#ofsmokesandsmiles

[mystarsforanempire]

@ofsmokeandsmiles

The skies of Sakaar are beautiful, so long as one does not allow one’s gaze to drift too lowly downward, taking in the horror and savage poverty of the peasants below, playing in their mountains of trash and refuse. Loki stands entirely alone, his elbows rested against the balcony, and he looks out over the skies as they turn pink, and peach, and PURPLE, and he softly sighs. Loki knows when he is being watched, but he does not turn his head, does not reveal that which he senses - the Grandmaster has powers beyond Loki’s reckoning, he knows, and he does not want to appear overly simplistic. 

                       “Don’t you think it’s BEAUTIFUL, Grandmaster?”

[uurameshii-a]

Kuwabara shows up with a laugh, slinging one arm a little too chummily around Urameshi's shoulders and shoving--horror of horrors--a bento box cleared cooked and packed by the delinquent himself into his hands. "Happy birthday, Urameshi! Seein' as you've had such a weird year, what with dyin' and all, I figured I'd take it easy on ya' and not pound you into the sidewalk today/" -Kuwabara

Yusuke furrowed his brow, turning to the taller male as a look of irritation began to creep onto his features. What was he up to? The detective opened his mouth to speak, but his words got caught in his throat the moment the other offered the bento box to him. 

‘Wait a minute… Did he…’ 

He paused briefly, taking a moment to process the sight. “Kuwabara, you made this for me?” Had he not been so dumbfounded by the time and effort the other had put into preparing a lunch for him, he would’ve made a witty retort. 

“Thanks, Kuwabara… But is it edible?”