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❛ right…❜ he says in response, those words sticking to his mouth like tar ( or maybe that was the nicotine? ) . a long inhale&& the angels chest heaved a sigh as he tried to search for the right words he wanted to say. joshua was obviously choosing his words, because half of him was expecting some backhanded remark. it was probably not a good idea he didn’t.

❛ i’m…. i’m somethin’, j.❜ was what he managed to get out before flicking the ash off the end of his cigarette. ❛ work aside, i’m kinda feelin’ left out t’dry. s’real buzzkill. ❜ it wasn’t like what he was feeling was joshua’s fault. he had picked his own choices in life- accepted his punishment for his transgressions…. but damn was it hard.

❛ i’m tired. that’s what I am.❜

                he knows why , or believes he does , well aware that there are consequences for certain actions , for attempting to save a city and breaking heaven - set rules to do it and if he feels badly for anything it is that sanae is struggling  ---  but that is not enough to regret his actions and if asked . . .  if asked.  that is something he could do , a query he could make while he has some kind of a foothold in angel’s honesty and he’s tempted , truthfully , even if he feels he already knows the answer. 

                ❛  tired . . .  yes , i imagine you are with everything you have on your plate.  ❜      there’s a sigh , quiet , followed by a soft click of his tongue as attention averts downward , thinking ; chin raises once more , focus given back to barista and there’s a more somber air to his tone where bitterness once resided.  he’s still angry , still festers resentment  ---  but that’s not the point in this very moment nor is it the brunt of his emotions.      

                ❛  do you regret it ?  ❜

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    (   @deiryu .   )   —-    “    …    are  you  having  fun  ?    “    a  sincere  question  from  across  the  countertop  ,  where  akira  notices  the  patron  of  the  shop  beginning  to  mess  with  morgana  of  all  things  .   (   HANDLE  IT  YOURSELF  ,  MISTER  I  -  CAN  -  DO  -  EVERYTHING  !   )   despite  that  thought  ,  the  part  -  time  barista  seems  a  little  concerned  for  his  little  animal  companion  ,  although  his  lack  of  voice  for  it  works  against  him  . 

                he doesn’t much like most animals    (  cats are a grey area , come to find them more tolerable thanks to a certain angel  )    but he does like nifty little things that appear to be something different from what they are.  he can’t say he’s entirely aware of what the cat - like creature is but he is certain it is not a mere feline , mischief in the smile that forms o’er visage , fingers poking at petite paws , prodding at soft cheeks. 

                ❛  yes , actually.  you have quite the cat.  ❜

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hippestbarista .

「  im not accusing you of anything; but something is going wrong an’ you should be on top of things to know what it is, yoshiya. 」 there was a  bite to his voice; something sharp that cut though diamond. yet…. joshua wasn’t at fault. the kid had nothing to do with these unexplained accidents. they just had a nasty habit of taking their anger out on each other verbally when other methods of  coping weren’t helping ( his studio was full of canvas that had been other wised ruined from bursts of anxiety && irritation ).

「 there was another accident- twenty minutes ago. news is sayin’ there were 34 casualties; but it’s more like 41.」 he knew. he counted them. he could feel them; and it burned in his chest feeling these deaths happen.

he’d chalk it up to being unfortunate circumstances but this was the fifth unexplained mechanical failure in shibuya.  if it was happening all over tokyo; then he could understand that, but it wasn’t. 

「 it’s a bit’a v’a stretch but…you think those phantom thieves are connected t’all this?」

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               ❛  oh ?  you certainly seem to think i’m at fault for something if you’re going to pull that card.  ❜      lips purse , expression sharpening at the mere mention of a name , a dead one and had the matter at hand not been of actual importance he may have been more inclined to start a real fight about it  ---  but instead he allows it to sit , festering within confines of his stomach as acid bubbles at base of throat.  ‘ it’s just a name ’  some sensible little voice whispers in back of mind ; arms crossed , fingers tighten in the material of his shirt. 

                ❛  but that aside . . .  no , i don’t.  ❜      a pause.      ❛  not directly , at least.  it would surprise me if the incidents were entirely without connection , but i doubt they’re the ones causing all of this.  though i won’t rule out the possibility that they could be making things worse , either by their methods or from merely existing at current time.  ❜      it’s all guesswork for now , slowly gathered pieces of a puzzle with a picture still too broken to see in full but if he were to make an assumption here . . .  there’s reason to believe there could be similar methods involved , albeit different end - goals judging by the state of things.  what a pain. 

                ❛  if i had to take a guess . . .  someone rather selfish is pulling a few strings.  unfortunately i don’t have a name to give but i can’t be the only one who sees how someone would stand to benefit from this sort of thing , showing up one day to put a stop to it all , perhaps to be hailed as a hero.  though it’s still only a theory and one of many possibilities.  ❜

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ENEMIES . N  /  i  .  the blade he dangles o’er your back , the hands you’ve wrapped around his throat  (  the way your hands shake  /  his don’t  )  /  ii  .  gun smoke and a crown , clattering ; to the victor , the spoils ; to the victor , this infernal ache  /  iii  .  a ghost with hand outstretched  &  the rewinding hands of a clock ; an understanding , a promise , a feeling of relief. 

