#ininked

[firefightersoul]

@ininked​

“Eh, it’s not good enough?” Galo cocked his head to the side, his plain white t-shirt not really up to par with the rest of the restaurant. The host looked him up and down with minor disdain, explaining to him that they expected some sort of dress code.

Looking like a kicked puppy, he scratched the back of his head and pulled out his phone. “I mean last time, you just told me I had to wear a shirt, right?”

“I definitely don’t mind whatever I gotta wear, but maybe you could, uh,” he held out his phone, “Look up what you think I should wear? I mean, I hear your pizza is really really good! Amazing, even!” The host didn’t take the phone, instead walking away to deal with other customers. Scratching the back of his head again, he sighed.

“Maaaan...” Turning to the kid next to him, he offered a lopsided grin. “Upper Fib can be a pain sometimes, huh? But hey, you definitely look fancy enough!”

[isolaradiale]

placing a reserve for venti from genshin impact, if i may. my contact is sephiwoth on twitter. if i'm beaten to the reserve feel free to disregard my ask.

Reserved for you!

– mod maia

[festire]

     “Such a waste of money,  and on something like that.  I wouldn't consider myself stingy but I really must question these humans and what they deem necessities...”

         @ininked​​  —–  liked for a starter.

[vilnity]

@ininked​ // s.c.

||  █ ▌— vil blinks in surprise upon seeing azul ashengrotto here. it’s... not what he had expected, but it was a pleasant surprise. azul was someone that vil tends to find reliable, if one knows how to speak with him, and if he simply must be stranded in a strange city with one of his fellow dorm heads, there are worse options indeed.

moreover, there’s a certain comfort in seeing a familiar face, even if not one he knows particularly well. this could be a good time to amend that, perhaps. he’s always been somewhat curious about azul, as well as the others in octavinelle ( though he lacks the overt fascination of, say, rook; curiosity is simply that ).

❝ how unexpected, ❞ he says, folding his arms and giving him a curious look, eyebrows slightly raised. his tone is light and casual, words unhurried. ❝ how long have you been here, azul? you don’t look as ‘out of your element’ as i’m sure i do. ❞ 

[pelagaios]

⤜    starter    !!    *:･ﾟ✧    ╱    @ininked​

percy was, at the end of the day, not generally phased by what others might label as “strange”    —    how could he be    ?    not when his world was a hodgepodge of mysteries    &    magic    (    not when he grew up wandering the streets of new york city    ).    although, usually the sight before him would scream other things. aka: the immortal.    (    or, well, there’s the potential of a parent induced dress code he guessed. but that screamed old movies out of the early 1900s or something, right    ?    those silent black    &    white ones    ).    the demigod’s gaze locked onto the other    (    hopefully the same age. really he could not stress the “gods” thing enough    )   body with a tilt of the head. the pen twirled between fingers a contemplative habit hard to kick.

❝     don’t those things get like, I don’t know, uncomfortable    ?    after a while. I cannot imagine wandering around in a suit of all things. pretty sure that would be asking to get beat up or something if I had shown up to school or whatever in the same. then again pretty sure I would also rip the pants within  a day.       ❞     polite, percy. real polite.

[regemverum]

@ininked​ // starter.

Ardyn’s eyes, dark and narrowed, focus on the much younger man that sits across from him. His hands are clasped around the mug of coffee but he has not sipped it yet, he’s not really interested on the liquid inside. This place always made his drinks just a touch too sweet and he never quite finishes them. 

It doesn’t matter, he’s much more interested in what his newfound companion is saying -- how his mind works. Ardyn thinks this might be interesting, indeed.

“Well,” he says, and sits up a little straighter. “I think you’re lacking resources. I can tell that you’re a young man with a lot of potential. If only you had an avenue that you may pursue, perhaps that might allow you and your associates access to more willing customers.”

He considers his next words before he speaks, one finger tracing the top of the mug. “Tell me, Azul, if I may be so bold as to call you by your given name, if you had access to a lounge -- would you continue your business there, or are you perusing different options at present? I’m interested to see how you decide to advance your clearly lucrative business.”

[homunculusrune]

“Playing games, are we?”

Me? Absolutely. Utter tomfoolery. I may venture to say buffoonery if I may be so bold, sir.

That may well be laying it on thick but something about this guy puts his hackles up. Quietly, of course, since Prisoner is biologically incapable of doing most things loudly unless the environment helps.

A broad shrug, which is maybe not advisable since he is, in fact, visibly in the process of climbing a fence that is marked ‘no trespassing’. He nearly falls, but catches himself last-minute.

[stalwartsun]

          ❝ Interestin’ coins you got there, eh? ❞ multi-green peers over a few he can see, almost as if inspecting them, before arms cross over his chest. ❝ Not like the gil I know, nor anythin’ here that I’ve seen used as currency. Is it from your own realm? ❞

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