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❛ Another zetta moron, huh? ❜

he grabs the first set of supplies that he can find and waits for the newcomer to comes to him. if he knows that Premo is staring and yelling at Sho to go help the injured boy, then he’s pointedly ignoring them; the guy managed to make it all the way to the Warmhouse, he can make it a few steps more to the cot inside.

in fact, everything about Sho’s actions screams that he does not actually care about the well-being of anyone in here. even without his powers, he’d rather be out there fighting these monsters than be forced to help others in here, and it shows in how he grabs the boy’s arm too roughly and yanks it forward to inspect the wound. he takes a rag to the wound and the surrounding area to clean it, but in trying to be done with this quickly, he’s far too forceful.

❛ You idiots can’t keep from getting injured for even one nanosecond. ❜ if he notices that he’s only causing more pain to the injury, then he clearly doesn’t care.

@illusixnry

#illusixnry #( IC | CRUNCH ! )#( EIDO EVENT | VIVIENNE'S FESTIVAL 02. )#( oh god I am.....so sorry. )#( if this doesn't work please let me know? otherwise please feel free to go off on him. )#( or slap him or anything. he deserves it. )

to say that this was Sho’s least favorite job so far was a massive understatement. it’s obvious from every moment spent at the warmhouse would rather be spent somewhere else; maybe he can’t walk out and abandon this place ( he thought about it, he really did ) but nothing restricted him from complaining rather loudly about every thing he found disagreeable, which he does at every given opportunity.

unfortunately, he does this instead of actually listening to what the weird bird-kid ( they’re older than you, Sho ) is telling him to do. his first patient comes in and Sho is all confidence and and snarky comments right up until the patient sits on the cot in front of him. he takes the time to actually look at the wound, and right as he starts plotting out his next actions, he freezes.

when was the last time he actually treated a wound physically? ( never. )

it’s painfully obvious that he has no idea what to do first, but he refuses to voice any question about it. needing help from someone else, after all this? no way. he could figure this out. sho looked from the wound to the supplies, and back to the wound again.

fuck.

#eido open #( IC | CRUNCH ! )#( EIDO EVENT | VIVIENNE'S FESTIVAL 02. )#( I'm not here to do sho justice I just want to make him suffer. )#( but also help him or somebody's gonna get patched up all wrong. )

hey guys, I didn’t just immediately peace out after All That Mess I swear, I’m just getting a bit locked up with school ( finals are coming.. ) and my priorities are swapping all over the place. I’ve got One (1) starter and One (1) general open planned before the event ends; if anyone is interested in anything else ( or if you just wanna chat with me about things / watch me cry about sho ) then feel free to follow me on twt or add me on discord ( noumenaughty ♕#3435 ) - I promise I will answer 10x faster

#( OOC | VIA VI ! )#( I only ever remember to post at like 1am. )#( this does not bode well for my summer job that will make me wake up at 5am. )

ok, now that that’s out of the way, does anyone want a starter? sho has mandatory warmhouse duty, so theoretically he’ll help treat your wounds ( not that he really has any idea what he’s doing so be treated by him at your own peril ) or. yknow, anything else!

#( OOC | VIA VI ! )#eido rp ad #( I shove myself into another plane of existence now that This Guy has released me. )#( also yeah I'm in love with this icon now and I hate it. )

the boy had already come and gone and sho had long since been unbound, but the chains that held him now were so much more restrictive. fingers rub at the back of his neck, poking and prodding as if they could find the seal by touch alone and simply peel it off, as if the itch he felt from its presence could be soothed with just a scratch ( it can’t. ) he can’t tell exactly how much had passed since his sentence had been given, and that alone places enough worry that he forgets about the seal for a moment.

he had been proud of himself.

the composer was dead. the game was won. the ug was his.

he had been proud of himself… except nothing felt different. the euphoria from his success slowly ebbed away, and sho found himself still lost in this frozen landscape. there was no surge of power, no returning to shibuya for his victorious crowning. there was nothing but him alone in the snow.

