#daxned 01

[darkenforcer]

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"hey, kid. had your fill of the loud crowd, too?" he isn't ready to call it quits himself -- not yet -- he just needed a quieter part of the garden to munch on these dainty lil' snacks. without all the annoying small talk getting in the way.

kids are fine, though; they're easier to manage than his pushier adult peers.

speaking of munching... he offers his plate up to the girl, piled to the brim with an assortment of finger food and patisseries-- a peace offering for letting him settle down beside her. "want anything? only gonna ask once before i go at it..."

[psychicwave]

@daxned

libraries really are the best-- they offer all the benefits of social interaction without the overwhelming city buzz! plus, silver likes to think they get along with bookish people fairly well... speaking from minimal experience.

"hey! hope you don't mind if i sit here," fresh novel in hand, they settle next to another patron around their age-- a girl. or, in other words, a potential new friend!

"you must like reading, too, huh?" duh, what kind of question is that? they quickly nod toward the book in her hands before the fumble can deter them (definitely not coming across as intense at all (maybe a tad)), "is it, uh, interesting?"

[conjuringink]

@daxned asked:

006, a swing set in an empty playground at night.

"It's a bit late to be out here by your lonesome, isn't it?"

Although he can imagine there would be some questions as to why he was passing through the park at this time. It was simply a shortcut back to his lodgings, because he'd already been out late enough, and his ever-so-vigilant Watchful Eye might grow a few more gray hairs at his young age if he just disappeared well into the night.

A child sitting on her own at the swingset with no guardian in sight is cause for concern, but Qifrey also understands that a strange adult approaching her is more than a little suspicious.

The paper bag from one of the late-night shops crinkles as he tucks it under his arm. He keeps a generous distance between them. In the dingy light of one of the lamps at the edge of the playground, he notes the vivid green of her eyes and wonders if the glow is just his imagination.

"Is your home nearby? Plenty of unsavory types lurk the streets this time of night. We wouldn't want you getting hurt."

[aforerime]

The ember broth whorled with the motion of the wooden spoon. Uraume stalked the contents with their eyes, observing the physical properties of each ingredient. The translucent onions shimmered under the warm firelight of the candles while the slick mushrooms gleamed whenever they dawned from the surface. Lastly, Uraume lowered the seaweed into the broth, completing the miso soup. The richness of the broth would be evident to all those familiar with the recipe, yet the taste uniquely differs from the modern broths as Uraume relied on ancient techniques to compliment the dish.

Uraume served the broth in a soup bowl, laid out thin slices of seared and braised beef upon a steaming, glistening bowl of white rice, and placed the bowls upon a serving tray to present to Dam-Bi. As Uraume entered Sukuna's bedroom, they stole a glance at the slumbering beast within the sunlit square by the window. They ensured to cook a plentiful amount to service everyone within the Hanok. However, Uraume knew better than to disturb their lord's peace for food. They lowered to their knees by the low table within Sukuna's room. With the mannerisms of a servant, Uraume presented the food tray to Dam-bi.

❝Enjoy your meal,❞ they spoke calmly and hummed with an inquisitive undertone, ❝and judge the textures and flavors to the best of your ability. Only through trial and error will I be able to determine your palate.❞

@daxned continued from here

[cerebralbleu]

@daxned

One's stature and appearance did not define their efficiency in completing a job. Legato understood this. It had been his duty to employ people from all walks of life in his previous setting, and even now he had a variety of life forms who occupied Stigmata.

With that in mind, he was still quite surprised to see that the person he had hired to take care of a disturbance looked almost like a child that had crawled out of the pages of a haunting ghost story. Legato's eyes settle on the masked assassin whom he had invited into the studio after hours.

" Samjok-O, that is what they call you? " He inquires in a hushed voice, bending just enough to indicate his curiosity.

" You arrived quickly. Come, have a seat. "

[hopescrest]

@daxned

The woods around here certainly were... interesting. The fog clinging to the trees reminded him of when he first arrived into the Digital World. But this wasn't the Digital World. It was some other one. At least this place seemed full of people.

Speaking of other people, is that another kid his age also taking a hike through the woods?

"Hello! The forest is lovely, isn't it?" Patamon chirps, waving one of its pudgy little limbs at the girl. Takeru also waves hello, with the arm that's not carrying his partner.