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✧ 「 @the-ultimate-muses 」 ✧ - Continued from ★

「 ☆ 」 Watching Nicky bellow in another language has Kichiro standing shell-shocked for a beat. Not out fear or any sense of trepidation about their husband, but for him. Recognizing the immense stress he must be under to lash out in this way. Despite what others would assume about the ❛ moose ❜ — especially when observing his work on the ice —he's a gentle soul. A delicate one. Kichiro would be willing to bet their life on it, even now when they actually posses one precious to them.

Honestly, had Kyle not explained it to them, Kichiro wouldn't have thought the injury was worth any fuss. It's not as though Nicky hasn't endured far worse. But they know better than to argue with a medic when it comes to matters such as this. Other issues, they would— and have. With minimal understanding of the intricacies of hockey at best, they aren't exactly an authority on injury importance. While it may seem inconsequential now, Kyle is right. It could become worse.

If that happens, maybe it would keep Nicky out of more than just a single game.

Yet more important than any of that...

Discomfort grows the longer they have to wait for Nicky to acknowledge their presence, so used to the other immediately jumping to do so like an excited pup. When he finally does, it's only to try and further push his impassioned point. Freckled face crumpling into a concerned grimace, bright hues are fixated on his panicked expression. Injured or not, they don't want him going out on the ice like this. Manic. Reckless. Riddled with an anxiety so intense, Kichiro can feel the bitter taste in the back of their throat.

❝ ... I think- you should sit this game out. ❞ Gently spoken, a hand reaches out to try and rest on Nicky's forearm, if the touch would be allowed. So quiet compared to the other's yelling, an attempt to try and soothe their husband. Unfortunately unaware of how different this situation would be. Having more than proven themself the person who could calm the storm clouds blustering in the hockey player's mind, Kichiro doesn't expect an argument... Doesn't expect much pushback aside from perhaps a moment of resistance before Nicky reluctantly relents.

Eventually understanding why. 「 ☆ 」

#not-bcring #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴛᴇ; ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀᴛᴛɪᴛᴜᴅᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Kichiro IC 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴅᴀʏ ᴏʀ ɴɪɢʜᴛ; ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴋʏ’ꜱ ᴀʟɪɢʜᴛ ❞ ◌ ᴜʟᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴇɴᴛ ᴅᴇᴠ. ᴀᴜ ¦ 「 Kichiro 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴜʟᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇ ʜᴏᴄᴋᴇʏ ᴘʟᴀʏᴇʀ ❞ ¦ 「 Nick 」#the-ultimate-muses #♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴅ; ᴀ ꜱᴏɴɢ’ꜱ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱᴀᴅ ❞ ¦ 「 Kichiro and Nick 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ɪꜱ ᴛᴀʙᴏᴏ; ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ’ꜱ ʜᴀʀᴅʟʏ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɴᴇᴡ ❞ ¦ 「 RP 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴅɪɴɢ ᴅᴏɴɢ; ʙɪɴɢ ʙᴏɴɢ: ᴀ ʙᴏᴅʏ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ! ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」

Today...was a bad day, though less because bad things had happened and more because of how Mick felt going through his day. He was just tired, back and arms aching from his earlier physical therapy, a warm shower and the rest of the evening doing nothing on his mind as he returned to the dormitories, only to find that the elevator was once again out of order. Normally this was a mere annoyance, Mick forced to either hang around until it was fixed to get to his room a few floor up, or forgoing waiting all together and just hoisting himself up the stairs one at a time, but this was one of those rare days that he just plain didn't have the energy to do that, though that hardly stopped him from trying, the only thing that kept him from going up that last flight of stairs to his own room (and therefore more than likely putting himself completly out the next day doing so, if he wasn't already at that point), being the memory that Shion's room was on the floor he was currently on. He hated that he actually had to think about asking if he could stay in his newly acquired boyfriend's room, but he was...well, he was scared that once Shion started to see the more ugly and painful sides to him, he would decide it just wasn't worth the effort. He understood why he had such doubts of course, it was hard not to have them, but Mick still hated the fact that he'd spent even a second doubting Shion in such a way, and that it wasn't even the thought that it might not be true that had him heading towards the other's room, but that it would be better to get all of that out of the way sooner rather than later if it was going to be a problem. But at the end of the day, at least he was there knocking on Shion's door, not having let doubts stop him from asking for help. When the door was opened, a very, very tired looking Micky is what would greet Shion, the dark circles under his eyes heavy even as he tried to smile through the fatigue. "Hey, uh...sorry fer droppin' by out 'f th' blue like this, it's just th' elevator's out again, and I don't have it in me t' hoist myself up anymore stairs today. So I figured since I was already on this floor, I could jus' come and see you fer a bit 'stead of sittin' out here in th' hall." "That uh...that alright with you?" - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @the-ultimate-muses 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 Shion has a boyfriend.

