#kleinstar 05

[darkenforcer]

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"why, sir eiden, fancy meeting you here," quite the elegant greeting coming from yuri, as if the rascal isn't weighing his friend down with an arm slung across his shoulders. spick and span as his duds are today, he's behaving as laid-back as ever.

yet that only covers up his actual concern. eiden's been... distant; some light prying's on yuri's to-do list -- once the other man's ready -- but first...!

"care to accompany me for a round of, uh... what was it? croquet?" then a much-needed, regularly-phrased disclaimer, "i only remember the damn name 'cause it looks like croquette... never exactly been in the know when it comes to bougie sports."

[hanabisays]

@kleinstar

"Can you stop looking at me like that?" Kugisaki turns to look at him. Even when she was looking the other way, she could feel the look of concern in his eyes. His entire vibe upon him entering the hospital room screamed concerned and worried. Kugisaki sighs and shrugs at his flurry of questions. Time to answer them all,

"It still hurts, but my pain tolerance is pretty great." Not the flex she thinks it is, "but the doctors said it'd take a bit for it to heal and even after, I'll still have some scarring. It's whatever though."

[daxned]

@kleinstar​

“LEAVE ME.”

The words come out in a shrieking hiss almost like. The tendrils that has no abilities to do anything only dances and creeps along the sides of her face. It looks like she’s been going through a lot of pain. Flowers sprouts across her back and on her knee caps where she’s seated on. Pupils are slit into cat-like as they glare threateningly at Eiden. 

She does not need an audience. 

[penitentbeggar]

@kleinstar​

“What are you wearing?” 

When Zhang San received the text from Eiden to meet him in Golden Ward, he expected a simple date. Of course, he left Eiden on read, rather than inquiring further. He still hasn’t learned texting etiquette yet. He looks over Eiden, noticing the feline ears and tail that he has seen briefly in his amblings across town. 

“Please do not tell me we are going to ring doorbells. I rather not interact with strangers if I don’t have too.”

Of course, he’s not wearing anything different. The same ebony attire from top to bottom with well worn boots. He has yet to desire any new clothes in his wardrobe since his arrival.