#zangyo

[darabeatha]

@zangyo replied : for ozy it is a secret (not really)

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ ―eeeeeehhh?? is that for me? No don't worry, I'll save you the trouble then, rider.❞ -YOINKS chocolates from his hands-

[zokus]

for @zangyo

Your game? Abysmal. It comes in ebbs and flows. The charisma varies from an addictive acquired taste to somehow able to draw in an entire room. Not that it keeps the starving artist from making a valiant attempt. Come on! Look at him! He's just a little guy! Just spent his last bit of coin for the week on bumming half a box of cigarettes' from someone a few blocks down and now he needs to get the taste out of his mouth. What Yakumo does have going for him though is that, as of this moment, he's fully clothed. It gives him some public decency points that tends to get subtracted at any other social drinking junction. Now his targets are usually young women looking for some clown to be entertained by, or some men that have a similar civil disobedience vibe like himself. But what's a couple drinks between a handsome late 30 - something who's actually 20 - something and exhausted; and an early 20 - something bound to art school debt until his body is desiccated on the studio floor? Also you're buying the drinks because your salary looks way hotter. He's already been eyeing you and there's no hesitation once he decides to act. "Hey~ You wanna be a patron of the arts?"

[chikyodai]

@zangyo | sc

     ―       " Don't know. But I do know she looks at me likes she's gonna eat me. "     a large bite of bread stifles any remaining questions he may wish to ask, but the only thing directly on his mind was the woman who had just left ― that strange woman who only seemed to soften around this Nanamin. Uneasy, for once.    " Are you positive she's not a cursed spirit too, Nanamin-san? "

[kuraikyu]

@zangyo : "Are you happy, Geto-san?" It was a simple question with an equally simple answer. At least, one would think that is the case. However, because of this, giving a yes or no answer would not take a second or two. He watched and waited for a response, mainly taking note of how long it took for Geto to say anything at all.

ㅤ𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 somewhat fresh. Sudden outreach met with raised brows and resulted in collapse of sheeted thought eluding from the mirth of collective. Has eye of sentry noticed by his lack of socializing gestures, that there was something strange going on within; something he tried to keep from emerging at any cost?

'' Hm? '' Strode cradled by innocence - gentle hum produced a tint of surprise lacing Suguru's tone when he peered to process if Nanami truly means what just asked. But of course, Nanami's gaze followed him this entire time, ever since they entered the fast-food corner, and until there was an adequate moment for him to proceed with ask. Such keen detective his Kōhai was ... one day he shall become a remarkable Sorcerer. Suspicious factor sure had to be when Satoru and Haibara started throwing fries at each other over Geto's head, and he barely reacted. Vision of crowned Special Grade settled ward his hand and the sound of a plastic cup's bottom clattering against the hardwood of the table. Whatever script occupied the curse manipulator's thought goes by the board, wondering now if it was Nanami's own initiative directing his steps or someone's else secretive nudge — either way, it mattered little at the moment.

Haunted by narrative. Happy ... there was something inexplicably gnawing on him & preventing him from answering easily. The worst part? He did not know how to truly grasp it and was terrified to ask himself the question what it was.

Needless was his current worry, maybe he was even too pointlessly concerned about how to squeeze it out of himself without cutting a few timbres to these measures.

Geto wanted to ask Nanami something as well but —— he was now their Senpai, wasn't he? And he was supposed to be a good example for them. So he bit back any apropos of the initiative along with what wished to come out. His next sip of cola was nevertheless denser.

After a polite amount of time an opportunity liberated chance to present an instant lie. '' There's no reason for me to not be happy, '' he only partly mentioned, hoping he said enough at last in twenties of seconds and even laminated uncurling smile from twitching lip-corners for a better emphasis, though it was difficult. But Geto's final words would turn to the matter of prior inquiry, '' Don' t worry it's just — I think ... I overstuffed myself with bigger portion than I could handle. '' He frowned upon the unfinished quarter of Burger ... made by ...

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ... /𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐲𝐬/.

ㅤㅤ

[uzumcki]

@zangyo​ replied: 

Questions.

       “You should share these questions of yours, Kento.”

[dcwnrisen-aa]

sleepless nights mean nothing when it comes to you. | mini drabble.

one would question arsenio's sanity, showing up on nanami's doorstep, shoulders drenched from the rain and glasses fogged up. lightning zips across the sky, thunder making it's presence known a second latter and the demi-god wonders why he chose to come here. the man looked like he had been sleeping, or rather just falling asleep. it'd have been best to let him be but arsenio couldn't sleep until he saw him. til he saw him whole, in one piece because he had terrible dreams and couldn't stand another second within cool sheets. not until he could touch nanami with his own hands and know that it wasn't real.

his name is on the sorcerer's lips but arsenio moves forward, encapsulating the man into his arms, holding him tightly, lips pressing themselves into the top of his hair. he's not entire sure how long he held the other man but when he lets go, one hand gently cups nanami's cheek, thumb brushing back and forth over his bottom lip as he sighs out a quiet breath.

❝ ━ i know it's late, forgive me. ❞ there's an uncharateristic gruffness to his voice, his words rumbling forth, ❝ ━ you occupied my thoughts so much that i had to see you or i couldn't sleep. ❞ the demi-god is forever in awe of the sorcerer's beauty, as if he were carved by deities, smething specially made. lips quirk at the thought. said lips find themselves pressing to nanami's forehead a moment later, lingering there to inhale his scent, a remind that he's alive. that he's there and nothing he dreamt of was real. ❝ ━ Σ' αγαπώ. ❞ he whispers the words fondly, in quiet reverence before pulling away completely. ❝ ━sleep well, ilie mou.❞

something soft for @zangyo

[unwcvering]

@zangyo​ replied:

"I could always pick you up something to eat, Velvet-san."

       There is quite the difference between a grand celebration with sweets and offering to bring someone food. If El-Melloi II were to choose, he would pick a quiet meal with relaxing company. Gloves hands folding beneath his chin, he hums thoughtfully at the offer. “You are considerate, Nanami, but do not trouble yourself. You must have more prying matters than being a delivery person. Ah, and please address me as Waver.” 

[muriokusho]

@uzumcki​ said (inbox) : "Do you have to go on a mission today? Couldn't you stay in Kento's bed with me all day instead?"

Satoru hums as he gets dressed in his usual attire, peeking over his sunglasses into the mirror to see Suguru sitting up in bed; Kento-chan still asleep next to him. Satoru did tire him out last night, it was to be expected. “I could... But the trip is to Kawasaki, near Sendai - I planned on visiting the Zao Fox village and bring something back from there as memory - plus there’s this shop nearby Ikuta park that sells one-of-a-kind sweets!! I want to share it with you so I’ll bring back lots of sweets.”

There is only so much stalling he can do, having already left Ijichi waiting outside Kento-chan’s apartment for half an hour at 5 AM in the morning--- “I promise I’ll be back in the afternoon? We can resume cuddling then.” He grins, turns around and does a little ‘tada’ to show off.

He would do a little twirl for extra show but there is not much room in Kento-chan’s bedroom to move so he will have to do it a next time. “I’ll be back soon, with presents!” He moves towards the side of Suguru and dips down to press a kiss against his lips, chaste to keep Suguru from wanting more and to leave him waiting.

“Next time I’ll cancel the mission and stay with you guys - maybe I’ll even bring home a fox from there!” Or two, can’t have it getting lonely, Satoru thinks, already planning ahead of bringing little furry friends along.