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dajare-umai
seirins--analyst
After having helped the woman with her groceries, she rewarded Makoto with a tin of cookies. He thanked her kindly before walking away. As hew as struggling to open the tin, he bumped into someone. "I am so sorry!" -- 🔆
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seirins--analyst
He was munching on a snack, playing with the bag it was in since there was one more left to spare. He held it out to the other. "Want it?" ღ
Three more drafts, but I need a break. <3.
I haven't forgotten you guys.
Tatsuya was solely supposed to remain at Taiga's place for the duration of the afternoon for both of them to catch up with old times. However, upon being asked to stay for dinner, his brother cooking for him, he hadn't been able to refuse. While his own meals weren't half bad, the redhead's had always been excellent, recalling the rice balls he used to prepare for both of them to eat as children when they practised basketball, bringing back fond memories. Acting as if everything had been back to normal, to prevent all the feelings of unrequitedness bottled up for all these years from hindering his relationship with his brother, after their final match that signed the shooting guard's defeat during the Winter Cup had been hard. However, Tatsuya had missed the redhead, spending time with him again being nice regardless of the circumstances that once brought them apart.
Even though he hadn't left so late, it already was night when he decided to return to the hotel the Yosen team was staying at. Small drops of rain were falling down the sky, occurrence that he ignored, deciding to go back by foot as the distance he had to walk wasn't so big. What he hadn't predicted was for the weather to considerably worsen in a matter of minutes, not even his jacket he held atop his head able to prevent him from getting drenched. If the sudden downpour hadn't been enough, the wind rose as well. Tatsuya had ran as fast as he could to the nearest bus stop to take shelter, disregarding his now soaked clothes and the droplets falling from strands of raven hair. A sigh of relief left his lips upon reaching the refuge, hoping for the weather to calm down, if even a bit, soon so he could head back to his teammates'.
Even though darkness prevented him from having a clear sight of his surroundings, lampposts nearby providing only little light in this stormy night, it hadn't been hard for him to notice another person nearby, recognizing familiar features. "You're Seirin's coach?" While he didn't remember her name, the question was a rhetorical one as he had no doubts about her identity. "Looks like we both were out at a bad moment." Tatsuya may have been pointing the obvious, the idea of the girl being in the exact same predicament as he was didn't please him much even though there was very little he could do about it.
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((Hello there! Yes, we need to RP! I have a starter drafted for you (and partly written already) and even if I suck at unplotted things, I hope it'll live up to your expectations! I'll try to motivate myself to finish writing it before going to bed! I'm looking forward to RPing with you! <3))
| ¥ | seirins--analyst is now a Yatolite!
Man, couldn't his shinki give him a break for once? He had completed three jobs just yesterday alone, and yet here he was, out on the streets looking for more. If someone needed his help they would find his number plastered on the side of a building and call. Even now he was in the process of spray painting "DELIVERY GOD YATO" on the side of some high school gym. It was after hours, and with all the students long gone he had less of a chance of getting caught... or so he thought. He could hear the shuffling of feet against the pavement growing louder with every stroke of paint against the wall. But, whatever. One in ten humans could see him, anyway. There wasn't anyway to know this person would be that one.
Sadly not on long, wanted to do, a few replies. I'll get the rest tomorrow or Monday, since it's my birthday tomorrow.
Thread replies and asks replies will be done then, sorry for the wait. <3
AU! Guns and Flowers || @ seirins--analyst
I was born to kill... A born killer....
"Mission Accomplished. Here's my report." A man donned in pure black suit with blood red shirt said as he slid a manila folder across the desk. Fiery red hair lay on top of his head as he stared blankly at the burly man seated over the other side of the desk eyeing the said folder with utmost interest.
"Excellent work as always!! As expected from the emperor. Always accomplishing his mission in record time. I trust that you manage to kill the target as ordered?" the man asked, his eyes gleaming mischievously at the redhead man.
He narrowed his eyes at the man and glared. He has half of his mind telling him to wipe this man off the face of the earth now. He dare question his capabilities as a hitman? Insulting
"If you're going to question me and my capabilities, then I suggest that you look for someone else to do your dirty job for you." he turned to his heels and walked away. Not seeing the look of utter dread washing over the man's face. He smirked.
"I expect your payment already deposited on my private account my tomorrow. Good evening to you commissioner."
My name is Akashi Seijuro
