#memoryextrction

[stormslullaby]

@memoryextrction

Holds his hand out to Arthur. Pspsps, come here.

[crowtongued]

@memoryextrction sent: "You don't say much, do you?" - ranpo

"Not unless something needs saying. Admittedly I've never been one for meaningless small talk."

[jinseiborn]

@memoryextrction via [ x ] - for Akutagawa!

中島 敦__Familiarity notwithstanding, certain compatibilities aside, any trust he was begrudgingly accustomed to paled in comparison to the trouble that was far more constant every time this guy was anywhere near him.

"Do you... have to be here too? ...maybe we can pretend not to see each other?"

Both inquiries sounded a little too hopeful that the proximity was some sort of dire mistake. __

[electricea-arc]

​@memoryextrction sent - ❝ it’s starting to rain… ❞ - sumire ( Autumn / Halloween Sentence Starters - Accepting! )

"...Ah,"

Raising up a hand, he found it quickly dotted with light raindrops landing on it - not quite a downpour, more of a trickle at the moment.

"We should probably hustle - in case it goes from zero to a hundred real quick with this rain,"

[elencholic]

Night has brought true silence to the citadel, and Suigetsu has long since set aside the recounting of sorties to instead focus on the preservation of butterflies. Before her lies a cabbage white, it's spectacular, white wings pressed into place by thin wax paper, pinned into place. With a needle in hand, fingers work slowly, carefully, meticulously, re-hydrating the abdomen with a watchful eye. One rush of liquid, and the body would be ruined... it's a delicate act that she found therapeutic, the art form requiring a type of focus that she found enriching to indulge in.

Selecting a pair of tweezers, the fine metal slips beneath brown paper, finding just the right angle in which to hold a wing. Measured motions begin as she starts to align the insect's wings into a more pleasing position, adjusting needles as she works. A soft breeze wafts in from parted sliding doors, the rich, ruby red interior likely appearing as a haven from the white of winter just beyond the threshold.

Just as she finds herself about to continue adjusting, there's a creak of wood — and slowly, lifting her gaze, a strange figure comes into view... looking notably confused. In her mind, she's almost certain she's aware of the predicament the one before her finds themselves in, but she doesn't speak too confidently yet. Perhaps they have a story to tell.

" ... You are lost, I presume. Might I be of service? As... you're in my citadel, of course. " She awaits a response with a polite, yet hollow, smile.

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[whlteflag]

that feeling when your second in command is trying to eat paper. he expected this from chuuya but not lippmann.

[starsburned-a2]

. . . a h.

"well that's certainly something!" and information he wishes he could've lived without. "thank you for telling me."

[staraze]

" IF IT ISN'T EXACTLY WHO I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR. " black heels tap against the tile flooring of the quieter-than-normal detective's agency. ( her large duffel bag in tow behind her, despite the mysterious metallic rattling, thrown over her shoulder like it weighs little to none. ) a hand on the desk to effectively box him in, because she knows him well. " i have errands to run, and both kunikida and atsushi are conveniently off today ⸻ that leaves you to go with me. "

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