Holy shit, he actually has a boyfriend.

He’s still having trouble fully wrapping his mind around it. What felt like a dream doomed to fail— irrational as he knew that would be; it’s not as though he could REALLY stay single forever… right? —finally being realized thanks to who has to be the nicest guy Shion has ever met. Not a very high bar, if he’s being honest. But still a catch, nonetheless. Which is why he was in the midst of pacing around his room, assaulting Kirito with a slew of excited texts for what must be the fifth time since his very freshly-gained relationship.

Finger hastily sends the latest in a string of screamed gushing and emojis when he hears a knock on his door, phone haphazardly tossed onto his bed as he crosses the room to see who it could be. It’s not as though he gets many visitors. He was just texting one of the few possibilities. ❝ Hold on a sec! Coming— ❞ He calls out, curiosity tinging his tone. Opening the door a moment later, quizzicalness turns to brief elation; eyes lighting up and a catch in his breath through a bright smile when he’s met by the sight of Micky.

His boyfriend, by the way.

But glee is short-lived, it easy to see how haggard the other man is even before Micky explains. Hastily ushering the other inside as if a man seeking shelter from a blizzard rather than just a place to rest, Shion tuts, ❝ Of course that’s alright! I’m your boyfriend, after all. Helping each other out is what we do… ❞ Would Shion ever stop by Micky’s room without warning were he in need? No. Not if he could help it, anyway. But there’s a distinct difference between being the one providing help and burdening a partner with that role. Shion knows that he can’t afford to ever be the latter. Shutting the door, he adds with a look over his shoulder, ❝ Feel free to make yourself comfortable. My dorm is your dorm~ ❞

Glancing down at his outfit, he chokes down an alarmed squeak. ❛ Oh great! The first time he's in my dorm and I look like this?! ❜ A panicked thought as he stares at obnoxiously unsexy flannel pajamas, hands tugging at the fuzzy bunny ears-esque headband keeping his hair out of his face. Shit, shit shit shit. Maybe he should change into something a bit less comfortable? He knows he has something more suitable lying around... Wait. Lying around.

Oh no.

He didn't put away his manga. 「 ☆ 」

#canon-fcdder #shion ic tbt #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴘᴘʟᴇꜱ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴇᴅ; ᴄᴀꜱᴄᴀᴅɪɴɢ ʟᴇꜰᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ❞ ◌ ᴅᴀɴɢᴀɴʀᴏɴᴘᴀ ¦ 「 Shion 」#the-ultimate-muses #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴜʟᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴡᴄᴍx ʀɪᴅᴇʀ ❞ ¦ 「 Michael 」#♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴡᴀꜱ ɪᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀᴛ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ꜱɪɢʜᴛ ❞ ¦ 「 Shion and Michael 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴇxᴏᴛɪᴄ ʙᴜᴛᴛᴇʀꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Answer 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ’ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ; ɪ ᴀᴍ ʟʏɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」

✧ 「 @the-ultimate-muses 」 ✧ - Continued from ★

「 ☆ 」 In manga, the one pinned against the wall always ends up looking so cute in their helplessness. Worthy of the blood shed and bruises gained in their protection. It's a romantic, powerful, wonderful moment when dust clears and adrenaline starts to settle. Gaze's meeting as the savior offers a hand to the fallen, violence turning tender in an instant. Shion always imagined what it would be like to take part in such a thrilling scene. But now that it's actually happening, he can barely remember any of it... Perhaps that's for the best.

He doesn't want to know how Micky looked when getting that black eye.

