#save-fourth-base

[cleaverxfever]

Hold still.

“Ow! I said I’m fine” The Biker whined while the Batter persistently poked around the gash he suffered on his side. Biker had let Batter lead this time, he wasn’t sure where the Batter was taking him, but followed him under the promise of “finding more impure souls”. He soon discovered though that it was not a weird way of talking about fifty blessings, the guys they just butchered were common thugs. Well, not too common given the fact one had landed a deep cut in his side that was bleeding out his vest.“Let’s just get the fuck out of here” he mumbled, not at all pleased at how things had gone down. 

[cleaverxfever]

save-fourth-base started following you He couldn’t remember the last time he sat down to watch baseball, but he’d recognize the uniform anywhere. Most unsettling was how often it was turning up, seemed like every time he looked over his shoulder.  Was he being followed? or was it a coincidence? Ignoring the matter didn’t seem like a good idea, not when he was trying to uncover more of Fifty blessings organisation.  And if this guy was with them... “Hey, you following me?” Biker finally turned himself around to face the Batter, hell it was the early hours of the morning and no one else was walking this street, now was as good a time as any to confront them. 

[possiblyinsanemerchant]

♫

Send me a "♫" for what I think would be your muse's theme song.

Puella in somnio.

[possiblyinsanemerchant]

"Do you have a fever?"

Our Muses get pushed into a small closet together by some strange means, they need to wrap their arms around each other to make Room.

Finding himself stuck in a small space was bad enough, and he could handle that. But the addition of one person he totally wished to not have existed or be taking lessons in paragliding sans parachute...well, that was terrible.

And the fact was that he was in close contact with the person made him swear, underneaath his breath, the first thing he did when he got out was to find whoever did this and slam the Batter’s head with the culprit’s together. Hard. Hard enough for quite a quantity of blood and to cause a concussion that will for two days. At least.

He flinched when the other asked him whether he was having a fever.

“O͟͝͠F ͏C̸OU̧͏R͟͝Ś͞E!̛͞ ̵̷̛S҉T͏̴U͟C̷K͠ ͟͠I҉N ̶A̢̨͏ C̵͝L̴Ǫ͟SE͏T̴͡҉ ̸̸W̢IT̢̀H́͘͠ Ĺ̴́I̸̸T̵̡͠T̢̢L͘͞É͟ ͏͢T͜Ơ ͠N̶̢O̴ ̀͏͠V̀͠͞E̸͠Ǹ͝TIL̵͜͏A̶͟T͘I͘O͢N̡҉̢, ̷́A͜͢Ń̶D̶̸ ̷̨̛S̷͟OM̵̸̀E͠͡͠O͢NE̢ ̷̡̕I̷ ̶WANT҉̡̀ ͏̢T̷͝O͘͠ ͟͢SE҉͘͜E̶ ̵͢DE̛A̧͘D̸͜?͘“ he snapped. “D̛O̡̨ ̷YO̢͞U͘͜ E͘V̴̷E̵̷N͟͜͝ ͏̕A̕C͝T̡͢UĄ̛͞L͏͠L̨Ỳ ́͜͝T̢H́̕I҉̧͘N̸͏̸K̢̨?̵͝ “

[possiblyinsanemerchant]

I just want to try something...

((Oh lawd.))1. Kissing them softly on the lips((OH LAWD AND GODS))

Of all the things he expected to happen when he saw this specific incarnation of so-called 'purity', he didn't expect to say something about experimenting, and suddenly pull his mask up and land a kiss on the lips.

Where did he put the mouthwash? In return, he spat, trying to get the taste off his mouth. And after that was done, he whipped his hand around, trying to land a slap on the other's face. "T̵́H̶̀AT ̵Ẃ̴A͜͢͠S̴̕ ŅO͡T̢͘͞ ̴͢WEL͘͢͡C̡Ò͜M͜͏Ȩ͟"

[possiblyinsanemerchant]

save-fourth-base encountered

save-fourth-base started following you

It wasn't often that he had a need to borrow (i.e. steal) things from other files, but he was running rather low on some things in his own file, and they hadn't been refilled, so he currently was borrowing from another file.

He didn't realise that he had let his guard down, and was being watched while he rummaged through the bottles and piles in the labs of Zone Three