#haikxra

[kyberled-a]

"Want one?" She hasn't even given him time enough to answer before she's brandishing a lollipop in his general direction, bobbing it up and down. "they're strawberry."

He’s about to speak when she holds up the candy. The padawan blinks, studies the treat, then grins.

“Sure, I love strawberries.” As much as a Jedi can love anything. He accepts the lollipop with a cordial nod. “Thank you, miss, I appreciate it.”

[chronal-anomaly]

Olivia sits quietly, knees drawn up to her chest, looking at the woman with a kind of fascination, awe. She recognizes her. How could she not? She's grown up hearing of her and people like her, even in the wake of the Petras Act. "Does... does it hurt?" she finally asks, absently gesturing at the chronal accelerator.

Did it hurt. A question on the tongues of many, typically shrugged off with a shake of her head and a snort. It was enough; they’d have to deal with her ambiguity when it came to the accelerator. Lena was content to remain an open book about most, with the exception of her accident.And yet, Lena could not deny her the knowledge sought. “It did, for a bit.” A wild grin twitched her lips as she knelt beside the girl, propping her back against the wall. “It did. I got it because I was in a… really bad accident. It’s actually saving my life, as we speak! But the occasional ache and pain are okay with me if that means I stay in this time stream, y’know?”

[trickarrowd-a-blog]

➵ @haikxra​ started following you!

“Hey, you alright KID?” He asked, kneeling down to her level and raising a curious eyebrow.

[fromcbove-blog]

"I made hot chocolate." It's more whipped cream than actual beverage, but hey, thought that counts. Olivia sets the mug in Fareeha's hands and seats herself on the sofa beside her. "How was work?"

       Tired from work, the first thing Fareeha does upon entering her apartment was to settle onto the sofa with a heavy sigh, melting into its comforts, leather boots messily kicked off of her feet as she contemplated about what to do with her tired body---she could always just rest on the sofa after all. Perhaps even sleep there. 

       That is, until a white mug comes into her view, and with widened eyes she straightened her back, accepts it with a grateful smile to the young child only to chuckle at the beverage Olivia had concocted. ❝ Thank you very much, Olivia, ❞ she says nonetheless, because it really is the thought that counts and Fareeha knew better than to let down a child who had gone through the troubles to make her a drink. Besides, she loved whipped cream so it was still a win-win situation.

       Nose crinkling at the question, the Egyptian took a sip from it, ❝ tiresome. Dull. Nothing interesting enough happened so there isn’t much to share, sorry. How have you been, kiddo? ❞

[shikakv-blog]

"Ain't no thing like me, except me!"

“Isn’t that true for everyone, though?”

[brotherofoblation-blog]

Literally lifts him up. "Y'know I really thought you'd be a lot heavier. The automail and all." She's this close to referring to him as "dainty"

“WHATTHEHELLWHOTOLDYOUYOUHADPERMISSIONTOPICKMEUPILLHAVEYOUKNOWIMQUITEHEAVYANDMUSCULARYOUMUSTBESOMEKINDOFFREAKTOBEABLETOLIFTUPSOMEONEASBUFFASIAMNOWPUTMEDOWNRIGHTNOOOOOOOOW.”

[itsbidobitch-blog]

Invidia

@haikxra

“Obito...”

“Do you really think we’re going to find him? What if...what if something happened to him?”

It’s been two weeks since the attack on the Devil’s Nest crew by the state. Two whole weeks. 14 days. He didn’t know how many hours. Bido tried very hard not to count them all like he wanted. And the minutes. And the seconds. His anxiety was unrelenting. Just do what Mister Greed said, he kept reminding himself. Focus on what makes you happy. It was so hard though, because so much of what made him happy was dead or missing. 

“I’m sorry for asking. I don’t want to worry you too. I’ve been thinking about it alot. I just can’t get the thought out of my mind.”

[brotherofoblation-blog]

@haikxra

“Hey, you’re one of Greed’s aren’t you? I recognize you from the bar.”