( you are guilty of attempting to murder yoshiya kiryu guilty of attempting to murder attempting )

no.

pain shooting through his right hand jerks him out of his own thoughts, and he realizes that his fist had collided with the wall next to him. he stares at the fist as if it were something strange, something very foreign and not a part of him—it may as well have been detached for the way it acted of its own accord. he can’t remember the last time his body acted on its own. his pride was found in careful calculations, in patience to wait for just the right circumstances, in ensuring that every event played out exactly as he planned it and letting nothing stand in his way.

it lay in having control, which he was rapidly losing.

humiliated, stripped of freedom, of power, and now even his one victory—teeth gnash as his fist only presses harder against the wall, and sho is glad that no one can see him right now. it’s bad enough that he would be forced to help at this ‘warmhouse’ ( for he felt like rebelling against this punishment wouldn’t be wise, not now, not in this state ), but for anyone to see him like this, after this failure—

inhale. exhale. { crunch. }

he doesn’t know how long he sits there trying to collect himself, and quite frankly, he doesn’t want to know. this obviously wasn’t the game he thought it was. erasure was greeted with praise, not punishment, and the souls of the erased tended to not come back. that was fine. he didn’t know the rules of this place, this new game, it had been foolish of him to think otherwise. haste makes waste, and as much as he hated to admit it even to himself, he had messed up. that was fine. if he was going to keep up, he had to learn the rules of this place and obey them. he had to start all his calculations from scratch. that was fine.

he’d have to learn the rules in order to break them—and god, would he break them, no longer how long it took to get there.

#( IC | CRUNCH ! )#( god. oh god ok. )#( I'll make a tag for this later. slaps this down. )

#( OOC | VIA VI ! )#( office: a major event is pending. )#( sho: )#( see y'all in the next li )#( tbd. )

( please don’t worry, sho is being reported as we speak. )

#( OOC | VIA VI ! )#( sorry I haven't made a starter call but sho is about to get demolished by a god immediately. )#( if sho makes it out then we'll see ! )

END(COMPOSER)‌;

He should’ve known.

Like he thought, Minamimoto is smart. It only adds up with the rest of this encounter far, far too late. Joshua hears the gunshot ring out before it strikes his shoulder and he stumbles. A gross miscalculation on his part, vision already swimming as the pain rips through his body seconds afterwards. He grinds his teeth, though, in the end…

Does it matter what he does?

The next two bullets are dulled in approach by the blood rushing between his ears and the wound, one hand having moved to hold it before his abdomen is pierced. Joshua feels blood well up in his mouth and, to avoid choking, spits it out and dyes the snow.

His legs crumble and, for the second time, he finds himself with snow latching onto his eyelashes and the world hidden within white. Vision blurs entirely, a few twitches of his hands as if trying to move himself, to make any attempt to drag himself up and to someone that can help.

( Someone that can let him live a day longer.

Joshua can’t even find the strength to wipe the tears that freeze against his cheeks.

… Hey, Neku? I suppose I can see why you were so upset about being shot now. )

He gasps, twisting his head just enough to catch Minamimoto in his peripheries. The blur of a man is enclosed easily by the darkness and, before he can do much more than take a shaky breath out–

Joshua’s head falls into the snow and he goes still, glazed eyes peering towards the bunkhouses.

The gun falls, barely dangling from his fingers. The entire clip is empty, so there’s really no reason to keep it.

Not when he watches the Composer’s body crumple to the ground.

It worked.

He slowly walks over to the fallen Composer—ex-Composer, now—and squats beside him, relishing the moment. It’s never really mattered to him before who died, or how long they stayed alive for—how much they suffered—but this? This was a totally different story.

He leans in, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he whispers, his voice so low and controlled it almost felt like someone else’s.

❛ It’s a shame you won’t get to see the future Shibuya, huh? ❜

And he picks himself up and walks away.

#decompking #( THREAD | DECOMPKING 01. )#( IC | CRUNCH ! )#tw death #tw blood #( THREAD | END. )#( haha no life joshua. )

COMPOSER()‌;

Something’s shifted. Joshua almost feels his face falter in response to the ominous feeling nagging at the back of his mind once more. Remaining suspicious of others for a few years has done him well in some cases, but… why here?

Possibilities rise and he quells them. He’s gone about this flawlessly, hasn’t he? The confidence that hardly dwindles in the midst of this says that yes, he’s managed to twirl around any issues without the slightest bit of questioning.