Feeling pathetic where he's slumped against the wall— worthy hardly the first word to come to mind when talking about HIM —Shion groans and blearily blinks to try and get his boyfriend's face to stop being so blurry. Hand weakly raises to touch the back of his head, fingers spasming away with a sound partway between a hiss and a whine when they touch the raw spot. Fingertips stained with blood, it falls back to curl on his lap. He must have been dropped when Micky entered the scene. Deemed unimportant when compared to fighting off the enraged greaser.

#canon-fcdder #shion ic tbt #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴘᴘʟᴇꜱ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴇᴅ; ᴄᴀꜱᴄᴀᴅɪɴɢ ʟᴇꜰᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ❞ ◌ ᴅᴀɴɢᴀɴʀᴏɴᴘᴀ ¦ 「 Shion 」#the-ultimate-muses #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴜʟᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴡᴄᴍx ʀɪᴅᴇʀ ❞ ¦ 「 Michael 」#♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴡᴀꜱ ɪᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀᴛ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ꜱɪɢʜᴛ ❞ ¦ 「 Shion and Michael 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪꜰ ʏ'ᴀʟʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ; ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴀꜱꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀᴛ? ❞ ¦ 「 RP 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ’ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ; ɪ ᴀᴍ ʟʏɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」

He's standing over Chihiro, breathing heavy and body shaking as he comes back to himself, it feeling like it was both real and nothing but a hazy fiction as the room slowly came back into focus. He had blacked out, that much he knew, the only memory from before now being a voice so very small, near covered up by his own booming one, a voice that sounded so, so afraid, like he was going to hurt them. Looking down as the scent of copper broke him from his haze, the dumbell that had been clenched tight in his hand was dropped as if it had burned the biker. There was blood everywhere; on the weight, on his hands, splattered across his clothes and the floor, it's trail being followed by his eyes until he was forced to face his new reality: He'd killed Chihiro. Torn from one reality into another, it feeling as if they were bleeding into each other in a way only the vulerablity of sleep would allow, Mondo awoke with a shout. It was pained, having continued on from dream to wake with the desperasion in it never wavering. He wasn't in control anymore, and that only made his panic all the worse, it feeling as if he'd been thrown back to that night as he clambered from the bed to the bathroom to empty his stomach into the toilet. He had no idea he wasn't alone in his room, or the fact that it wasn't even his room, Chihiro having let him in to hers after the third night of the biker sleeping outside her door in a slient vigil. Before that, he'd thought Chihiro was scared of him, but Chihiro...she had said she was scared for him, and that just broke Mondo all the more. He didn't know when he had fallen asleep, but it was no surprise given the heavy conversation he'd had with the programmer before inevitably passing out that he'd have that nightmare again... - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @the-ultimate-muses 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 She couldn't have been asleep for more than a few hours, rest elusive to the programmer as she sat on her computer chair. It was the most suitable place after Mondo had unintentionally collapsed onto her bed after their talk. Exhaustion finally taking hold after days of lackluster rest. Knees had been hugged to her chest as she watched the biker sleep, feeling partially strange for it... but unable to stop.

Despite their conversation, she was still lost as ever. Not sure WHAT was weighing on her friend's mind, since he refused to disclose specifics. But undeniably certain that whatever it was involved her and must have been bad. Nothing less than horrendous could possibly reduce someone as stubbornly-strong as Mondo to such a state.

She had drifted off in the midst of her worried and guilt-addled musings, awakening with a start at the sudden SCREAM that broke the dismal silence. Chest heaving from the frantic pounding of her heart, she nearly falls out of the chair from the shock, wide eyes snapping to the bathroom door right as it slams open. Hastily standing up, she rushes over at the sound of heaving. A panicked— ❝ Mondo?? ❞ escapes before she even knows what she intends to say, hands resting on the doorframe as she peers in. Swallowing thickly, she turns and hurriedly opens her small fridge. Pulling out a water bottle and feeling useless for it not being more.

