#sotouso

[creatrices]

@sotouso​

    She never knew whether the silence in the air was a good or bad thing-- She had certainly resolved some matters with Kokichi, but that needn’t mean all was forgiven and the two were buddy-buddy. No matter the scenario, their dynamic would always involve bickering and insults. Somehow, it fit the two of them. Neither of them seemed to be overly bothered by it, in any case. Thus, when Miu saw the purple-haired boy in the supermarket, she couldn’t help and approach him in a joking manner.

    “Oh? What are you buying, Oumoron? If you cooked, I’d be sure to smell it all the way near my fucking place with how shitty you’d stink everything up! Soo.. What are you making? Pancakes coated in syrup? Sandwiches covered in jelly? Spill the beans, fucker! That is.. Unless you’re keeping it a secret! Heh.”

[springstreams]

"Heeey, miss grumpypants!~ How are ya doin'? I would have brought you cake, but I'm sure you would have found a way to somehow threaten me with it, y'know? Anyways, my presence surely is present enough, riiight? Happy birthday!~"

    “Idiot. I wouldn’t want a cake from you– I’m not stupid. If you really want to give me a present, you can go somewhere else.”

[kiibolt]

( @sotouso​ ) 

While it should not have come as a surprise to Kiibo that Ouma was still around this place, it did a bit. The way that he acted in the killing game, always seeming to be a step ahead of everyone, telling lies to confuse them all, not being able to understand his actions. He seemed like the type to figure out some convoluted plot to leave this city, though that didn’t seem to be the case. Before initiating a conversation, Kiibo had to prepare himself for the robophobic comments that would commence. No matter the circumstance it seemed like he would always be made fun of for whatever he did! There was no way to avoid it! 

“Are you here to say more robophobic comments at me?!”

[courtmagic]

“ ----- oh, it seems like you’ve found my unfinished plaything. ”   he gestured towards the item in the other’s hands, using the word ‘ found ’ lightly within the context. it was a scrap of a puppet, still requiring several finishing touches and a couple of other dyes and baubles to complete its image in the city’s goddess. however, the work put into it was doubled without access to the further reaches of magic; the mage almost glad it ended as someone else’s responsibility.

“ isn’t she cute ? well, since you already have it in your hands and i was planning on selling it ...”   merlin mused, with a smile. of course, it couldn’t be left behind without an initial price,  “ i’d wager 700 dust should cover for costs, yeah ? ”   // @sotouso​ --- sc.

[fulgoriis]

😱

Terrible Advice // Not Accepting

“Why don’t you try stretching yourself out on like a rack if you wanna be taller? I’m sure it’ll work on you, since you’re still a little kid.” He’s kidding, please don’t do that.

[gaeabound]

there was always something comforting when dreaming of home. a longing to feel the bitter mountain air that blew from the peaks and across his face, to listen to the soft stirring of the land below --- there was nothing alike while under the city’s ambiance. and when the experiences had finally crossed his mind, this time around, it felt ever more vivid and real than just a simple dream. 

it was one of those rare moments when the fog dissipated and sunlight beamed down and brought warmth to the earth. and the rough grooves of the pine trees felt just as they should when he climbed one. the voices from villages near and far were clarion and of mirth; peaceful. the god closed his eyes to revel in their words, searching for a prayer ( or two ) to answer out of habit. it has been so long now, even in these visions.

the sound of strange laughter, however, pulls at his attention and draws it to a small shrine below him. it was more boulder than a designated shrine, laid nestled between the curled trunks of two pines. long-winded years have weathered it down into a smooth ovoid, but it had been marked by the people as a spot to leave offerings to the divine. the hope for safe travels and a guiding eye left in their wake --- even before his time. 

he witnessed a familiar-looking boy taking a makeshift doll from the curve of the mossy stone and into his hands, observing the item. it was a little thing made of straw and hay, stitched together with colorful strings and buttons; most likely the handiwork of a young child. kurowli narrows his eyes and with a low sigh, drops down from his perch in the trees.

“what are you doing ? ” he immediately scolds, snatching the doll away and holding it close. “this was offered to the god of this mountain ... handling it will bring curses upon you.”

@sotouso​ ( event : dreamscape )

[seizonka]

@sotouso ;; cont.

"Haha, it’s not exactly that.” Come to think of it, their last discussion had started off on somewhat easier (albeit still macabre) terms and had gone off in a darker direction rather quickly -- this might be the beginning of the first normal conversation Rantaro was going to have with Kokichi. There was a lot of figuring out the other person and unraveling the whole mystery behind the Ultimate Academy in their last discussion, but at the root, Rantaro just wanted to get to know his classmates a little more now that they had what seemed to be a lot of time to do so now. He had no doubt in his mind that their previous topic would come up again at some point; it was something that tied them all together after all, but lighter topics were always nice. 

“Well, I was just thinking, we didn’t really get to talk too much about anything else last time, right? If you’re up for it, how ‘bout we just have a little chat and get to know each other? I’ll even treat you if you can come up with a place to eat.” A lot of the air between them regarding his whole lack of talent and memory was decently cleared with that long discussion last time, so Rantaro felt a little more comfortable speaking to the liar in a somewhat ironic twist. 

[perfectminus]

@sotouso​

The sounds of the break in were not subtle at all, as if the thief made no attempt to hide what he was doing. There was the sound of glass breaking, the sound of several things being knocked off shelves, heavy footsteps, and then the fridge opening. All of that left a messy trail to follow, and at the end of it was grandmother’s house, and the wolf who broke in. 

Kumagawa Misogi smiled, the same as always. 

『Hey, Kokichi-chan. Let’s be friends. Friends hang out at each other’s houses, right? I don’t know, I’ve never had any friends. I dunno why. Everyone stops wanting to be friends with me when I break into their houses.』

Kumagawa sat in a chair he stole from the kitchen perfectly comfortable. There were glass shards in his head, and red blood was spilling from the top of his head all over his face He did not even seem to notice, even as the blood reached his lips. 

There were open bottles of Panta on the floor. Komaeda’s own lips were purple. He burped, and actual bubbles came out of his mouth.  『Hey, somebody drank all your panta. I beat him up and chased him away, that’s where all this blood is from, yeah... that’s what happened.』

For a compulsive liar he was really bad at it.