( Enough. Stop thinking about this. Who are you, suddenly becoming antsy? Powerless or otherwise, you’re better than this. Get it together, Joshua Kiryu. )

Minamimoto’s sudden rise in voice nearly startles him, Joshua squinting at him before heaving a sigh and shrugging. “ I suppose that’s your long-winded way of telling me to take a hike? ” A breath out, the inkling of a smaller smile on his face. “ Suit yourself then. I’m sure I’ll catch you skulking around here another day. Have fun, Minamimoto. ”

With that, Joshua gives a wave and turns around, heading off once more back towards the bunkhouses.

Sho’s luck had to turn up eventually.

( Theory: If the Composer exists in a dimension, then he has access to his powers. )

His free hand falls away from his face, giving just a moment to watch the Composer take his leave. Of course he’d leave with all the hubris in the world, a carefree wave and no eyes on the enemy. In normal circumstances, he supposes, that probably would have been alright. But then again, if this were normal circumstances, Sho wouldn’t have this opportunity.

( By induction: The Composer could not be killed in Udagawa because of his powers, thus he cannot be killed now because of his powers. )

Only a few beats pass before Sho moves—again, he braces his shoulder, and again, he raises the gun, this time setting his sights on the Composer’s retreating back. If he missed now, if he was wrong, if he was too late to shoot, it would all be over. There wasn’t any going back from here, and he had to make sure this was perfect.

( Contradiction: There exist some dimensions where the Composer does not have access to his powers. )

His arm steadies, he focuses down the sights…

and he pulls the trigger once. Twice. Thrice.

( Inversion: The Composer does not have his powers, thus he can be killed. )

#decompking #( all I wanna do is [BANG BANG BANG] and a [BANG BANG] and a [BANG BANG BANG]. )#( THREAD | DECOMPKING 01. )#( IC | CRUNCH ! )

COMPOSER()‌;

“ Your beauty? It’s too bad I wouldn’t be alive to see it, wouldn’t it? I hope you have enough people on your side that will appreciate your vision. ”

Joshua finds himself internally relaxing as the barrel of the gun relocates to focus on the ground. Success! There’s a swell of confidence in his chest, eyes brightening ever so slightly with the relief that comes over him. Nothing changes outside of that, one hand resting upon his hip and the other dangling at his side as he leans on his right foot.

He raises an eyebrow at the mention of Angels (Sho knows nothing, but Joshua can’t help the mild itch of frustration that makes its home square in the center of his chest), reasoning out the letters to realize what it’s about. “ If you have your way, I’m sure you won’t. It would be a shame if I got bored while waiting for you to feel ready to challenge me again. Though, I suppose I could explore a cave, or check the library… this world holds an endless amount of possibilities. ”

Joshua enjoys Minamimoto, he really does. His tunnel-visioned ideas and the planning that goes into it all is impressive. He wouldn’t take his genius title from him; Megumi knew best when it came to the officers and field Reapers and all he heard and witnessed regarding the man was proven entirely correct. Knowing he could easily shut him down when the time came only added to it; there was an ending and an out always within reach because he held all the power.

( That isn’t true here, but at least the upper ground is under his feet. )

“ Don’t flatter yourself, Minamimoto. I’m far from worried about you. I just don’t want to do battle with someone who’s ready to keel over because he didn’t want to bundle up out of some misplaced pride. ”

A hum, Joshua giving mock contemplation for the answer.

“ 100%. What reason should I have to believe giving such trivial advice will make anything change? ”

❛ It’s a shame, isn’t it? ❜

The smile never dropped, even as the arrogance of the Composer climbed ( his climbed with it, but his was well-founded ). It didn’t matter what the kid thought now, none of it mattered. Let him have that moment for now.

An endless amount of possibilities was right; he was given one more life, and another chance, and he wasn’t gonna waste it. Gods help him if he’s wrong, if he failed ( and he almost laughed at the thought. Which would be more mortifying: facing failure against the Composer again, or being saved by gods he keeps denying? ). But the risk didn’t matter, the uncertainties didn’t matter, not when the reward was so great. It was a calculated risk, but at least he was good at math.

Sho was hardly listening to the rest of the boy’s answer; it didn’t have any value here, so it was garbage. Instead, he waited right until the end to cup his free hand around his mouth ( he missed his megaphone ) and yelled with enough energy to fool anyone into thinking that absolutely nothing was wrong with him.

