@painxpacker said:
I would love to sell your eyes but the rest of you is pretty useless Kurta.
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@painxpacker said:
I would love to sell your eyes but the rest of you is pretty useless Kurta.
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Holds umbrella over the hairball discreetly.
Kortopi was usually much more aware of his surroundings, but the heavy rain buffeting him kept him at a high level of discomfort, so much so that his Nen field barely registered a person approaching him. His entire body shivered from the cold, hugging himself tighter as he prepared to allow this person to pass, only for a sudden relief to wash over him.
He was being shielded from the rain.
What... who...
He looked up through the wet hair stuck to his face.
Feitan.
Kortopi's visible eye suddenly shone, sparkled almost with gratitude, and his aura became a lot less threatening, quietly delighting in the other's company. He huddled closer to Feitan, nearly touching, but making sure not to get his clothes wet from how absolutely soaked he was himself.
"Thank you." He offered shyly, wringing some of the moisture from his hair. "It suddenly started pouring out of nowhere..."
is this a good or bad thing?
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“Well, I fail to see how it could be a bad thing...” Winning tickets for an amusement park could only look as a disgrace for someone like the Troupe member, specially when his concept of fun would normally include actions slightly more violent.
“I can invite someone else if you feel to uncomfortable to go.”
"Do you remember anything else?"
x.
A quiet voice, as if hiding from the demons who were chasing after her during her dreams. “No.” She brought into words as much as she could recall, but only as a way to let the nauseous feeling go. Now she didn’t want to mention the subject ever again. “And I prefer to keep it that way.” Palm filled her lungs with fresh air, evidently more appeased than before, and forced herself to bring a smile to her face.
“I feel much better now. Thank you.”
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Turns around and ‘accidentally’ hits you with his umbrella that he has up for no apparent reason
Gets hit.
“You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding me.”
She scowls.
“The fuck d’ya think yer playin’ at?!”
"Just messing around."
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“ Are you kidding me, you stabbed me in the hand ! ”,more like tore a hole through it, but Killua supposes he should be glad he ripped his hand away in time. A nick in comparison to the injury it could’ve been, Feitan’s presence only worked to make him more tense. There’s a thrum in the room they stand in now, and no matter how far Killua had jumped away from the other, he knows this could turn into a fight if he so much as moved incorrectly. He wanted to get away.
“ well, that’s the way deals are made. ”
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arms crossed over her chest, paku admires his work from afar, how blood pools at his feet and catches the moonlight. it could be a beautiful scene in fiction with the appropriate description, but she can only focus on the stains and stench. she wrinkles her nose as he stands up straight and addresses her.
‘it’s messy,’ she says, with a note of disapproval. she isn’t fond of the practice, mostly because of the harsh effect on her senses; still, she would never oppose it. ‘but it’s effective. i’ll give you that.’