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[spiritkindled]

"Why do I feel like people are talking about me?”

[snake-oiled-chief]

@mirkc​ started following you

    Chief Tokage was never a patient man. In his line of work one would think he had to be but now? He just wanted some damn coffee as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. Sirens blasted outside the station window but he could care less as he stared at the Hero report on his desk then to it’s owner who was sitting proud on the opposite side of it.

“You broke his jaw Mirko. Not to mention the multiple fractured ribs..." The Chief grumbled in a tired deadpan.  “The Villain you took down isn’t going to jail. He’s going to the hospital.” He half scolded, too tired to really put any bite in his words. “What did I tell you about using unnecessary force, Rumi. We’ve been over this. Ugh, the paperwork...” Well he wasn’t going home anytime soon.

[iobartach]

@mirkc // one-liner thing

"Do you wanna put up a fight?" Stern words are shouted behind clenched fists, limbs moving to acquire a defensive stance; defiant action taken in the face of a boisterous crowd, turned riotous by a mutual loathing of heroes. "Or do you wanna get out alive?"

[sensesdialed]

@mirkc asked: ❝ quiet type, eh? ❞ // resident evil 4 remake starters

"WHAT? No— wow, that might be the first time anyone's ever said that!" If there's one way to tell if something's off, it's if Peter is coming off as quiet— ever since he started doing this, he's gotten comments on how talkative he is, in AND out of battle. Nothing is seriously wrong— at least, he doesn't think so, he's just... he's been off his game today. Lost in his thoughts, mostly, he forgot how noticeable that is coming from someone like him. "I was just... trying something new, you know? I mean, I've gotten 'you talk too much's from pretty much everyone I've ever fought with, wanted to see how the other side felt, you know?" He's clearly lying, it wasn't intentional at all. "I think I prefer the whole talkative Spider-Man shtick, though. Feels more natural. And someone's gotta tell these villains how terrible some of their color combos are."

[ericense]

@mirkc sent in ;; " Hey there, lil' kitten- What'cha drawin'??? "

Eri truthfully wasn’t anticipating Mirko to express any interest in her drawings. Not that she thought unkindly of her, of course, on the contrary she thought highly of Mirko, she was really cool, but Eri’s merely passing time in the background of some business… thing, so she’d believed her to be too busy to pay her any mind.

It’s surely a nice surprise, then, that the Rabbit Hero’s curious about her art. Eri looks down to the paper as if to inspect her own drawing and, huh, would you look at that. She’s drawn some rabbits. It must’ve been Mirko’s ears, she thinks, they were very inspiring.

“Um.” Should she be embarrassed? Perhaps, Eri’s certainly feeling a little shy as she flips the paper around for Mirko to see better. “It’s… bunnies.”

[ahsterism]

@mirkc asked: [ 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐋 ] @ fuyumi obvs , but listen what it's a hero party thing and her dad brought her along and rumi found her standing by a table and now is flirting with her how about that - // the five senses

[ 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐋 ] ― sender greets receiver in formal partywear ( feel free to add detail )

IT'S THE KIND OF SCENE that Fuyumi couldn't feel further from, really— the closest she ever truly comes to lifestyles of the pro heroes lying within the recognition that others draw about her. She's experienced it a thousand times before by now: you're Endeavor's daughter, awkward smiles and nods before the initial shock fades and everyone realizes she is much closer to them in terms of heroics than her father and what he wanted from them. Fuyumi isn't like the other guests here. She's a teacher, she likes to cook, most of the battlefields she's seen have been on television.

It's only natural to feel out of place here, she supposes.

Fuyumi does her best to keep to herself, seizing the moment alone to stand at a table with a drink in hand, trying to navigate her way through the minefield that is the right way to interact with so many impressive heroes. The voice that pulled her from her thoughts, though, is... none other than Mirko, the Number Five hero, of COURSE Fuyumi recognizes her right away. "Ah... hello! You're... talking to me?"

The conversation throws her for a loop, at first— sure, she's had people in the past half hour since their arrival approach her, but it was always because of her proximity to her father, drawing in introductions from some and others who remember when they were all so little... Mirko makes her feel more at ease already. And, the more they do talk, the more like her heart is going to beat right out her chest...

"That's... too kind, really— you don't need to flatter me," She responds with warm laughter, almost hiding behind her drink as she takes a sip. "But thank you— you... um-" She looks gorgeous, Fuyumi had already noticed ( it would have felt too forward to say before, but it's almost like... is Mirko flirting with her? ). "You look stunning. You must have been to these kinds of events a thousand times before, huh? I'm... not so used to it, I'll admit that."

[tellnxlies]

@mirkc​  asked: "You're so good at listening, that's why you're my favorite."

Naomasa positively beamed at the compliment, though that may have also been the work of . . . who even knows how many drinks they’d downed between the two of them. It’d been an unexpected development to end up out, sliding into the bar with the hero after the case was done. Something something he needed to relax, and for once, the detective was in full agreement.

“What can I say? I try. ‘m not the most familiar with what you lot go through.” The same could be said for the reverse, and he knew that all to well. He wasn’t sure if most heroes knew the half of what went on behind the scenes of these investigations, and the absolute nightmare the logistics tended to be. “I just really can’t imagine being in the public eye so much!”

[kitsvnae]

[ SAVOR ]  // @mirkc

HIS TAIL SWISHES BACK AND forth as clawed hands busy themselves in her hair, partially to help get it away from her face and partially to scratch lightly at her scalp. staring at her down the bridge of their nose, sora is the opposite of shy when it comes to using it's voice when feeling rumi had deserved it; hissing in delight when her teeth had sunken into his skin, painting her mouth red.

the fox understands in an animalistic way, she's marking her territory. warding others away from him. he does understand the irony of a bunny of all beings marking him but there's no time to dwell on it as the blonde's mouth was back on his cock after licking the mess she had made. it's the first time sora's bothered to force her down more as the thought of his blood smeared on her face was far too intoxicating to ignore.