Already answered! But thank you for the ask either way~!
♦ - What is one thing about them that they are most proud of?
Hmm. Really, I’d say there’s not too much in himself that Tsukito’s proud of. He’s still struggling to grasp human emotion, and generally, doesn’t have much emotional attachment to anything, so he can’t entirely grasp what he should be proud of?
But as he’s developed with time, particularly with the other Gods back in his canon universe, I think there are a few things he’s proud of. Mainly, I think he learns to find a sense of pride in what he achieves, and what he learns. As he slowly grasps varying things, such as noting the feelings of others, or that he’s figured how to do something correctly, he feels a semblance of pride. Not that he can entirely place the feeling.
So, I’ve taken some time to order out my threads and such by making a Thread Tracker! It’s not the cleanist, but it basically:
Lists out all the characters I’m interacting with and their blog urls
Keeps track of how many threads I have going with those characters[I only have one each right now, but you never know so I did it]
Keeps track of how many words each of those threads is
Also keeps track of total word count in interaction with said character
Links to each thread for those who want to read
and keeps track of if I owe you or you owe me
So I’ve got everyone involved with me in the tags for this. If I missed you let me know! Also don’t be afraid to poke me if I’ve forgotten to update the tracker at least three days after one of us responds. That’s what it’s here for after all! It’s made moot if I forget to update it [and I’m very forgetful so it’s bound to happen]~ Please and thank you.
It’s under /Thread Tracker, and linked in my About as well!
Nobody takes kindly to being stripped of all their belongings, – Especially the ones who start out with nothing. Orphans? Easy. They’ll always be suspicious of you, just give them more they can call their own.
Convincing a man his marriage is in shambles to halt picking up his life,–take a pilgrimage instead?
It’s not your love life. It’s not about the people you care about, cargo you simply can’t afford to lose. --In this case, it’s strength.
It’s that, once you arrive, you feel sapped, and naked, treasoned, forsaken; –left by the curb to tend to your wounds and survive all by yourself.
But you grew up this way. That’s why, asking for help isn’t beyond you, but for the entirety of your stay – you won’t retain any help.
That’s why, he can hear you across the lobby, cursing like a sailor. You’re embarrassing yourself.
Wouldn’t have happened, if you hadn’t “held” the door for the lady newly engaged, – dressed up all nice to go out with her husband.
It’s not the first the lobby hears of you,
a whoop and holler defining the raunchy exchange, pausing all activities in the checkout desk. –When the revolving doors swish over a set of nails, to jam them there. –and they do.
for three splitting moments of flashing torture, your life, flickering finally sensation decides returns to that hand.
But you’re a man. Moments ago, when you wouldn’t have minded the whole lobby knowing your face, and name number, if you had one. –You’re turning out of the scene with alarming privacy, alarming security that you were there.
If they caught sight of your good side,
…maybe they’d let you back in.
“You don’t kiss your mother with that same mouth, do you?” He brushes off his shoulder, squeezing through the revolving entrance. A passage meant for one, not two.
He follows you out.
“Will I grant all your wishes? No.” Piling out into the street, snatching the man’s dress shirt and stomps on his shoe, and – stands on it.
“If you want to make that girl of interest an honest woman, you can’t be adulterating her.
He marches right along, illustrating what she wore around her neck and how much they would have payed with. “They probably have a code. Can you pay that kind of fare?”
“If you let me. We can go catch her now, and make her yours, not some other man’s.”
