#interview with the vampire#iwtv#amc tvl#sam reid#jacob anderson
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🔖 @nevertem asked: He smiled as he leaned down a bit to speak to the high schooler. "How are you doing today?"
🧸 Kagome was heading home before the cold gets to her body again making her weak, the female blinked to see someone she knew "Oh, hello" she said in a soft tone as the thin cold air was hard for her to talk.
"But I can do it even to this day."
Yuugi hesitated for a moment before answering.
"Thank you, but, I'm not hungry. You can go ahead."
@nevertem
@nevertem asked:
"You remind me of someone I know."
She's heard this phrase a few times over the years, on the odd occasion she's come across a reincarnation of an old friend, and her usual response is to smile indulgently, redrect with a small joke about fated lovers or friends and find a way to let them ignore what is right there in front of them until the right time was truly upon them.
It was painful, but in a sweet way, knowing that the people she loved in one life had never truly forgotten her as they lived new lives.
Knowing that despite being left behind, there was at least some small path forward to catch up.
This time, here and now, with her old friend sitting there and looking at her like he's on the verge of seeing her and not the playful 'apprentice magician'... just right there and ... ... ...
She can't do it again. She can't just simper and smile and will away that hope that he'll meet her gaze and remember the days of running from lessons and stealing from the kitchens and games--
Her face softens, but not enough to be considered a smile, and she looks away from his gaze.
"Oh?" She pushes to keep her tone light, hands balling nervously into fists.
"I suppose it is an honour to be compared to someone you know, why don't you tell me about them?"
She won't get her hopes up that he remembers her.
She can't.
Not again.
If you look at the shots of the Yamato and Taichi being held down by the Digimon partners in Kizuna, you can see one of them is Oikawa's Datirimon.......
I didn't get the impression that it was Oikawa's Pipimon/Datirimon specifically, just that it was a Pipimon someone had (I feel like Oikawa wouldn't be in that position given where he is now).
"I... I'm back, aren't I?! That's what matters!"
@nevertem
@nevertem asked:
He watches, resting his cheek upon his palm. Quietly observing, a strange mask of impassiveness--more observant. A cold and calculating quality to his gaze.
That's a gaze he knew well. The expression was quickly matched. Arms crossed, leaning his weight to one side. Look at him. Judging him. Making assumptions. Probably thinks he's still on that 'killing the pharaoh and consuming the world in darkness' bullshit.
Probably thinks he's still a puppet on Zorc's strings.
His expression grew just a bit darker, breaking the silence with a sharp, pointed,
"Can I help you?"
(Starter for @nevertem)
It was a bold move, daring, even, to venture out into the daylight like that, but sometimes a man needed a fix, and he needed it bad.
He kept his head down, posture unassuming, making a shadow of his normally looming presence. He'd learned a long time ago how to lay low, and when.
A stop at the door. A furtive glance over his shades. All around him a sea of strangers, no one watching, no one following. Secure in this, he slipped past the doors, and into the
DOMINO CITY CAT CAFE
Where, for ¥1200 (additional charges not included), you could spend the hour with the only company that mattered: cats. And a helluva lot to choose from at that.
Keith paid his dues, picking up a few treats for the cats and for himself (a latte, with the foam art and everything), and took an empty seat over near a back corner. A few cats snoozed nearby, a couple others wandered towards him, mewing curiously. With uncharacteristic gentleness, he held out a hand, let them sniff and bump their heads, and with the other undid his bandana to dangle teasingly in front of them, coaxing out their playful instincts, oblivious to the rest of the cafe around him.
