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[red-and-black-paladin]

killingxngel replied to your post “£ bringing them food "You've been training alone for an hour now....”

The young boy was surprised at the offer, his pale face turning slightly darker. "Um- A-Are you sure? I mean- I would love to, i-if that is okay."

Chuckles. “Yeah I’m sure, I’m not super hungry but I can eat.” Waves for the other to follow him as they sat down beside the entrance. “This looks good. Did Hunk make it?” 

[red-and-black-paladin]

❗

Your muse sees mine having a nightmare. Send me ‘❗’ to hear something my muse mutters in their sleep.

Rolling around restlessly Keith moaned softly, he wasn’t sleeping well and a nightmare made its way up. “Please don’t...” 

[stolideux]

‘Ahhh... plenty of hidden talents and look at this! An adventurer, looks like you have my work cut out for me kid. You would do well in either Ravenclaw or Gryffindor... Now where to put you? Ah! Better be--!’

He scrunched his nose for the umpth time as the sorting hat yell out another house name. It’s not like he didn’t like the sorting hat or anything, but he was glad that he was done with the sorting. Hogwarts is sure is a peculiar place, he thought to himself. Granted it was a medieval castle teeming with magicals hidden from the rest of the worlds plain sight it was still all very confusing for him. 

He shook his head to clear his wayward thoughts away and settled his eyes back on the elaborate feast laid out in front of him. Though despite all the delicious looking delicacies, he didn’t have the appetite for any of it at all. So he just played with his food idly was he impatiently waited for the sorting to finish. He just want to go to bed and prepare for the next day. Socializing can come later, sleep is much more important. 

He was so deep in thought that he hadn’t notice that someone had slid next to him on the table. His story grey eyes looked up and met the stranger’s face. His face flushed for the tiniest bit. Would it be rude of him to not engage the latter in a small conversation? Maybe, he wasn’t sure. Deciding that it wouldn’t hurt to try, he forced a small smile as he introduced himself .

            “Hello. I’m Ringo Petrova. Nice to meet you.” 

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[red-and-black-paladin]

"So like you and the other Paladins."

“Yes and.. no.. When I mean intimate you do things like kiss... Hold each other’s hands, sleep together and such.” Rubs the back of his neck really unsure how to explain this. 

[requiem-of-blades]

Doing stuff as soon as possible was the wisest option so Ava went to the rain squads living room retriving his laptop to make a report, yawning a few times and waving Sergey off who announced he would hit the hay. The Varia may be a crazy group with a lot of lunatics but even for the Varia themselves it was strange for people to be still up at around 3am. Unless of course you were shifted for night jobs. Which was a punishment.

Or you were Superbi Squalo and had long since given up the idea that sleep was a possibility, let alone a normal human function. When his average was barely cracking four hours of it on a good day, someone should probably just slip some sleeping pills into his damn tea at this point.

He noted the light from the squad room from the upper floor, tempted to give the younger shark a lecture but that’d just be hypocritical. He made his way downstairs anyways, keeping himself busy. He leaned outside the door, however. Despite being the captain he never really lingered anywhere the lower ranks frequented. Not out of a lack of respect, but he just didn’t care to mingle.

“Go the fuck to bed, Ava.” Well, he was lecturing anyways.

[requiem-of-blades]

"We're back!" That would've been a normal sentance to say when coming home, if he and Sergey wouldn't be covered in blood and their uniform having burn and scratch marks. A yawn escaped Avas mouth before he blinked. Report now or send his brother a text and do the report the next day?

Report now if you’re smart, Ava, considering he happened to be in the hall between his office and the shitty bosses after tossing a few mission reports of his own. 

He expected Ava to show up with injuries, at least, at this point he had long since given up trying to prevent his own shitty brand of recklessness and lack of self preservation from being passed to his younger brother.

[requiem-of-blades]

killingxngel said: “Sorry, it’s just… A thing I wonder about. I know what death is and it’s a common thing in pur lives, it’s something we encounter daily but-… what comes after that? How does it feel to slip away? Will we… go to hell?”

“Che, I don't bother putting thought into it. I live in this life right now, so why put any effort into the next one, if one even exists. If you’re worried about dying, then don’t.”

“I’ve had enough close calls to tell you that it doesn’t feel like anything at all. It’s too damn quiet for my liking. I have too much shit still to do anyways. So don't waste your time thinking about it either, Ava.”

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       “Daaaad!”

      The boy cried, holding onto the Foxy the Pirate plush tightly, while walking into a clearing.       There were lots of people. Lots of strangers. He was scared and everyone spoke in a       weird language. He didn’t understand a word. 

      “Dad!”

      He, Kentarou, tried to spot a familiar face, a familiar piece of clothing from somewhere,       but everything was foreign. Crouching down next to the big fountain in the middle of the       clearing he whimpered, pressing his face against the plush.