#whiskeysmultimuse

[sayonaradumbass]

when it gets hard || sentence starters.- no longer accepting!

It wasn't often that he trusted anyone older than him as Ash was often harmed by adults in his life. But something about this guy seemed like he legitimately just wanted to help out. But deep inside there was still that doubt. He'd just met the guy and he was already offering Ash a place to catch his breath? Suspicious. "And why is a stranger like you determined to help someone like me?"

He's seen, and heard, plenty about the Lynx. It is, all of it, troubling. Badou tries to shove back the sympathy, the pity, in his chest, at someone so young-- no, no. He'd been young once, too. What use is it to feel sorry for this young man's youth now? That isn't helpful.

Maybe he's just being selfish.

The info broker shrugs, lights a cigarette.

"I wouldn't say determined-- you can tell me to fuck off and it'd be no big deal. I just figured you wouldn't mind eyes not on you for once."

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[queenharumiura]

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Was Haru convinced? No. Did she instead find him acting as casually as possible to be somewhat suspicious? Yes, somewhat. She looks him over critically and notices the suspicious red on his shirt. She steps closer to him and smells his shirt and smells blood, a smell familiar to her.

Was this his blood? Was it the blood of another person? Was he hurt bad? Was he being stubborn and wanting to deal with this on his own? She holds him by the elbow and she starts leading him away from the eyes of others.

“Is this your blood? What happened?” There was no universe in which he could play this off and have her not worry like a hen over this. He could try, but he’d have to be prepared for a fight.

[medicus-mortem]

   Law just shoves Franky aside and slaps down a female anatomical chart before the reindeer. “You got a hole in your education, Tony-ya, and it’s time that someone with actual medical knowledge fixed that,” he says, tone very serious.

[astrcthesiai-archived]

@whiskeysmultimuse || Send 🌷 for a soft starter. ((shoreiji))

While everyone else was out, Shorter had been put on Eiji-sitting duty. Eiji sat next to Shorter on the sofa while they had tea served by the housekeeper. They had finally made it to the address where Banana Fish was supposedly made in California but had run into Yue.

Was it Yue-long or Yue-lung? Eiji was not sure about the young man, but he let them stay at home. According to Shorter, Californians usually would let a new person/new friend stay with them. It was considered good hospitality. Eiji found the tradition odd, but no one hesitated when they were allowed guest rooms. The old housekeeper was very nice, and Yue-long seemed okay, but he was sure everyone else was on their toes.

There was a lull in activity, and Shorter seemed very tired, so Eiji smiled. He reached up to his shoulder and patted it. "You can rest here if you want," he said. He scooted closer to Shorter.

[queenharumiura]

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Haru had seen that he was in a tree from afar and didn’t think much of it. Possibly a cat stuck in a tree that he was trying to help. Maybe a kid had lost a toy up there and he’d climbed up there to get it out. At least, those are some of the reasons she’d climbed a tree for- and only got stuck because she belatedly remembered she was wearing a skirt. Good times, good times…

She saw him fall out of the tree, and she was worried that he’d hurt himself. Judging by the way he’d pulled his sleeve down and tried acting as if nothing had happened, she was going to guess he was embarrassed by what happened. As much as she understood that this may have been part of a guys bravado—she wasn’t going to let it pass. “Good evening, do you mind if I take a look? It would be bad if it were broken, right?” If the injury wasn’t anything major, surely they could call in a favor to Ryohei to fix up his injury? A true shame she didn’t have a strong affinity for the sun flame herself.

[queenharumiura]

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Haru had always suspected this would happen eventually, with his continued exposure to loud sounds from either gunfire or his own explosives. Damage to his hearing was to be expected, but to witness it firsthand when he can barely hear her was an experience she didn’t think would happen so soon. She started to panic at the thought that from this incident that he could be deaf, and it would be because of her no less.

She can’t seem to form any coherent sounds or words from her panic, and that should be obvious if he had any skills at lip-reading. She finally makes a hand movement to denote he should wait a moment. She rummages through her bag and pulls out some earbuds and puts them into his ear and starts playing music. She researched that a lot of patients suffering from tinnitus have found that music, particularly classical passages that didn’t have wide variations in amplitude helped. She looked into what some patients recommended, and she had a separate folder inside of her phone set aside, just in case. She’d hoped to never have to use it, though. Not like this.

She didn’t know if this would help him at all, but she hoped it would. The fear that he’d go deaf, the anxiety of the situation itself and the guilt of this happening because he was helping her was too much at the moment and she couldn’t help but cry. He probably couldn’t hear her, and he wouldn’t be able to read her lips since she looked away from him, but she kept muttering ‘I’m sorry’. She was panicked.  

