#f-umo

[ilbronco]

text: the company was for your benefit not his ! besides they’re his family now too he’s gonna have to get used to them whether he likes it or not 

text: sorry didn’t catch it was a date situation lol 

text: relax be yourself you’ll be fine !

text: seriously relax that guy senses fear like an animal 

@f-umo

[omgaoneko]

To: Goku-chan [ @f-umo]

[1/2] I’m back! (๑꧆◡꧆๑)

[2/2] Let’s meet for breakfast and catch up! ☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆

[pridefulshark]

Squalo wouldn't say that he missed Alo, he didn't treat his box animal like a pet, but Alo was part of him that had been missing and having her back felt like being whole again. The Great White soared through the battlefield on Rain Flames with Squalo on her back. It was the fastest way for him to travel, and his cell had been ringing enough for him to be annoyed.

He didn't have to show up, if the storm guardian was at all competent he shouldn't have to call. Squalo could have easily ignored the call (Which it must have seemed like he did because he pointedly hadn't answered.) and let the Neo Vongola's right-hand fend for himself. Like he should. But Hayato Gokudera was Vongola and he was a fighter, albeit annoying, and with the absence of the Varia those in the Vongola was all Squalo had. It was gross to think about it like that.

It hadn't been hard to find him when Alo knew who she was tracking, and once the boy was in sight Squalo jumped from the sharks back while she rushed into some incoming enemies with open jaws. Standing, Squalo flexed his prosthetic hand as he approached Gokudera with a sneer.

"VOOIII!! You better be dying brat!"

@f-umo

[gyuupyo]

“C’mere, I’ve got something for ya.” Sitting on the ground cross-legged to get on Lambo’s level, he put a heavy skull ring in his little hand. “Happy birthday little dude, keep that close, it’ll be important soon. More importantly, I haven’t taken you to see the actual amusement park yet, huh? I saved up a bit, so we can go whenever you want, just say the word.”

HAPPY LAMBORTH!!

upon the beckon his posture had seized, tiny shoulders hunching as he let a gurgle slip―gupi―and huge eyes peered back over a shoulder, easing only after he saw gokudera cross-legged on the ground, position unassuming with no furrowed brow. he shuffled forward on ginger eggshells, a cautious animal nosing out of its cage. but what gokudera had for him was no jab, no lecture about the ten-or-so gumdrops he had just crammed into his guilty cheeks. down the hatch they go, loud gulp before he answers, “what is it, ahodera?” the bits of candy in his teeth betrayed him at once, but he didn’t have to know that. his hand accepted (and plummeted with) the ring, glittering not unlike the one he remembered stashing in his sticky hair; and like that ring, too, it better suited him as a bracelet on his twiggy wrist.

“ohh, sparkly-shiny! shiny, shiny!” which rivaled the fascination in his eyes. “so you remembered, ahodera! this is a good offering for the great lambo-san’s birthday.” he nodded sagely, admiring the metal glint for some moments longer. then it followed suit with the rest of his possessions, wedged in his curly afro as good as superglue. “lambo’s gonna keep it in his hair! no takesies-backsies, okay?” he almost asked if this ring would bring gyuudon back, but opted out of it. something in him had already determined it wouldn’t be that easy, and while it hampered his spirits if left alone with the thought―he missed his friend dearly―lambo had to be a tolerant boy. more importantly, hayato offered something with plenty of immediate novelty.

“amusement park!” he let out a blissful cry, leaping up and down before throwing himself into gokudera’s lap. “lambo-san loves the amusement park!” he had only said it about a thousand times; what would another declaration hurt? and inhibitions broken, he peered up at gokudera with his widest grin. “gokudera has to take lambo soon so we can play on aaaall the rides! lambo-san will even hold your hand so you don’t get scared like a big chicken on the roller coaster.” lambo puffed out his chest, projection evident but unwilling to be called out on it. thoughts kited through his mind, memories they had shared in their years together; and although plenty of sour ones haunted him, lambo began to understand that there were more to appreciate.

today simply marked another. he fidgeted for a moment, twiddling his thumbs before a hand beckoned hayato to bend down―enough for lambo to cup a passage between his own mouth and gokudera’s ear. “psst, lambo-san is happy. mamma said he has to say thank you when someone is nice. no telling anyone else, but lambo says grazie to gokudera!” and flimsy as the sentiment may have sounded, he wore it with earnest certainty.

[auricdirge]

"I heard it was your birthday, and it's kind of a tradition--" Gokudera offered Giorno an expensive-looking bottle of white wine. "Ever had ice wine? It's pretty much what it sounds like, they let the grapes freeze on the vine before harvesting, and it ends up being some of the sweetest wine you can get. Thought maybe it'd suit you?"

          “I see. That’s why you asked what you did the other day.” Giorno doesn’t know why that didn’t cross his mind—maybe it’s because his birthday crept up on him or perhaps because he wasn’t expecting anything to come from the question or out of today for that matter. Receiving gifts is a new experience and one that takes him off guard each time it happens, regardless. Wine gifting apparently being part of some tradition makes it easier to process and accept, that and the wine looking so expensive that it’d be terribly rude to turn it down. “Thank you for taking my preferences into consideration. You should also be able to have some as well at the very least.”

[aneerietale]

His blatant staring and secretive smirking went unnoticed there for awhile, Nikkari had been studying Gokudera in silence until he’d been caught. Like a deer in headlights his mismatched gaze remains transfixed on his object of interest before blinking once and then perking up as if finally realising he’d been noticed.

“Aha, how strange. I know its hard to believe but I feel like I know you although I can’t figure out the how or why. Were you perhaps.. a client of mine?”

@f-umo

[revenantress-blog]

@f-umo

She’s prone to oddity. It’s not quite desperation that leads her to her next task, but a fit of frustration that leaves her so overwhelmed by its complexity that she has to try something, anything. While it was stated that the magic was gone, she still had her hopes. 

Capturing the firefly had been easy enough, the little bug snared in her hands. Her aspergilium as well, a piece of art carved from bone. Whether it was human or not, she could not remember. However, it was a good piece for testing on. Mumbling the verbal components, the firefly dances in her closed hand, only for nothing to happen when it’s, in fact, happened so many times before. The spell has never failed her, and for that, she feels somewhere between rage and despair. 

“Myrkhul save me.” She speaks that oath a bit louder,  releasing the firefly who dances above and winks mockingly at her. “This place is a mockery of my own ability.” There’s nothing she can do, no spell she can use to flourish her anger. The sword is there, but it’s useless. So, she speaks gently, carefully to the next person she says. 

“Pardon, but, do you have a blade you’d be willing to let me use for a moment?” 

[tokifausa]

f-umo liked your post “Want more interactions. none event starter call. cap at four , if you...”

It seems that there are more humans that come in everyday, however it...after the first few eclipse. It rarely bother him right now. For now he makes sure to serve tea in his new job, demeaning to someone who used to hold the rank of general. 

However when a normal youth comes in, he nearly breathes a sigh of relief. 

 “Welcome. How can I help you today.”

A tray in hand, he looks... a bit too old to be a waiter, but dignity must be suffered for money.