Zeitgeist

He carries stars in his pockets because he knows she's afraid of the dark and whenever sadness pays her a visit, he paints galaxies on the back of her hands. Indi. Multi-OC rp blog.

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The thing that made Mizuki a bigger asshole than the others was that, he was actually aware of his own displeasing personality, but he can never be bothered to change it. He saw no point in treating people gently and kindly as he believed that humans were naturally cruel, some where just better in handling their cruelty. In that regard, he falls to the faulty side who knew naught of a way to control his.

Her fury only fueled him, allowing him to munch on three pieces of fries without feeling disturbed despite the intensity of her stare.

“Maybe it’s because of people like you.”

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“People like me?” She raised one brow, only to heave a sigh and let go of the concentrated anger showing on her face. Instead she reached out for some fries herself. Watching others eat always made her hungry. Or greedy. That’d be up for others to decide. 

“Yeah, you poor soul, mistreated by society, though I have to admit I feel honored that you’re giving me so much credit.” 

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Oh, did that render her astormed? How amusing. To think that a person like her could possibly find a simple change in behavior to be worth the scowl. He seized his own beverage and pricked the straw at the opening. He didn’t like pineapple juice, but he didn’t want to settle for soft drinks either. A cross of his legs and he shot a glance at her face, then back to the table where some fries where laid out along with the burgers. He could only hope this woman didn’t mind what was served. She’s not exactly worth the more expensive menu.

“Well then, thanks for nothing.”

A waste of time again. God, when will she actually stop bothering him?

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What? Was he offended now because she didn’t listen to his ridiculous way of requesting things? She squinted, hard, eyes almost closed and her nose wrinkled in disgust. 

“If you want something, you might want to consider changing that shitty attitude.” She was trying to be nice. He wasn’t. Clearly wasted effort. With a quick move of her arm, she grabbed the milkshake again, furiously biting down the straw, still glaring at his annoyingly unaffected face with her leg shaking in a unrythmic motion. 

“What kind of childhood drama made you turn into such a hardass.”

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Never. Surely the meaning of the word itself was lost on her. An exhausted sigh and he pretty much did the same; lean closer and meet her gaze intently– if only to give off the vibe that he’s agreeing with what she was thinking. He lifted his arm to press his index finger against the softness of her wet lips (gross actually) and shut his eyes for a few seconds.

“Ah…” he breathed. “You can begin by shutting the hell up.”

Pulling his arm away, he tilted the side of his head and smiled.

“Now, I want you to apologize for before.”

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She was taken back by his sudden change of attitude. Actually ceasing her brows, smile fading when she looked down at his hand in front of her face, back into his face, a blink, two, three. 

“What the-” She quickly leaned back on her chair again, arms crossed in front of her chest, confusion quickly replaced by anger. “What is your damage?” Almost a mere mumble, glaring at him in response to his stupid smile. “Who do you think I am, ordering me around like that, jerk.” She clicked her tongue. “I don’t even know what you want me to apologize for, so how about-” She took an artistic pause, tilting her head with a smile, imitating his pose.

“No fucking way.” 

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There was an attempt to prevent himself from sighting the sides of her bare neck, a small one at that. He never did truly understand the excitement that filled men when met with the opposite sex. Perhaps it was best to say he was a little bit inexperienced in that regard, not like his current company has to know about that embarrassing fact. A roll of the eyes was given as a kind response and he wasn’t even trying to hide his own dismay. She was disappointing from the very start. How big of a fool he was to think this reunion would be anything but unsatisfying.

“You did. Truly.”

A faint slam atop the table and his eyebrows twitched, but the thin straight line in his lips did not curve in the slightest.

“Don’t mess with me.”

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“Mess with you?” A smirk and she leaned over the table again, arms crossed on the surface, using them to push herself closer in his direction and looking up into his face with narrowed eyes. “I would never!” Her voice was a low chime, lips still curled into a smile, smile. 

“If you actually want me to make up for something, how about you stop being vague and just tell me what you want. Save us both some trouble, would you?”

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Eyes hollowly observed the contents of her drink through transparent plastic cup and how much it lessened and lessened as she went along with her unstoppable mouthing. His mother was never this loud and if she was, his father would think about shutting her up with a simple glare. Fortunately or unfortunately depending on whose viewpoint, he didn’t see himself intimidating enough to be capable of such a thing. Slender digits tapped against the table with the sleeve of his shirt pulling and pushing at each knock. Wasting money was one thing. Hearing her whine all over his ass was another.

“You’re supposed to make it up to me today,” he reminded her with a tone barely condescending but the look on his face screamed otherwise. “So, perhaps you can start by telling me how.”

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Her eyes narrowed a little when he spoke up but soon enough she closed them completely, heaving a dramatic sigh and leaning back on her chair, both legs pulled up into a tailorseat. “Hey now.” Tilting her head to the side her neck gave a silent but very satisfying snap and she opened one eye to muster him again. 

Stick up his ass just like the first time she met him. 

