#heartheft

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“Why--hello there, stranger. You seem a little lost.” Joshua was sitting perfectly primly on his perch. One leg was crossed over the other and he was playing with a few strands of ashen blond hair. “Any way I could be of service?”

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@heartheft - continued from here!

Wait, Akira actually agreed to go and eat sushi for once? He wholeheartedly expected the usual dismissive responses he’d receive from both him and Sojiro whenever he normally asked. That sole question on his part may have just made the smaller male’s night! While he knows it’s only going to be conveyor belt sushi Morgana can’t help the excited grin that burst onto his face, because any sushi is good sushi to him!

“Is it ever! Thanks Akira!” His energy renewed Morgana practically leaped out of the bar stool next to his guardian and bound straight over to the cafe door, only turning back to beckon the other over with a quick wave of his hand. “Come on, come on! I’m starving!”

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"I've found that the safest space is a warm glow."

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Sae was tired. It was the sole feeling pervading her mind as she pushed into the entrance of Leblanc, finding even the soft tinkling of the entrance’s bells to be another thing grating on her nerves. The prosecutor had retreated from the courthouse to avoid showing such negative attitude to her coworkers, but the rest of the world was fair game. Out of habit she made a beeline for the middlemost seat at the cafe’s counter, her bag unceremoniously dropped into the seat beside her. 

Letting out a low, fatigued sigh, she flicked her eyes up towards... the part-timer, was it? It seems he’s been trained up enough to watch the cafe himself, since the last time she was here. “I’d like an espresso. I trust you’re capable of that?” 

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Dreaming? Real? Akira isn't sure anymore as he stares across the bed at the smirking figure. That oh, so familiar curve of the lips and eyes shielded behind a mask he himself had worn so many times before. Just last night infact, (or so he assumes. Hard to tell in this blue cell)before a crushing blow from a shadow knocked him unconcious and ended him up here in the velvet room.

Perhaps it was a side-effect? It's hard to rationalize with his mind still so hazy so he sucks in a breath before he opens his mouth to speak, calming his nerves somewhat as he does.

"..What are you?" Not so much a question of who, as he's sure he already knows the answer he'll get.

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In a burst of color, a winged figure emerges, a flutter, a scowl. Rebellion rolls off of him in waves, an uncertain unbalanced sanity. The figure leans back, an impatient tap of his feet like he’s counting the time, each second - tick tock, tick tock. Finally he speaks -

❛  — I am thou, NOT! What are you doing you doing you digit? Subtracting from my time? ❜ 

[loppye]

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✧ ┋ sound asleep, yet haunted with fright.

loppy was curled up on the couch, muttering incoherently as he was plighted with nightmares. this was not the first that something like this had happen... ever since that fateful day, where he completely lost everything of who he once was, nothing has been alright for him-- not even his only escape of reality.