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Noire had taken Entiral’s advice and purchased a cell phone.  Of course, she had no idea how to use it.  After playing around with it at the store, she at least convinced the cashier to show her how add contact and make calls.  So his number was the only one that she possessed, but it’s not like she understood how to even use basic function on it anyhow.  After leaving the store she left him a rather cryptic and nervous message asking if he’d been willing to meet her at a nearby café to explain how to use this so called ‘smart phone’.

It was embarrassing, to say the least, that she couldn’t figure it out herself.  Entrial seemed nice enough to forgive her for any stupid mistakes she’d end up making regarding her phone.  Noire sat herself near the entrance, sipping on a cup of tea she’d ordered earlier.  With her phone laid on in front of her, she gave it a hard stare.  So far she’d managed to open up her calendar, but hadn’t been able to figure out how to add items to it.  She’d also figured out how to use the calculator, although that was an entirely different issue.  Her head shot up as the bell rang, signaling someone had entered.

“O-Oh, hello Entiral.  Sorry to bother you over such a stupid request but...”  She slid the phone towards him.  “There’s far too many menus for me to navigate.”

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@demonistict "I sense something... interesting about you."

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Send Me A ☣ If You Want The Muse To Talk About The Mun.

“Did you know he’s dating another mun here? Haha, teenagers are so weird!”

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YOLO: you only love onii-chan. no one else || morgiana & entiral

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          Morgiana huffed, readjusting her tote as she knocked on Entiral’s door with a small smile. She had not seen her brotherly figure in a long while, so for her to be invited over for a sleepover was a big deal to her. 

                        She hoped she would have some s’mores that night.

            Realizing the door had opened and she had been invited inside, she stepped in, taking off her shoes and bending down to slip on some of her socks instead. She liked the feeling of the floorboards underneath her feet, so she would take her shoes off whenever she went inside a house.

                       She was weird like that.

          Turning towards her brotherly figure, she gave a beaming grin, asking politely, “How have you been, En-nii?”

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"Your hair is fuzzy fluff. I'm envious."

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Soma definitely isn’t a psychic, but he has this extreme sensitivity thanks to his half-Aragami nature. That’s why he almost took out his God Arc from its suitcase when he crossed path with a not-so ordinary passerby during the rush hour.

‘Could he be an aragami too? Then it’s very likely he has something to do with me being here.’ he pondered. Soma contemplated on apprehending the person and probably obtaining a lead on his sudden dimensional-jump. If he was really an Aragami, then the God Arc in his suitcase could finally be put to use.

After much consideration, Soma opted on siding with his intuition and pursue the person. Fortunately he was not far off so he manage to catch up in no time. “Hey.” he gripped the stranger’s shoulder with one hand and the suitcase’s lock on the other, his inhuman instinct beginning to take control.

“You’re not human. What are you?”

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gernando || entiral & cynthia

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Cynthia really needed to get a job.  It was something that occured to her when she realized she had almost no money.  Not only that, but she was starting to get bored of wandering town with nothing to do.  So here she was, job hunting.  The bustling streets and crowds of people normally didn’t bother people, but today she was rather lethargic from bouncing from interview to interview.

She walked much slower than the rest of the pack and was jostled back and forth along the sidewalk.  Everyone was in such a hurry, surely they didn’t all need to get wherever they were going that quickly.  Cynthia was quickly growing tired of being smacked around and decided to park herself on a bench outside one of the shops.  Maybe the sidewalk would clear up a bit after a few minutes.

People watching was a hobby of hers.  Across the seat there was a lecherous old man looking down his waitresses shirt every time she bent over the table.  Across from him was his wife, who clearly noticed but didn’t seem to care enough to do anything about it.  A few feet away from him a little boy was picking popcorn off the ground and eating it, his mother was chattingon her cellphone not paying him any attention.

A few feet in the opposite direction a rather distracted looking male was being pushed around just as badly as she had been earlier.  His wallet dropped out of his pocket and bounced on the ground.  He didn’t seem to notice and continued his way down the street.  Cynthia stood up and quickly snagged his wallet off the ground and chased him down, making a rather futile attempted to weave in and out of the crowd.

“Excuse me!”

She finally caught up to him.  Normally a run like that wouldn’t bother her in the slightest, but she was exhausted from pretending to be a Grade A citizen all day.  “You dropped this.”