❝ It's alright. You're going to be alright... I'm here, Mondo. I'm right here. ❞ Kneeling down beside him as the biker empties his stomach, a small hand rubs at his back in a soothing circle. Holding out the bottle for when he's done, she adds, ❝ Here. To wash out your mouth... ❞ Throwing up is never a pleasant experience but the bitter taste and burning throat when it's over is one of the worst parts, in her opinion. 「 ☆ 」

#not-bcring #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴏᴡ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ɪᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ! ❞ ¦ 「 Chihiro IC 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴏᴘᴘᴏꜱɪᴛᴇꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴡᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴍᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ❞ ◌ ᴜʟᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴇɴᴛ ᴅᴇᴠ. ᴀᴜ ¦ 「 Chihiro 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴜʟᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇ ʙɪᴋᴇʀ ɢᴀɴɢ ʟᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ❞ ¦ 「 Mondo 」#the-ultimate-muses #♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ; ꜱᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴅ ᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Chihiro and Mondo 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴏʙᴛᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ꜰʀᴀɢᴍᴇɴᴛ ❞ ¦ 「 Answer 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴅɪɴɢ ᴅᴏɴɢ; ʙɪɴɢ ʙᴏɴɢ: ᴀ ʙᴏᴅʏ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ! ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」

✧ 「 @the-ultimate-muses 」 ✧ - Continued from ★

「 ☆ 」 It's a long overdue conversation... and one David had been trying to put off for even LONGER. More than content to go the rest of his life without having to delve into the depressing details. However obvious it feels to him, David knows that his boyfriend is blinded by affection and good intentions. Xander could never understand the shackles searing into his skin. How despite the pain, they are a necessary evil; a consistent reminder of the purpose he's found in life and how BARREN his body would be without them. Reduced to a worthless husk should he ever grow too dissatisfied with his lot in life.

One that could be a lot worse.

Rapid taps of a pencil stills to a tense silence at Xander's question, grip on it tightening with white-knuckles. Grey hues fixated on the paper in front of him, words having lost meaning over an hour ago. Honestly, it's admirable that Xander managed to hold his tongue until now. Everything said is true, and David has lamented it to himself more times than he can count. Often after finishing yet another exhausting speech, wondering how many more he could persist through before he was drained to nothing... It's only when Xander reaches the inevitable conclusion that David finds an opening to argue. However much he'd rather not.

❝ Not a ❛ single fucking thing ❜ ? ❞ Ignoring the fluttering in his chest at being referred to as love— no matter how often it happens, the euphoria never fades —he sets down the pencil with a SLAM before abruptly standing. Sharply turning on his heel, eyes glow with the intensity of a cornered predator, ❝ Xander, I know you love me. I know you believe what you're saying. But try, for just a second, to see me for WHAT I am. Do you seriously think I could have achieved any of this without them molding me into something more societally acceptable? Without being suffocated at every turn into the facade of a decent person. ❞

A hand firmly presses against his chest, tone insistent, ❝ I've been with me since the start and I've seen what I am without their guidance. ❞ Without their cage. ❝ I'm worthless. I'm aimless... I'm NOTHING, love. I'm fucking nothing and they gave me something to be. Do I like it? No. But at least it's something. ❞ Even as the words leave his mouth, David regrets them. Were he in a clearer state of mind, they never would have managed to claw their way past his throat. Perhaps he's more exhausted than he thought, the tether keeping him held together worryingly frayed.

A bind that normally would keep the next snarky comment buried deep in his mind where it belongs. ❝ It was enough to catch your attention, wasn't it? ❞ Contrary to popular belief, David isn't stubborn enough to believe that Xander's affections blossomed into more because of who he pretends to be. The opposite, actually... But he is aware enough to know that Xander's gaze was initially caught by it.

That Xander was saved by it.

That's ONE thing he fucking owes them. 「 ☆ 」

#not-bcring #david ic tbt #the-ultimate-muses #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴜʟᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇ ʀᴇʙᴇʟ ❞ ¦ 「 Xander 」#♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴋɪꜱꜱ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ꜱᴄᴀʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ’ꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴘʟᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ; ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏʀ ᴡʜᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 David and Xander 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ɪꜱ ᴛᴀʙᴏᴏ; ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ’ꜱ ʜᴀʀᴅʟʏ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɴᴇᴡ ❞ ¦ 「 RP 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴅɪɴɢ ᴅᴏɴɢ; ʙɪɴɢ ʙᴏɴɢ: ᴀ ʙᴏᴅʏ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ! ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」

✧ 「 @the-ultimate-muses 」 ✧ - Continued from ★

「 ☆ 」 The young boy seems to relax somewhat when their gift is accepted, but the tension doesn’t fully leave their form. There’s a wariness to how they hold themself, like an animal ready to bolt at the slightest indication of a threat. It could be chalked up to simple nerves. An understandable unease for any child when on their own. Especially one as small as them. Yet there’s a studiousness within Gale’s eyes…

A light that speaks of experience, not paranoia.

