#styleshift

[nightblighted]

@styleshift || hiyori is a lazy bum and told me to write her a starter

fingers rapped against her desk briefly before she continued with the various paperwork she had to finish. the major downside of being in charge was your constant battle with dealing with a stack of papers that you needed to fill out and/or sign. while she personally left the heavy stuff to her second-in-command, it wasn’t fair to have her doing it all the time. so here the commander sat as the the quill scratched against the paper. 

a knock at her office door interrupted her work as she called out a simple, “come in.”

laying to rest the quill, her eyes shifted to the door and upon seeing who it was, the commander raised a brow. “anise? are you already finished attending to the fon master?”

[musekoto]

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" pidge. ”

shiro finds her exactly where he expects, and damn is this doesn’t sadden him a bit. this castle is the largest thing he’s sure any of them have been on, and shiro can only recall seeing pidge in a handful of different settings. unless he stretches his memory, he can hardly recall seeing pidge in any position other than hunched over a screen. 

heaving a sigh, he makes his way over, careful of their dinner’s unstable jigging.

“ missed you at dinner, so i thought i’d bring it to you. ” 

he sets the plates on the floor before settling down across pidge, knees pulled up rather than crossed. from his pockets shiro takes out a spoon, and purposely covers pidge’s screen when he hands it over.

[musekoto]

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“ so, then... ”

he’s shuffling his feet and can’t seem to stop smiling. or take his eyes off chidori for more than two seconds. she makes a too pretty picture in those clothes, that hair, those eyes. the pink that tenga hopes never disappears from her cheeks. 

the same pink likely on his cheeks when he slides his gaze to the floor, only for it to return to chidori not a beat later.

“ do you.. like... wanna.. go get a smoothie or something? ”