#sweetchaj

[igni-archive-blog]

@sweetchaj >> A Godeater’s Gotta Eat... >> continued

Magecrie, his hood and mask concealing all of his face, save for that twisted grin.  “My, my, what have I come across here...?”  Behind the abyssal eyes of the mask, his true eyes narrowed in interest.  “Quite bold, “ he comments, the claws of his gauntlets tapping against Chai’s chest as he proffers a glance downward towards the demon’s tail.  “Hiding in plain sight?  I’m surprised these mortals haven’t killed you yet... They’ve tried to do worse to me for far less...”

Echoing in his throat, a laugh disturbed any rebuttal Chai had to give.  “You don’t belong here... and I... maintain balance,” he lied, gesturing with his other claw towards... well, nothing in particular as his head turned to look at them.  “How do you suggest we amend this issue, hmm?”

[bluejaytxt-blog]

@sweetchaj

“Does it look good on me?” It started off as an off hand comment about how close their styles of dress were, then it became them meeting for an impromptu “fashion show” so they could dress the other up. While Elliot wore leggings every so often but he generally used them as pajamas or house clothing, he had joggers and stuff for when he left his apartment. Chai liked leggings and sweaters though so that’s what Elliot was given by him while Elliot had handed over a floral print button up and jeans.  The sweater had a cat on it so that was a few extra bonus points to it.

[voicelcss-blog]

( @sweetchaj!!! )

Just a little bit more... Ah shit. Anthony watches helplessly as he accidentally knocks over boxes of cereal off the shelf and onto a poor stranger. Well that’s unfortunate.

He holds the box of cereal he was trying to get off the top shelf in his hand, shrugging at the victim of the cereal box avalanche. Whoops.

[scelxstus-blog]

             ❝So--❞ Speaking in between chews. Classy Dante. ❝Theoretically speaking, if I can’t pay for this meal....what happens? I just....wanna know.❞ He seemed aloof but was actually panicking. The money he had ‘found’ and wanted to use for this meal was back at his camp. In his satchel. So he had no means of paying for this meal.

@sweetchaj

[jurik-archive-blog]

➝ whispers "is it real..."

“Nikdo neví, jak si udržet ruce pro sebe?“  He asked aloud, though it was a rhetorical question.  It was as if no one had ever seen a man with augmented limbs before.  A quiet resentment sought to boil in him, but he maintained a sensible aura–despite his Czech comment made earlier asking if anyone knew how to keep their damned hands to themselves anymore.

“My heart?  Ano,” he nodded.  “One of the few things not critically injured in … that attack.”  He gave a short pause before turning his two different green eyes to Chai completely.  “You can feel it, ano?”

[sinembodiied-blog]

@sweetchaj cont. from here.

     ❝ sorry, no can-do. that’s sort of my entire thing. you know,         mischief causing? it’s in my title and everything! what would         i be without that? just a cute, magical fox lady. ❞

She folded her arms across her chest, fake-pouting.

     ❝ heeey, he deserved what he got! i am just a sweet little lady...         i can do no wrong! ❞

Such utter bullshit.

[fervory-blog]

@sweetchaj | starter call!!

“i’m not saying i’m lost, but....i might be lost.” this is not his proudest moment in his life story.