#myshrinesong

[crimson-vigilante]

Four just stepped into the wrong neighborhood.

sato-rasshu

blackest-depths

kawaiidollhouse

my-shrine-song

"..."

Well-covered in scrapes and bruises, Retsu is not particularly keen on dealing with anyone at the moment. But there they are, some randos passing by. Perhaps if she says nothing she won't be noticed.

[gs-aggressive-destruction]

Draw me~ :)

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[corhero]

I want the K!

4: Forehead Kiss

Ichigo exhaled in relief, glad that it was something not as intimate as the other possibilities were. Hell he kissed his little sisters on the forehead when they were younger, so this should be easy. Ichigo went up the the girl sheepishly and pressed his lips against her forehead.

"Uh— You have a very kind heart, Nana-berry, and am glad to have met you."

[dragxnbxy]

Brunette locks danced as she shook her head and sipped at her own tea. She was trying her best to be ladylike, it most definitely wasn't like her. "Well that's a problem! If I had any say in the situation I'd make sure that you'd be at the top of the list of best employees here!" Maybe she'd find a way to get him a bit more money in his pocket.

♋—; Opportunity. It was wet upon his parched lips, and prickling the tips of his flawless fingers as they clutched the warmed porcelain that much tighter. Haku had never been one to pass up opportunity, even amidst danger…but not this time. This time, he wouldn’t take advantage…especially not for money. “…You’re kind.” He murmured, sealing his lips against the cup so that the line between his pallid lips and the fragile china was indiscernible, taking a soothing sip with a quiet exhale before continuing. “…But I assure you, I’m treated at least a rung above the other workers.” Not a high-rung, one should mind…but at the very least, he had a private room, whether or not it was luxurious.

[dragxnbxy]

A slight head tilt before she simply smiled and offered him a cup. "It's nice to relax every now and again, I have a feeling the bath house is probably the most hectic of places to work."

♋—; For perhaps the first time since their initial meeting, those deadened, doll-like emeralds encrusted within the spirit’s skull softened imperceptibly, his tone following suit as he clasped the china-cup between his china-fingers carefully. “…You would be right, My Lady.” He answered calmly, admiring the color and aroma of the drink, taking a seat on his pale knees. “It’s quite a bit of work for a barely decent  pay…if I may be so bold.”

[dragxnbxy]

A person of higher value? Oh no! All I need is a good friend~ And just Nanami is alright, 'Your Grace' makes me feel...Well, I don't know, it makes me feel strange.

♋—; Neglecting her desire for equality, the boy bowed in reverence with a softened tone, feeling honored. “…As you wish, Lady Nanami. I’m honored to be called such a thing.” And his Mistress would certainly be thrilled as well, and no doubt order him to drain every cent that he could from this woman for her fondness for him…which, of course, he would not do.

[dragxnbxy]

Would you like some tea? I made a fresh batch!

♋—; “…A cup of tea…actually sounds nice.” He murmured softly, grateful for the offer this evening. “You’re very kind, Your Grace. Surely you’d prefer a person of greater value to join you?”