#hithroned

[jousui]

         “sorry —— i didn’t come here to play.” / @hithroned

[jousui]

“ jin, before you say anything, hear me out. ” - kei

            “i’m listening.” it’s not as though there’s any real need. surprises are wasted on him ... but he would oblige; albeit not without making his opposition clear enough in advance. “—but the answer will be no. even if it’s you.”

[jousui]

“ i give it time but it never seems to end ” masa @ yaichi teehee

         “such fretfulness doesn’t suit you, … masa.” oh, although it does; being distraught had come as natural as breathing to this man for the longest of times — although, more recently, it may be more fitting to describe the other’s state as one of focused concern. ( and as reliable as this new side of his was … it was also rather unfun ). he takes a long drag from his flat-headed pipe, then makes it sway up and down ever so lightly between two fingers, much like it is meant as a treat which he is pondering to share. “care for a breather … ? perhaps it’ll help soothe your nerves.”  … the truth is that although masa may sometimes be ill at ease, he has never been impatient, and the thought of this gentle man’s restraints finding their limits was about as uncomfortable as the conversation that’d been looming in the wait. again, unfun, albeit in a slightly different sense.

          —— why, he must be well aware at this point that the samurai’s source of vague distress is no other than himself; that knowledge alone seems to do little to incite some well-placed consideration on his part, however. once again, he hadn’t told his watchful guard what they’d come here for ( because once again, he’d deemed it better that way ). he is a creature of habit in the end, and to place comfort before reason had always been quite practical. “all things end in their due time,” he then adds quietly, voice turning hushed while staying crystal clear all the same as their clients’ footsteps draw closer. 

                 it’s not a promise; though he knows well that it should have been.

[jousui]

puts a pocky in his mouth and STARES at him . winks !

        he moves in swift and easy, lips showing little regard for the treat as they brush past the other’s cheek without so much as attempting a nibble ( or planting a kiss ), stopping only at his ear where they may or may not linger just long enough to call him a ‘cheapskate’ in a criminally smooth tone —                                                                     — all the while his hand reaches for the entire pocky PACKAGE an arm-length lower, SEIZES it, ... kidnaps it ... and turns away, with a wink of his own, quick steps carrying him away as fast as he’d come.

[jousui]

starts carefully stacking rice crackers on top of each other. by jin.

         proceeds to carefully remove the upmost rice cracker of the stack and sneaks it into his mouth; effectively causing the tower to remain the same size despite the other’s efforts.

[jousui]

“ don’t think i didn’t notice ” adashino @ ginko !

       “ah hah ... what, this ... ?” looks like he’s been had — though admittedly, it’d only been a matter of time given that his left hand was almost entirely out of order and covered in gruesome, dark spots from fingertips to elbow. ( wearing gloves seemed to have worked against his favor — the other had been curious about them ever since he’d arrived ). “don’t worry about it. it’ll probably go away on its own once it’s gotten tired of my company.”

[jousui]

“ i heard you down the hall ” masa @ yaichi !

       “ah ...” his features remained unperturbed, betraying nothing of his thoughts ( or the surprise he should be feeling at encountering the man he’d told to go pass some time at the market stalls across the street some mere three steps away from this building’s entrance ). “could it be you got bored with the commotion out there, masa?” ( or perhaps plain got more interested in the ruckus in here? ) he passes by the other with quick, yet unrushed steps; gaze set ahead when he adds: “we should leave then. it’s not going to get any better.”

[fremdesmaedchen-archive]

( starter call: @hithroned​ ) ✮ nothing but admiration

Tsuki was concentrating on the mock battle in front of her, scribbling notes down. Talented people could wing it, but people like her? ( not exactly. ) She sighed, scratching the back of her head. ( so much she’d need to improve on, right? ) It didn’t help that her greatest goal was literally the number one. When she was done watching Tsuki got up and turned on her heels, skipping ahead without looking where she was going.

The girl stumbled backwards when she felt a push from the front. Hands automatically lifted to touch the other’s chest. “I-I’m so so so sorry!” The girl let go when she looked up, freezing in place. ( uh why ?? what was he even doing here ?? how embarrassing. )