-blog]

Soramaru honestly hadn't seen someone with wings yet, and he was awestruck. Hence when he accident blurted out "Wow, you are gorgeous." He covered his mouth, cheeks turning red before he smiled warmly. "Sorry, I mean it, though. You're really good looking."

           What was up with people and their unnerving compliments today? Sasa didn’t even know this guy! Besides, no one had ever said that to him. It was rather unusual, and a bit disturbing on his end. Face heated up as well, though a smile was not returned and he quickly shook his head. With a frantic wave of the both of his hands, the half-raven then covered the front of his face, shielding his view from the other. No thank you.

[cxntempt]

      Wanting to avoid everyone was proving to be more difficult than Albel had ever expected. What ever sort of experiment they were planning to use the people they had kidnapped here for aside from the linking, if there was more, couldn't possibly be as tedious as just being here in general. Having only one hand that was useful outside of combat aching so much only made this more tedious. He hadn't had a chance to eat since arriving here, and although he could still manage most things but attempting to cook something seemed practically out of the question.

      Luckily enough with all of the people swarming about the building it was easy enough to locate someone. Managing to get someone to do his bidding didn't seem like it would be all to difficult either.

      Just adjacent to him stood someone who appeared to be alone, which was enough of an invitation as any. Wearily he placed his hand on the man's shoulder to get his attention, and drew it back to his side immediately following the contact.

       ❝ You... find me something to eat. ❞ He didn't even begin to know where the kitchen was. Or.. how to cook. Or even if this person was capable of doing so, but he at least looked as though he could be of use, people with kind faces tended to be after all. Nevertheless, Albel decides to hold back on his usual insulting until he gets his way. ❝ I haven't eaten since coming here so I don't feel like waiting around for you to make something. An apple would be fine. ❞