[queenharumiura]

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Haru was basically buzzing with excitment and energy. Just thriving off the immense relief to be back home. Could she be blamed after everything she'd just been through? She just returned from the future, (a wild concept to think about, no?) and it was nice knowing that such a scary future wasn’t in store for them anymore. She was back home with her family, and she had a newfound appreciation for—everything.

She notices someone smile in her direction and she nods her head as a greeting. She pauses when she notices the cuts on his hands. “Oh no, you’re injured. Haru started carrying a mini first aid kit with her, so she can help you.” She started carrying one because the boys (in particular Lambo and Tsuna) were getting hurt, so she wanted to be prepared. You know, just future mafia boss wife things~

“If you don’t get treated, it can get infected.”

[queenharumiura]

“ Who am I to you? ” (From Gokudera)

Send “ Who am I to you? ” to hear my muse describe their relationship with your muse/how they perceive them as a person. ||Accepting||

Haru was fuming mad when a couple of friends jogged right up to her. “Eh? Jerk? Oh- no no no, don’t do that. I know how it looked, but I wasn’t being harassed by some hoodlum, don’t get the police involved for something like this.” Gokudera and Haru always fought, it was like… their thing. She swore it felt like Gokudera would die if he didn’t try to get under her skin at least once a day. Well, it’s not like she couldn’t say the same, because she would also rile him up on a near daily basis, and sometimes it was because she was being petty and was getting back at him for pissing her off the day prior. Guilty as charged… “Despite his roughness, he’s not exactly a jerk.” A weak defense, but—he did have his jerk moments! She’s not going to lie!

She had just stormed off after having a fight with Gokudera and her friends had witnessed it from a couple blocks away and they’d jogged to catch up to her. She did appreciate the fact that her friends were concerned enough that they were thinking to find a stationed policeman to ensure that Haru was safe from being harassed. It was a relief that they thought to clarify the situation with Haru first before simply going through with it. It would be embarrassing to have to explain to the officer that it was just daily habit for them so there wasn’t anything to be concerned about. “Eh? Is what ‘him’?” Haru looks at her classmates with a dubious look. “Ah… yeah, that’s him. The one I’m always fighting with. He’s so rude and mean to me for no reason. It’s like my existence is an offense to him.” She mumbles, puffing a single cheek in aggravation.

The girls huddled closer to each other and started whispering among themselves, but Haru could still hear them. She nods along with some of the things they were saying. Yes, Gokudera is someone who is wasting his talents, because he could be applying himself in school, but he has a track record of leaving early or having an attitude with the teachers. A shame, because she can tell how smart he is. For the academically inclined girls the Midori students were, it was a true shame. A moment of silence for the potential.

Can’t deny that he acts and looks like a punk. They’re not wrong there. Ah… his looks strikes again, huh? Imagine that? Gokudera may start having a fan club over at Midori as well as Namimori. There is a twinge of annoyance that she feels, but she dismisses it in favor of listening into their chatter. That’s right, despite how he appears, he’s the diligent and devoted type, like a puppy. They sure remember what she’s said well. Makes her wonder what they remember about the rest of the Vongola crew. Mhm, he’s got a nasty temper sometimes, and it fits his vibe. “He has his moments though, it’s not like he’s always so rude and mean.” She interjects.

She dramatically rolls her eyes at the look they gave her, “Sorry sorry, continue your deliberation. Haru will be a quiet stranger.” Do they start speaking any quieter? Nope. They’re doing this on purpose to mess with her, she swears it. It’s true, he fights with Lambo a lot, but he’ll always be one of the first to try to protect him when danger comes around. He was very protective of his friends, and that’s what made him reliable. You could feel safe around him. Well, if you ignore heightened blood pressure being one of the side effects. This has her realizing just how much she’s talked about her friends at school. Maybe she should stop doing so as often from now on.

“Hm? Yeah, we fight a lot, but I know he cares. He’s my friend.” She makes a face at the look they gave her. “What’s with that look? What do you mean you feel sorry for him? HAH? I have to figure it out myself? No, tell me now! Hey! Get back here!” They’ve come to a unanimous decision. Their friend is dumb. She didn’t see it since she’d stormed off, but they did see something—and that was the sole reason why they didn’t contact the police right away. They caught up to Haru to make sure of a few things. There is at least a 95% chance that this guy liked their dense friend, and she was always too upset to see it. It’s her bull-headed stubbornness, you know? Poor guy… but he could stand to learn to be gentler.

They wish you luck.