“Can’t I get some points for effort already? I mean, I got you to come here, that has to be worth something.” Her voice raised in the end, almost as if asking, not that she was. Not asking for anything, really. And if he was expecting her to actually try and make up for whatever petty thing he was upset about in the first place - 

Trick, think again. 

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“Well then.” 

Here they were. Somehow. Sitting at a shared table of a cheap fast food chain restaurant. “Thanks for the treat.” Not that it was entirely his decision. Enough pushing and a little bit of persistence - which she had more than enough of - and he’d part with those few bucks for a milkshake and a burger. 

Her elbows resting on the surface, slouched over with her chin placed in her palms she started chewing on the straw, watching him closely. “What now.” Not really her place to ask, since it may or may not have been entirely her doing that they found themselves in this exact situation right now. 

“What does someone like you do when they get bored anyways? Glare at people? Complain? A nice stroll on the beach?”

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Not far.

Face tired. Her head drops back down.

“Okay.”

Maybe haircut soon. Maybe not.

But food. Fish? 

Curious, curious. Soft pattering of bare feet on sand.

Follow.

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A misunderstanding. Not that he realized. Or she.

A nod. He started walking up the sandy beach to the road. 

Pitterpatterpitterpatter. A look to the side, to her feet. No shoes.

“Cold?” Road to the town. Another stomach rumble. He takes off his cardigan, holding it out to the side, her side. 

Common sense. Social standarts. 

“Here.”

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Can’t go far. No salt water. No ocean.

A handful of sand. A handful of water. She lets them both go.

Rises.

Tall. Look up. “Far?”

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Tiny. She’s tiny. Like a flower. A small one. 

He feels like bending down. He doesn’t.

“Mm.” Both hands in his pockets. Eyes closing, body swaying. Still drowsy.

He tried to think if he knew anything closer than the town. But quickly stopped again. Not in the mood to think. He looked at her again, shook his head.

"No.” 

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What a strange noise. Air through her nose, a laugh.

“Problem?”

A tilt of her head.

Certainly not the storm. Though the noise could pass for one.

Sand clinging to her skin, she sits.

Watches.

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“Mmm.” A hum of agreement. 

He turns his face, cheek squished against his knee. Blinking at her through sleepy eyes. 

“Food.” He slowly used his hands to search the pockets of his sweater. Nothing. His brows furrowed a little, shoulders slumping. 

“Mmm.” A hum of dissatisfaction. 

He got up. Sand in his shoes. It’s alright. 

Stretching. Tilting his head. Looking at her.

“Wanna come?”

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A storm.

She wakes before the clouds roll in.

The tide is up to her calves.

Oh? Oh. Human. Still here.

But storm. Certainly they didn’t have the lungs for water.

A gentle poke against his cheek.

“She’s angry.”

The ocean, of course.

“High tide.”

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Blinking. The sun was gone. Cold, a little. His legs. Cold.

“Unn.” 

He sat up, looked. Wet. High tide? Yeah. 

He pulled his legs close, arms wrapped around, chin on his knees.

A yawn.

Followed by a grumble from his stomach. Small but loud in the silence.

“Nnn-”

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Alright, the human says.

As though the ocean had not already accepted him with open arms.

No matter.

She puts her head back down against the sand.

The waves lap at her toes.

From the ocean they rise. Back again.

…

Zzzz…

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She’s asleep.

A few more minutes of watching the stranger. Listening to her breath. 

In sync with the sounds of the ocean. 

Gentle.

Calming.

Nice.

Zzz.

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“Here.”

Ocean. Waves. Seagulls that peck a little too hard.

Of course here, where else?

“Yours, now, too.”

If his home is everywhere.

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“Mine?” 

He blinked. Listened. Watched her.

Minutes pass. 

It was nice here. Quiet. 

“Alright.”

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The corners of her lips feel tight. 

A smile?

It’s been a while. Like an old friend. 

Just a little one. 

“They smell like home.”

An interlude with sand and waves.

“Where is ‘home’?”

His, of course. Humans couldn’t breathe underwater.

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“Home.” Repeat. He didn’t like home. 

Not the one assigne to him anyways. Noisy. Busy.

“Anywhere.”

A pause.

“Everywhere.”

He rolled to the side, head padded by his arm now. Looking at her.

“You?”

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Indeed, the weather is quite nice.

She knows differently, of course.

“A storm is coming.” 

Sleepy humans are quite silly and unaware of these things.

It’s quite alright.

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“Oh.”

He raised one arm to cover his eyes.

Shifting a little. 

His leg fell asleep.

“Storms are nice too.”

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Awake.

Blink.

…

Some time passes.

Maybe a lot.

“Hello.”

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A nod.

Bright. The sun is bright.

Closing his eyes again. 

“Okay.”

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Eyes open again. A glance to the side.

Still there.

“Nice weather.”

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Zzzz

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Oh?

Oh!

Flop.

Zzz…

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???

!!!

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“Hi.”

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Zzzz