#willcwswept

[gcdlsskxng]

'hit or miss?' with a flick of the wrist, he downs four more men with butter knifes. 'i guess they never miss, huh?'

@willcwswept | here, are you happy now.

    ❝ You got a boyfriend, I bet he doesn’t kiss ya ( mwah! ) ❞

    two can play at this game.

    ❝ He gon’ find another girl and he won’t miss ya ❞ 

[lunartxger-arc]

@willcwswept | cont.

    ❝ Do you...need something? ❞ 

    Question hanging off his tongue just after being practically yanked into the shadows of the alleyway with as much strength as the stranger could muster. This exchange wasn’t a usual occurrence for the were-cub; much less the suspicious nature of the man hiding out in a place such as this & calling out to him ( not to mention the frantic nature of hidden eyes darting side to side ). If it hadn’t been for noticing the man one other time at the after part at the detective agency: Atsushi would’ve been more wary about what could transpire. However, that wasn’t the case here, he was more concerned about what had been going through the other.

[formichaos]

> @willcwswept​ )

            “  We~ll Nyo  ,  ho  ,  ho  !  Look at what I found                 something FAMILIAR .  ”

[lunartxger-arc]

'what elegant long claws.' squishes his paws. (from seb)

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     ❝ U-uh… are you sure you should be…so close to them? ❞ 

    not the sort of reaction he had been expecting from someone ( maybe it was his fears speaking but having someone practically fawn over claws was not—a standard response ). though the bigger point to focus on was the fact the other had squished his paws...more so the soft portions of them as if he were a large cat. that was the strangest part of this entire exchange. ❝ sir, this is making me uncomfortable, please stop. ❞ he tried to muster in the kindest voice he could muster.

[lunartxger-arc]

smooches the tiger's nose (from seb)

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     ears twitched; nose crinkled at the action. this was far too kind of a gesture! though even the beast could notice immediately that this was no human—what was he? he could not tell nor voice the opinion out loud. for now, he was content with the strange affection while the night was still there & contentment was filling fur ( the need to be violent not crossing the mind as this strange man had shown kindness towards the host some time ago ).

[lunartxger-arc]

'why, hello. where has this gorgeous masterpiece of nature been all my life?' (from seb)

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     ❝ Um…I think you have the wrong person…or animal in this case? I’m no masterpiece, especially not a gorgeous one at that. ❞ i

     f self doubt could materialize into a living person—it would more than likely be the werecub. he could barely understand how anyone could view him as anything but average at best. the most notably feature he could point to that were pretty by comparison were his eyes ( shades of purple & gold blending together weren’t exactly common ). but never could he picture himself as anything more visually appealing; though he was flattered slightly from the strange compliment. ❝ But, thank you? ❞ 

[lunartxger-arc]

he makes it rain chazuke (from seb)

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     that is a lot of chazuke... 

     more than enough to feed him for a few weeks if he doesn’t somehow inhale everything in sight. definitely more than enough to share with everyone else at the agency ( if anyone humors him long enough to eat it that is ). at the same time: he should question how this much ochazuke had appeared in the first place. was it a strange new ability he’s never encountered? highly likely it to be the case. but is he going to question it?

     ABSOLUTELY NOT!

     instead he’s going to immediately get as much as he can! priorities are at an all time high! he’s going make a mental note to thank the strange man later.

[wecsper]

          “this is it. this is...the  one .”

     now, teru’s  gaudy  fashion sense was bound to get him in trouble someday, but this was particularly atrocious. unbelievable, really. he held up to the light a pair of highlighter bright sweaters with sleeves  meant  to be twice the length of an actual arm, the body patched together with an assortment of unrelated fabric like plaid, suede, and cotton. he practically had  stars  in his eyes looking at them, eyes drifting towards the footwear section like he had the chance to find sneakers to match.

          “we  have  to get these.” // @willcwswept. sc.