#mtlmncr

[mcttainai]

" 'da' means yes, yu-jin. " pats shoulder gently.

“Oh! Hah, I get it now - ! Da!” 

[bombolear]

kiss meme kiss meme

|      𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐄  ?             /             accepting  !

there’s no doubt   she’s being a  handful.  it’s not as though she she ever isn’t —- indra is plenty of things, but one thing is for certain : whenever she’s around, one can always expect things to feel more lighthearted than they are, and they’ll never be bored.  why was she giving viktor such a hard time, today  ?   the chances that he’s actually  done  anything are quite  low ; unfortunately, in his case, indra has a habit of being  especially  difficult simply for the sake of being so. it’s not malicious, or even a conscious effort on her part — though she’d never admit it, maybe a small bit of her believes that if she can keep him busy, he’d work a little less. 

she’d learn her lesson at some point, but she was bull - headed.

❛  no, no no —  ❜  she deserves an award, with how serious she sounds.  ❛  you  can’t  be going back in there. i thought you were  stopping,  not taking a snack break !  do you  know  how long you’ve been — ❜ 

she’s interrupted by a kiss — lazy, indifferent to the fact that it’s cut off her heated  reproach.  of course, like the almost  foolishly  passionate woman she is, she drops the entire matter to return the token eagerly … and really, that’s more than enough to snatch victory from her grasp,  yet again.

he only lingers a moment before slipping back into his office without so much as a word, though she catches a slight  smirk  that hints this was a premeditated action. before she can utter another word, the door closes, and because he is a  smart man,  the lock clicks.

 ❛  — hey !  that was a  dirty trick,  vik  !  ❜

|            @mtlmncr  !

[bombolear]

mtlmncr replied to your post: “›Â  i am beautiful and i will kill you all.  ”:

" let me know when you succeed. "

❛  wanna give me a punch for good luck, iron giant ?  ❜

[ccontagion-blog]

@mtlmncr

  the man stopped in his tracks, eyes especially illuminated in the dark of the alley way. ahead, some sort of mugging, drug trade gone bad or something was happening with some sort of substance involved. it may be in the middle of an alleyway, but it was in broad daylight. no heroes had come scurrying.

          he had to get to work. he glanced at the watch at his wrist. “ i do not know who you are, but please, feel free. i am running late as it is. “ eyes fluttered behind him, immediately recognizing that whoever this was, they were not a hero. he stepped aside. “ oh. now i am not sure if you’re referencing the same drug they’re involving themselves with, or getting caught up in that fight. not to come off rude, but you do not strike me as a pro-hero.”

>> If the comment had been taken as such, Akari showed no sign of it. Besides, it wasn’t as if it could really say such assumptions didn’t have any merit; it looked like it was a slight gust of wind away from keeling over and dying right there on the spot, not particularly aided by the sight of the muscles of it’s left arm splitting, shifting and re-weaving itself into a more weaponized structure of tendon and bone. Though that part looked less sickly, and simply more painful.

“Yeah, I’m not really big on the costumes. I’m licensed though, promise.” It’s response was cheeky, doubled down by the grin that had formed on it’s features. “Akari Kurokou, the... ah, shit, what do they call me? Doesn’t matter, this shouldn’t take more than a minute, but maybe watch my back in case something comes up?”

It didn’t really wait for a response, and instead jumped right into the thick of things, eager to begin.