LOVERS . N  /  i  .  the sound of knife hitting the ground  /  your hands in his.  [ art ] [ personals do not reblog ]

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unsends :

im permanently emotionally damaged but it’s chill, I’m chill

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                ‘ an honest one ’  he’s tempted to say , but does not  ---  that’s only more likely to lead them around in circles he knows and as tempting as it would be to go nowhere , to start what may be an emotionally charged conversation and quickly backstep before it has the opportunity to bite him in the ass , he is the one that brought this up and while he may be loathe to admit it . . .  this is a conversation he wants to have , in some shape or form.  too many questions still linger , questions that bother  &  twist about in his gut , born from curiosity both innocent and not quite such  ---  this is a mix of both , he supposes , though nailing that bit of information down fails to mean particularly much. 

                ❛  personal.  if i wanted anything less i wouldn’t have bothered to ask at all.  ❜     and he waits , staring at lit cigarette and he has half a mind to tell him to put it out but thinks better of it ; not as though it’ll hurt either of them.

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give me a damaged god over something mighty any day, they know how to walk through hellfire and come out unscathed, breathing too hard, with a challenge for the world to just try and destroy them

church pew poetry || O.L. (via poetbitesback)

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There are some things you cannot control, and I am at least three of them.

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It takes and it takes and it takes

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- The sky looks wonderful, just like your smile.

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hippestbarista:

  BOUNCED ▬▬ @deiryu

❛ oh for FUCKS sake,❜he hisses, his hands dropping from his hips to his sides limply, a low groan pulling its self out of the angel. something was off- something big was off in the city  &&  it made sanae beyond anxious. it felt like something was happening to shibuya and it was beyond their control. something that shouldn’t be happening. there was a high influx of players he noticed. more than the usual amounts.

❛ no- the higher ups ain’ said anythin’.❜ how many requests had he sent in? he couldn’t risk leaving with shibuya like this. she sounded out of wack  &&  honestly he was worried that if he raised his vibe high enough something would happen so he wouldn’t be able to find his way back.

that scared him even more. a calloused hand found its way into his hair, thoughts trying to wrap themselves around any possible answer for their situation. 

❛ what the fuck is is happening ….❜

                 he doesn’t like it when he doesn’t have answers , likes it even less when sanae doesn’t have them and what was already a frustrating and uneasy situation has only become more so in the span of a minute , if that.  and hearing the higher plane has neglected to say anything . . .  he didn’t expect it , so it isn’t as though he’s angry but more so disappointed.  surely there’s something odd going on , something that could impact things beyond a few deaths and some shaken up civilians and yet.  

                ❛  you are a well of good news , sanae.  ❜      he knows it’s not his fault , he’s just frustrated , uncertain what to do and he feels . . .  like there’s a time constraint.  he doesn’t know what it is , how long they have , what it’s leading to but it’s there and the thought is not a pleasant one.  a sigh escapes him , fingers lifting to pinch at bridge of nose as he attempts to think.      ❛  i’ve tasked a few reapers to report if they find anything out of the ordinary in the city , but i doubt that will be enough.  though i suppose we may get lucky.  ❜

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❝ Do y'mind explaining why the fuck there was a train crash in Shibuya station? ❞ he's noticed that there had been these incidents around the city, things that couldn't exactly be explained. people seemed to be going though some sort of psychosis break or.... something. either way, the river was connected to the station and joshua should have that shit on lock down.

               ❛  that’s quite a tone you’re taking with me.  ❜      he says it almost like a joke but there’s certainly agitation present , not happy with the present situation.  in truth , he isn’t completely aware of what’s happening either beyond . . .  a feeling.  and the news , he supposes , but shibuya’s atmosphere is shifting as well and the people  ‘ losing their minds ’  are only part of the problem and neither thing is something he has a ready solution for.  but it is disconcerting to say the least , to feel his city wheezing , to feel as though something is coming and to not be able to identify what.  he’d like to say he’s mostly irritated that the higher death count equates to more work and while that is part of the reason . . .  it’s not a particularly large chunk of it.  truthfully , he’s a little frightened , for shibuya , for the people within it . . .  it has him on edge , testing him something akin to prodding a bear with a stick.  

                ❛  but if you were expecting to scold an answer out of me , you’re going to be sorely disappointed i’m afraid.  i don’t know much more than you at the moment.  ❜      a click of the tongue , brows furrowing as annoyance becomes more visible ,      ❛  truthfully i was hoping you would have more information on the matter.  the higher plane hasn’t said anything useful ?  ❜      not that he really expected them to have but it would have been nice.  

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                          Dirty dirty crimes that are perfectly form-fitted to what I’ve done and what                           I’m doing I’m brewing and losing and spewing infusing and believe me that’s                           what all the kids are doing

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