#rustimko

[iruludavare]

{ ooc. Surprise post [CLOSED]

@kalosinflames , @spikemuthtoothfairy , @rustimko , @mxstball , @heartsevolved , @rankingtwentysix , @rustedcrow , @prozagonist , @cmdydirector , @doublefallen , @gogogobarry , @picavecalyx

Individual sets under the cut

[prozagonist]

Sooooooooo

Who is gonna tell Yamiko...

[rustedcrow]

🗑 maybe she’ll want one. Maybe she’ll keep it. Maybe she’ll even give the lil guy a nickname too

It already has Rin riding on its head. Too bad. You're adopting it now. This little trash bunny that smells like grass and tree bark.

This is a male Posie form Trubbish with the Aftermath ability and has a Gentle nature.

[corrust]

ʘ‿ʘ Yamiko vc: idk maybe

Send a 'ʘ‿ʘ' if your muse finds my muse attractive. || accepting !

' What d'you mean , maybe ? '

[corrust]

“ sir. try to not move your head. “

' Oh c'mon , it's practically harmless , Yamiko. It's been sittin' on my face any chance it gets. You're fussing a little TOO MUCH , OK ? The lil' guy won't bite. '

[rustedcrow]

slides him his preferred drink.

“ I can take on more responsibilities today. Relax for now. “ wow, that’s oddly nice of her.

"......" What the ever loving fuck Philippe!!

Outwardly, there was no change from Corbeau's usual cool demeanour. He simply accepted the super sugary sweet hot chocolate made with all of the usual toppings (such as a tower of cream so tall he needed a spoon to eat it before he could drink it) with as much dignity as possible, while fuming on the inside.

Now that Yamiko knew, he had to decide whether she loved or died because someone else knowing about his one leftover vice was mortifying as Hell. Was it an overreaction? Yes, yes it was!

But he decided she could live for now.

"....If you don't take a break, too, I'm coming after you," he groused.

[glucovoile]

👔 drag her to the mall Marsha all Yamiko wears is formal attire

( *♡ dress up time: open; queued responses! )

ㅤ "you should show off your legs more. elegant & simple, yes?"

[crimsonclutches]

“ what business do you have with us? “

"mm. business. how formal." ariana's voice is soft, yet carries a concealed edge (much like the rest of her.) the smile that she offers yamiko seems warm, though her eyes--deep crimson--seem to stare right through the syndicate higher-up. the rocket matron brushes a bit of webbing from her pristine clothes (she had swapped her typical white uniform for a sharp blazer and dark pants. in this kalosian mecca of high fashion, she fit right in.)

"I've heard much about this rust syndicate, and found it intriguing. no transactions, no deals yet--I would simply like to know things," ariana demurs, pausing to regard a spinarak scuttling across yamiko's desk with approval. "I appreciate you sitting down with me to explain exactly what this organization does. once I have more information and can evaluate this...syndicate's compatibility as a potential partner? then I'll be happy to discuss business."

a manicured hand is extended, nails painted a glossy blood-red. "ariana shim. it's a pleasure to meet with someone who looks so sharp. I've heard so much about you, yamiko."

yamiko has yet to introduce herself, and judging by the smile still on ariana's lips...she knows that.