❛ WRONG! The answer is ZERO, which is what your mass here should be equal to now! I’ve got numbers to crunch! ❜

#decompking #( it's th. erika I told you about it on discord. )#( square root of two. irrational. )#( erika. )#( THREAD | DECOMPKING 01. )#( IC | CRUNCH ! )

COMPOSER();

A sense of smugness falls clearly over Joshua’s expression. His bluff is working; Sho has no way to discount his words as anything aside from truth. He can see the tension that filters through the other, tilting his head a bit and narrowing his eyes in mild amusement.

This is going plenty well. His pride swells with each step around the truth he takes, dancing until he can dizzy the former Game Master into utter confusion. He can win this- getting out of this situation alive shouldn’t be a problem if he plays his next few cards properly.

Even with the barrel of the gun pointed towards his chest (to which is hand involuntarily twitches at), his smile doesn’t waver. “ Still as determined as ever to take my throne, huh? As annoying as it was towards the end, it’s almost admirable, ” Joshua muses. His attention focuses on his enemy’s shoulder briefly, a flash of the incident at Udagawa running through his head.

( … Neku won’t be too happy about Minamimoto’s presence either. )

“ I know you will. What would you be if you weren’t always working out the best way to kill me? If you find the answer any time soon, I’ll gladly take you up on an offer to battle.

It could help both of us avoid freezing in these horrendous temperatures. Not that I need much to avoid that, but… maybe you should change your fashion to fit. We’re not in Shibuya anymore, after all. ”

The twitch doesn’t escape him, not with the way his eyes are searching the Composer once, twice over for any small slip up, any slight weakness—any sign that he could dig beneath the skin as much as the other. His jaw finally eased up and a chuckle slipped between wolf’s teeth; no snarl follows, but it doesn’t need to.

( Isn’t it funny? The Composer, actually fazed by the barrel of a gun held to him; it’s certainly not the first time that’s happened. )

❛ Of course I’m still after it. I won’t stop until it’s my beauty that shines out over Shibuya. ❜

The gun stays between the two but the arm holding it relaxes; it falls lower and lower until it sets sights at the ground by the Composer’s feet. His point was made, there was no use holding this ‘worthless’ weapon up when both of them knew it was just a symbol, and nothing more. It couldn’t do anything, right?

( Isn’t it funny? The Composer, hiding in the wasteland, trying not to be spotted by someone who happens to be powerless. )

❛ Two Old Angels Skipped Over Heaven Carrying A Harp. I’ll try not to keep you waiting for too long, then. ❜

It’s almost a shame this kid had to be the one to take down. There was almost something enjoyable about their interactions. He’d yelled about the boy being dull before, but the truth was there wasn’t a single moment that wasn’t exciting about this chase. If anyone in any world was worthy of all the time and calculations spent getting here, it was definitely the current Composer. Sho’s whole face relaxes at this point, tension melting away as he regains his ever familiar cocky demeanor; the game started again, and he was finally ready to play.

❛ Heh! Worried about me? Pop quiz: What’s the probability of your survival if you keep trying to ‘help’ the enemy? ❜

It’s almost a shame that this game would be a short one. He thinks he might actually miss these taunts and on-edge conversations.

Almost.

( Isn’t it funny? We’re not in Shibuya anymore, after all. )

#decompking #( breathes in. breathes out. )#( are you glad I didn't add the square root of two joke. )#( THREAD | DECOMPKING 01. )#( IC | CRUNCH ! )

COMPOSER()‌;

His gaze flickers to the gun once more, forcing any idling feelings of tension from his shoulders. Showing fear will only give a telltale sign that he’s much less capable with the most he can do being to catch Sho off-guard and snatch the gun. It’s an idea he considers briefly before tossing it; getting physical isn’t in his best interest.

Joshua can’t help the smirk that grows on his face somewhat. His words dug a knife into a fresh wound, the blood showing clear in the way Sho’s expression shifts its tone. Spinning phrases and driving them into where it’s required at the moment has always been a talent of his and Joshua will be damned if he doesn’t take some sense of pride in that fact. “ I would’ve missed hearing you say that had you not told me that more than once already, ” he chimes.

( A way out has to open somewhere. )

“ Naturally, ” Joshua answers, folding his arms. “ However, breaks have to be taken every now and then to ensure the best results and pick our crop for the week. I’m already far ahead of schedule with what must be done, so taking time away from Shibuya is nothing. It’s only unfortunate that you arrived here as well and have ruined what could be a fine vacation. ”

He chuckles, brushing back part of his bangs.

