#normlacy

[illholy]

@normlacy​​  said  :    “   things  could  always  be  worse .   at  least  you  don’t  have  flesh - eating  bacteria ,   right ??   ”    ↳    𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒    [   𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂    ] ,  not accepting  

ah  .   ⸻    ❝  flesh eating bacteria . . .   ❞   she is contemplative,  considers it for a moment ;  one might suppose being eaten alive would be awful    &   factually,   running about in the blazing head of summer is incomparable.    She pressed her lips together,  a pop as it parts and she pouts at him finally.    Judith is half-indignant,  wants to be difficult just for the sake of it. 

❝  ugh  -  but it’s so, so, so hot.  don’t you feel sorry for me ?  aren’t you hot ?  ❞    she whines, bobs her head back and fourth till she finds her head resting upon the side of his arm, walking haphazardly along the currently empty highway road.  ❝  oh I’ll die,  I’ll die, I just know it, today is the day . . .  ❞  She goes on,  the joke in her tone remise if only because it came whispering, too soft that it almost sounds true and real.    ❝  however, i might just postpone my demise if you carry me.  ❞   There it was,   what she  really  wanted. 

[kasouu]

Hands trembling, raised in defense “ — all i’m asking is that you hear me out . “

unprompted ask.  always accepting.

          This guy wanted to be heard?  He wanted  him  of all people to pause and listen?  That was a bold move to try and pull but Dabi supposed he’d heard all sorts of pleadings right before he reduced someone to ashes   -   if they were lucky enough to speak at all on their own behalf.  There’s no real harm in taking a moment to listen to a guy who trembled like a dog about to piss itself;  but neither was there any value.  At least none that he could directly perceive.

          “Make it quick.  I’m a busy guy yanno.”  Dabi finally replies,  letting a few seconds of mild consideration tick by if only to make the guy sweat a little more.  The  ‘make yourself useful’  goes unspoken.

[foxettes]

            surprise  becomes  crystalline  ‘pon  girlish  expressionism,        further  emphasized  by  the  way  her  eyes  widen        &.        brows  quirk,        as  if  the  gumiho  was  genuinely  doubting  the  question  descending  unto  audits.  not  interested  in  regaining  some  elegant        &.          proud  composure,       she  unconsciously  allows  emotions  to  be  conveyed  onto  visage        instead  taking  a  step  forth  towards  the  foolish  (    perhaps  brave    ?    )  man  who  dared  to  reveal  her  nature.   since  he  was  aware  of  what  she  was  as  of  now,        wouldn’t  it  be  in  his  best  interest  to  avoid  her  completely        ?    surely  he  knows  of  the  myth,        the  tales,        the  stories  of  which  depict  her  kind  as  blood  -  thirsty  animal  -  like  things  preying  on  the  sweet  livers  of  man  -  kind,        no        ?        a  simper  then,        unfurling  of  nine  chiffon  tails  that  sway  ‘round  her  person.      “   i  assume  that  you  must’ve  not  met  my  kind  before,        so  let  me  ask  you  something    . . .   ”        another  step  forth,        a  flashing  of  the  sharpened  fangs  within  maw.     “   do  i  do  justice  to  the  myth,        or  have  i  simply  disappointed  you        ?   ”

@normlacy​,        cont.