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convenience store

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While it’s not abnormal to him that a weird abduction incident involving mad scientists would happen to him, Ness still felt dazed and confused. Part of the confusion was probably mostly because his attention wasn’t really there to listen to the scientist, and guilt accompanied the ever-growing feeling of being lost. Not good.

Trying to delay his panic, he scouts around for a nearby store. He needed to call home, quick. Convenience stores and of the like would have a payphone—and just like that, there it was. Sleek doors lined with absurd advertisements for products that wasn’t familiar with him. Not like he was interested. He dashed into the store, and scouted for a phone.

... But wait, what is that? At the corner of his eye, he spotted the magazine aisle. Colorful covers of varying subjects decorated the racks—but, what is that? He edged closer, looked around, slowly repeating the process for a couple inches towards the item of interest. What is the item of interest, you say? Well...

He traced his eyes on a light pink magazine, with a smiling, half-naked, girl on the cover. Ness swallowed. He wasn’t dense, and neither was he ignorant. He knew exactly what it was, it wasn’t anything new to a fifteen year old like him. Wait, was he even allowed to look at these? Stores back at home had age-restricted aisles, did he see one on his way here? No? He’s good, right? Adolescent curiosity flushed his slightly reddened cheeks.

Ness looked around, hoping he wasn’t looking suspicious. But alas, fate was not kind to him; a young man not much older than he was stood nearby him. Actually, the guy looks like he’s looking right at him. Ness quickly looks away. Damn it, this isn’t what I’m here for, he reminds himself. But why wasn’t he moving away?

[eyebrand-archive]

decimam

     “They do realize they’ve spelled ‘spooky’ wrong, yes?”

Musing aloud as she held up a Halloween ornament, one that clearly said the words ‘spoopy’ on it rather than ‘spooky’. Actually, there seemed to be a few decorations that had some form of misspelling of the word they were supposed to use.

[deltaofdeath-blog]

decimam replied to your post:// and Artina is officially dropped out of the...

// incredibly tempted to valvatorez but i can hardly keep up with araragi as it is, lol, and i like to have contrasting muses and val and araragi feel same-ish/dramatic //

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// It’s alright we all have our own things to do (just remember that I intend to be emizel forever haha. If you ever change your mind you’ll always at least have one castmate!)

[maledictisummis-blog]

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Something about the boy before him struck Kariya as rather... off. Not in the sense that others in the city, such as his erstwhile employers, did. But rather, it was closer to the feeling he got when he was near a Servant. Certainly, however, the boy didn’t appear to be such a being, which only begged the question of just who or what he truly was, and why such a feeling came to Kariya.

Of course, he would have to be tactful about it. After all, Kariya was in no position to be making enemies of anyone here.

「Excuse me, but I was just wondering if you would be able to show me where the nearest bookstore is. I’m in need of some new reading material, you see.」

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      A store without an owner-- now that’s a new one. When Kashuu had initially wandered into this place, he hadn’t been expecting for it to be practically empty aside from one other person. Not to mention that the register’s abandoned and the items aren’t being watched at all-- from what he can tell, there aren’t even any security cameras. It’s a good thing he knows better than to steal-- it’s against a whole ‘honor’ thing, you know?-- but if someone who didn’t happened to find this place.. Well, that’d be bad for whoever owned it.

      Whatever, though. It isn’t his problem. Besides, the items he did find weren’t even interesting enough for him to look at for long, and he takes that as his cue to leave. 

      Except.. when he reaches the door, it doesn’t want to come open. In fact, it’s locked-- unmistakably locked, and while most doors have a switch to unlock them from this side, he finds himself out of luck. Turning back around to face the only other person in the room, Kashuu places his hands on his hips, doing his best to seem as unamused as he can.

       ❝ Did you lock this door? ❞ Well, obviously not-- this guy doesn’t seem smart enough (from just his looks of course) to trap someone else and, besides, as far as Kashuu knows, he hasn’t even been on this side of the room.  ❝ How about.. like, unlocking it? ❞

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[decadentpose]

decimam said: please stop him from erasing memories/rewriting and trying to understand love again we dont need that

the scientists have already done this for us, rejoice... for now

[char]

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