“ I don’t think that’s any of your business, Minamimoto. Consider it a collaboration effort of sorts. As you know, I enjoy when our games are more than the standard. That’s why I let you live for as long as you did and why you’re still standing here now. ”

This is entirely too risky, but he’s already on this track and de-railing would be far too suspicious.

“ Haven’t you noticed, though? This place is more like the RG than the UG. You feel… significantly weaker than before. You’ve lost that power boost from the Taboo… almost a shame, really. Perhaps the Gods of this place in particular know of our previous showdowns? They don’t seem to be the most… accepting of violence, so it’s a wonder they gave you a gun. ”

A pause.

“ Maybe it’s to be a lesson in self-control? ”

The Composer was right. Sho hated that he was right; it meant that despite the change of venue, the situation between them was just the same.

No, the situation was worse—much worse. He had none of his powers and everyone knew it; bluffing about it wouldn’t help, even if that was his style. While the Composer relaxed, too comfortable with the knowledge that there was nothing Sho could do, Sho only tensed further with the same knowledge.

( Is this what it was like to fear death? Time to add it to the heap. )

❛ These gods are zetta morons then, just like everyone else! It doesn’t matter how many new variables there are, or how many times this experiment has to be repeated, even if I have to start from scratch— ❜ it’s here that he finally moves, left hand bracing his right shoulder as the gun slowly raises to aim at the other’s chest, ❛ —I will correct the deviations that keep saving you. ❜ He doesn’t aim to shoot, and he doesn’t expect the action to strike any immediate fear in the other. But this wasn’t just an idle threat, and if the Composer didn’t take it as the serious promise that it was—well, he’d find out soon enough.

❛ I’ll keep rearranging equations until I achieve my desired solution. ❜

You’re a dead man is left implied.

#decompking #( THREAD | DECOMPKING 01. )#( IC | CRUNCH ! )#( oh boy! oh! boy! )#( josh: show some self control. sho: ok I won't shoot all three bullets at once. )

COMPOSER()‌;

( His misfortune only stacks higher and higher. It towers over him. )

Hiding in plain sight has worked in the past, but he supposes Sho has a much more watchful eye and more control over this situation than his previous target. Joshua comes to a slow stop several feet away from the other as he speaks, keeping his back to the elder to keep from confirming any ideas he may have currently.

A gun versus someone with no powers and nowhere to run. He couldn’t escape a speeding bullet, especially with the ferocity that is bound to be behind it after Joshua’s final words to the Reaper back in Shibuya. He won’t regret what he’s said to Minamimoto; they should have rang true and he shouldn’t be haunting him in a place like this.

A shame that things tend to fall out of his favor rather quickly, hm?

Joshua rolls his eyes as Sho speaks, expecting that ever-present touch of mathematics and what not that latches onto his every sentence. He could find a way to change his voice, try and sound older than he is without turning to make the other believe he has the wrong person, but where would his pride be if that didn’t work? Fingers twitch in his pockets, boy looking to the sky for a moment and inhaling deeply before spinning on his heel.

( Face him with the same poised confidence as always. Scare him into thinking he can be taken out once more. )

“ Ask the deities that rule here for an answer. I am sure they will provide if you pray to them, ” he responds, quirking the edge of his lips into a smirk. A hum, giving the other a once-over before returning to making proper eye contact. “ Maybe your status as something similar to a cockroach in resilience has something to do with how you’re still here. I really thought that blast would have put you out of your misery! ”

The grin practically burst across Sho’s face as he finally lays eyes on the Composer once more. His finger twitches, but the gun stays at his side. His first attempt at Joshua’s life hadn’t gone so well, and his shoulder aches at the memory of the failed attempt. Clearly a gun wasn’t going to do much against someone who could stop bullets; Sho knew this, and yet the small flare of anger that lit itself inside of him said, “Hey—where’s the harm in trying?”

Of course, the sound of the other speaking stoked that little flare of anger into a full fire ( a nasty little reaction that he picked up after the failed shooting and had apparently only worsened since their meeting at the Shibuya River ), and the temptation to raise the gun and shoot now only grew with it. The impulses were harder to control when he didn’t have any data to rely on; the Composer was right in that he should have died last they met. A meeting like this was never in his original equation, and he wasn’t sure where to begin the calculations for his next move.