❝ Yes. ❞ Chirps a polite response, delicate tone a stark contrast to the other’s rough rumbling. ❝ A nice man saved me and my friend from some mean men, so I wanted to make him a gift to say thank you. Flowers are nice to get but I can’t make real ones… ❞ Gaze flits down to the ones still carefully held in their grasp, a vibrant array in every color Gale had at hand. Not sure which one was Xander’s favorite, they decided to cover their bases. ❝ I thought he might still appreciate these though. ❞

If this stranger did, then surely that means they’re good enough. Right? Eyes lift, bright and curious as they ask in just as conversationally a tone, ❝ Are you upset about something? Your expression looks… mad. ❞ 「 ☆ 」

#canon-fcdder #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴅᴇꜰᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴘᴜɴɪꜱʜᴇꜱ; ᴏɴʟʏ ᴅᴇꜰᴇɴᴅꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Gale IC 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴜꜱᴛ ʀᴇꜱᴏʟᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ꜱᴛʀᴏɴɢᴇʀ ❞ ◌ ᴅᴀɴɢᴀɴʀᴏɴᴘᴀ ¦ 「 Gale 」#the-ultimate-muses #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴜʟᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴇᴍᴛ ❞ ¦ 「 Kyle 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪꜰ ʏ'ᴀʟʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ; ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴀꜱꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀᴛ? ❞ ¦ 「 RP 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ’ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ; ɪ ᴀᴍ ʟʏɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」

It wasn't a side very many people got to see of the rebel, this softer, more refined side from before his title, from before the pain of losing his family, but not because he never showed it. No, people just didn't often care enough to see it, or even believe it was a part of Xander in the first place. It was a rare moment, finding him in the music room, eyes closed as he skillfully played out a tune he'd clearly played many times before, the rebel not noticing he wasn't alone in the room until opening his eyes after the last cord faded away.

"Fuck-" Curse choked and sudden, it was paired was the chime of his hands pressing numerous keys at once as he jumped, the red head nearly falling off the stool for the piano in his fright. "Sorry! Sorry, I just...didn't know you were standing there." A sheepish laugh and a friendly grin, his one eye darting to the floor before meeting the stranger's. "Am...I in your way?"

There wasn't often anyone else in the music room at this time of night, hence why the pianist chose to go now - and yet here someone is. Though she isn't as upset as she normally would be, since this doesn't seem to be the normal person using it as a place to goof off in. No, this is someone who's actually using the space as it's intended purpose. They're creating music.

And as such, Kiko finds herself getting lost in their playing, leaning against the door frame with her eyes closed as she just.. listens, swaying along with the notes.

Though, when the other stops, the curse leaving his lips, there's a soft giggle that leaves hers. "Don't worry about it, almost no one ever comes in this late. How would you know I was coming?" She hums a sound out, thinking for a moment before shaking her head as she makes her way towards the piano. "No, not in my way. You play beautifully, you know."

#so wed better try to match her speed >> Kiko Fujita #offerings >> asks #the-ultimate-muses

"I'm fine! Promise!!" Typically, when someone simply bumped into you, it was not considered fine when your patched covered eye started to bleed. "This just...happens sometimes?" Sad part? That wasn't even a lie.

@the-ultimate-muses !!!

"Fine", my ass, dude!!! Y-Y-Your eye is fucking BLEEDING!!! I'm so sorryyyy!!!"

Takashi knew he accidentally bumped into him pretty hard, but he never thought that hard where it'd make the guy's eye bleed! "Sometimes?!" That hardly made him feel better to hear! But he couldn't just do nothing! So frantically, he tells him: "C... ! C-Come on, I'll take you over to the infirmary! Even if someone might not be there, they've got first aid kits!" Scrambling in his pockets, he takes out a cloth for him. "Cl-Clean the blood off your cheek for now with this until we get there!!!"

#JHVNFHKDJNKJD XANDER ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THAT BUDDY!!!!!#BUT YES gives u my dumb son HEHE :3c HELP HIM TAKASHI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#Takashi answers;;#the-ultimate-muses #💻 || ic: takashi;;