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[Kyouka voice] Consider this: he deserves it.

"Consider this, you're wrong and stinky-"

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The way the sun reflected upon her blond hair was nearly blinding, the glow around her almost resembling a halo if one looked at her at the right angle. Her eyes appeared to subtly change color, from blue to green, appearing initially to be a trick of the light. Her clothing was the most striking thing about her, adorable && fashionable in every sense of the word. Some of what she wore was even familiar, from the same designer that made some of their loved-themed outfits.

What was clear to Cupid && not to others though was her species. She looked human in every way, but she was too perfect, to precise in the way she moved. Spring breakers suddenly seemed to smile wider, dance harder when they passed her by. The same way in someone near them may be compelled to suddenly tell their friends how much they cared. An influence that they could not control.

❝ You here for break? ❞ She wasn't, they knew that much, but what better place to play with mortals than a beach full of drunks college students. Cupid stopped at the edge of the water, scanning the horizon for a fin peeking up underneath the waves, ❝ Hey, you haven't seen any dolphins around, have you? I'm looking for my friend. ❞

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@heartbloomd replied to your post “Ezell has appeared! What to do? Brush...”:

Pyrrha will downgrade "cuddle" to "fist bump" or "high five".

"Ah!"

...oh! Pyrrha was just-- alright. Ezell, upon steadying himself and saving his absconding breath, returns the gesture. A bumping of fists.

"For a moment I was thinking you were going to punch me."

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@heartbloomd asked: SALVAGE :  for one muse to retrieve the other’s belongings from a thief. (Fane to Alexa!)

a comprehensive list of scenarios

"Oh my-! You really got it?? I can't believe you would put yourself in harm's way like that! Oh, thank you so much!" The woman was so moved by the other's act of heroism that she already found herself in tears.

"I have to...Oh, I just have to get you back. Is there anything I could do? Oh, I know! Do you eat pastries?? I could offer you whatever you'd like from my shop, on the house too. It's just down the street too! Gosh, I'm just so grateful that anyone would step in and help me..."

[frost-eyed-autumn]

@heartbloomd sent: ❛  do you believe in ghosts?  ❜ (From Kyouka!)

"Can't really say that I do."

When it came to matters of either faith or the supernatural, Chuuya found himself to be rather skeptical. Of course, at one point in his life, he had believed in Gods as a matter of course. It had been rather difficult, once upon a time (a time before he knew what Singularities were), not to believe after what Arahabaki had done.

Older, wiser, and more experienced, everything 'ghostly' or 'godly' he'd ever encountered had a simple enough explanation behind it.

"Every time I've come across 'ghosts', they were always just a product of someone's Ability. What about you?"

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⚜ Starter for @heartbloomd for Pyrrha

The compliment comes as such a surprise that it takes Blythe a bit to realize it was for her. Beautiful? Her? No. Surely not. But as emerald eyes dart about, trying to find the intended recipient of the compliment, she realizes the two were alone... Face flushing, she shakes her head in denial. Disbelief. But the stranger was staring directly at her, and Blythe tries to stare back, but is too shy.

Averting eye contact, she finally breaks the awkward silence.

"Th- th- thank you. B- but I- I think y- you're m- much more b- beautiful." It was true. This young woman looked fashionable and put together, while Blythe was, for lack of a better word, scruffy. Ill fitting clothes and ragged backpack made her look frumpy, but she had some good features with her face, eyes and bright hair. Clutching her trusty black notebook to her chest for support, she finally meets the stranger's gaze. "I- I- I'm B- Blythe. I- I- It's nice to meet you."

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The members of the mafia Kyusaku knew about where small. But when they had been shown pictures of the members of the Detective Agency, they had been told about her. Izumi Kyouka. How she formerly worked in the mafia but defected- just like Dazai. Kyusaku is in the same boat now too, but they don’t know what she would do to them. Would she tell Dazai? Would she overlook them? Would she kill them for what they did to Yokohama? What the guild tortured them into doing. Fingers curl tight into their doll, afraid, but what is shown on their face is a plastered on smile.

Kyusaku wishes Kitamura would hurry up with whatever he was doing inside the store. Now they regret throwing a fit about being allowed to sit outside because shopping was boring when it didn’t involve Haruki and toys.

“Are you afraid I’m going to curse someone? Remember, you can’t be mean and try to kill me or I’ll curse you and then you’ll be the one killing everyone~” A giggle that sounds innocent but wasn’t. It had a ring of fear. If she tried something… they’d run to Kitamura.

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@pastelbloomd: "Get some rest. If you haven't got your health, then you haven't got anything." (Inari to Niimi!)

This fox reminds the child of Shirohebi. The air of divinity, or something- a kami. The second kami Niimi has ever met in his whole life, despite being a fox youkai. And it's just his luck they had to call him out on being sick!! It has the boy huff a little, arms crossed over his chest while Gon whines at him.

"I can't stay here, Nii-chan gets all grouchy and dramatic if I'm late getting home!" A flick of the tail as ears rest flat against his head. Jono was going to worry regardless because Niimi snuck out before his fever had fully gone away.