❛ Your opinions are garbage! CRUNCH! ❜ He kept his grin, but a clenched jaw was the one betrayal to his otherwise cocky demeanor, the one hint that the words had gotten under his skin. Anything could happen at this point, and he had little escape if another error popped up. He didn’t need to blow it by losing the one advantage he had here; he need more information, he needed more time—

( he needed the composer to slip up, just once. )

❛ Isn’t it the Composer’s job to run these games? ❜ It wasn’t just an attempt at jab back. The beauty of the Composer’s job was being the one in power—it was the whole reason he sought that job. And now he was being told someone else was ruling here? Not that he thought this frozen wasteland was in any way like Shibuya; but a game needed a Composer, and if this guy wasn’t it... ❛ Or did they find someone who wasn’t a 000 to take over? Someone actually worth praying to? ❜

#decompking #( ogh god this is like. the calm before the storm. )#( I'd say I'm gonna die but it probably won't be me-- )#( THREAD | DECOMPKING 01. )#( IC | CRUNCH ! )

sho minamimoto | the world ends with you

loud, proud, and way better than you

obsessed with math. this bleeds a bit into physics and computer science.

seriously, just listen to him talk. you’ll hate it.

he’s ambitious and intelligent, which is a dangerous combination most of the time.

it’s fine though, he doesn’t have his powers here

wait, he has a gun?

oh god why does he have a gun

joshua you have to run

oh god he’s got his airpods in he can’t hear me-

vi | oh, you know

she / her, 25, engineering major at college

also the one who loves the little blond thief

I swear to god I’m a serious rper

just a little chaotic.

#( OOC | VIA VI ! )#eido musetro #eido muntro #( back at it again-- )

decompking-blog

@zettaration

Joshua’s luck had to run out eventually.

A feeling falls over him, a chill running up his spine. He pauses in his tracks, eyebrows furrowing briefly while he fiddles with earmuffs. Joshua turns his attention forward, eyes falling on a particular figure some distance away. He’s not far enough to obscure his identity, a fact which leads to a revelation he doesn’t wish to have.

Sho’s approaching. There’s a gun dangling in his hands.

( Joshua, for what it’s worth, tries to formulate an idea for how to deal with a confrontation. )

… If that’s what it comes to. He slips his earmuffs around his neck, shifting his hat and shoving his hands into his pockets. If he can manage to simply avoid Sho until he has time to plan his way about Eidolon - or, better yet, get some power back - then he should do fine.

A breath in and he ducks his head enough to partially hide his face, walking fast to move past Sho.

( How unfortunate the man’s in the way of a safe trip back to his Bunkhouse. )

zettaration-blog

The gun hangs almost limply from Sho’s hands; his grip is nowhere near what it used to be, still a bit worn and disoriented from his ‘trip’. The trip that landed him not just in a foreign land, but in a foreign land without any of the power he worked so hard for before—calling the Noise, feeling Soul all around him waiting to be used, the corruption from the Taboo spreading through his body—it’s all gone.

He felt weak.

( At least this ‘deity’ was nice enough to leave him with his gun; it’s a shame he didn’t believe in other gods. )

The figure came into view, but they hardly registered on Sho’s radar. Whatever this second ( third? fourth? he’s lost count ) chance was, he wasn’t going to let it go to waste. There had to be something out in this quaint little village that would tell him what he needed to do next. He wasn’t going to sit here and rot, and he certainly wasn’t going to waste time on some yoctogram.

Except, as they passed by… something makes him look anyway.

( It’s really a shame, isn’t it? )

His last memories before coming to this world flash through his mind—the last face he saw back in the UG—the same ashy locks that framed that face, now peeking out from this one’s coat—

For the first time since arriving in this wintry hellscape, Sho grins.

❛ Heh heh... So this is just another game, huh? ❜ His hold tightens around the gun’s grip and he turns to give this ‘mysterious figure’ his full attention. About the same build, the same hair, and now that he was actually looking, it seemed awfully suspicious to be completely hidden from view from a stranger, didn’t it?

( Now to just draw him out. )

❛ Thought you were gonna retire me, but instead here I am as an element of this set — now, why is that? ❜

#decompking #( IC | CRUNCH ! )#( no comments from the peanut gallery! )#( just remember! this is at least 90% your fault! )#( THREAD | DECOMPKING 01. )