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you know I would honestly laugh if it was Kuro//shitsuji of all things that brought me back to a fever pitch on this blog-- because, like. i’ve known for years that the series as a whole was right up Angie’s aesthetic alley, and yet I’ve never considered a verse for it or anything. 

why am I a dumbass

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somehow talking to @misfortunearl reawakened my motivation to a) catch up on the kuro manga and b) draw angie in a kuro au that I’m gonna make a verse for bc HONESTLY she fits the aesthetic to a T

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spirifloats‌.

It was the kind of impromptu question that usually accompanied someone like Mezato-san, maybe even Tome-san, but when Mob turned to face the speaker, he knew it was neither. Instead, he was greeted with a girl he had never seen before. In the brief moment they met eyes, he blanched at the thought that perhaps they did know each other, maybe he forgot her face somehow. The feeling dissipated when he noticed that the girl was a psychic, too. He blinked several times as if to shoo away the rush of panic. “uh, t-telekinesis.” He wondered why she wanted to know but, in that moment of panic, the words tumbled from his lips before he could catch them. “w-what about you?”

       ❝Psychometry.❞ Her reply comes without missing a beat, speaking warmly as though she’d given her name instead of admitting to having a supernatural ability. Knowing full well that question was coming, it was only courteous to truthfully respond. Though, there’s something about his countenance that’s putting her in a decent mood. His aura is unlike most that she’s felt; it feels genuine, even among all the nervous static. Said anxious energy does remind her to be a little more gentle than she normally would, lest she scare him away. Maybe, for once, she can initiate a friendship. ❝I didn’t think I’d find anyone like me here. Seeing you is a nice relief; I don’t feel so out of place.❞

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@spirifloats / unprompted starter!

       ❝What side of the psychic spectrum are you on?❞ The question comes like a sudden punch, and out of nowhere, especially as she’s never talked to the boy before. Although, as the latest transfer student, she hasn’t conversed with anyone as of yet. The fact that she’s chosen Shigeo as the first one is a jarring decision on her part. ❝Telepathy, pyrokinesis, telekinesis...?❞

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futsuma‌:

“What’s with this sassy…lost child?” 

        ❝Do I look like--?!❞ That’s not worth finishing. Though, he does effectively shut her up for a good few moments. ❝... You don’t take me seriously.❞

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@futsuma / didn’t ask for anything, but 

       ❝--You can’t be serious.❞ What he claims is far from the truth, and she knows this for a fact. ❝If you could actually read auras, you wouldn’t be saying that kind of bullshit.❞

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mp100 is bringing me back from thE DEAD I LOVE THAT SERIES AND NO ONE CAN TELL ME THAT ANGIE ISN’T A PERFECT GODDAMN FIT FOR IT--

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saltandspiritsandsuch.

“Is that so.”

Another psychic kid. Is it something in the air? Am I wearing some kind of cursed object that draws psychic kids to me? Wait- what kind of psychic? She’s not telepathic, is she? Listen, if you’re telepathic, it’s rude to eavesdrop-

Reigen clears his throat, fingers drumming on the top of his desk. Pinky to index to index to pinky, and back again in a rapid-fire cascade of tapping. 

In front of a real psychic, Reigen has to be more than a little cautious, but he’s managed to keep the jig up in front of Mob all these years, has he not?  … Somehow. But he attributes that more to Mob’s nature as, to put it kindly, a little unobservant, than he does his own skill with deception. Not that he’s not skilled at deception. 

“Psychics get younger and younger these days, I swear.” He leans back in his chair, hands folded behind his head. “But it’s not good to rely too heavily on your psychic powers. You have other abilities and hobbies, right?”

       She has to stifle the laugh that wants to escape. He’s becoming more agitated, and she can feel the air around him growing just a tiny bit tenser. Though she suppresses a giggle, she doesn’t do so with her smile, leaving that to gleam in its mischievous entirety. ( She does not hear his thoughts, but she can imagine what he’s thinking in a moment like this. )

       ❝I’ve had it for as long as I can remember, so it’s likely that I’ve been able to use it since I was born.❞ She, too, leans back in her provided chair, bare hands folded together. He hasn’t questioned her authenticity yet, which is both surprising and refreshing. Most people would scoff and claim that she’s a liar or a little kid playing make-believe. It’s nice to not have to prove herself, for once... of course, that doesn’t mean she isn’t going to anyway. What’s even more surprising is that he tries to steer the conversation to something more casual, which has Angela tilting her head to one side in curiosity. He couldn’t be genuinely curious about her domestic life, could he? 

       ❝... I suppose so?❞ the reply comes out as a question itself, having been caught severely off-guard. She actually has to think about her answer. ❝I’m generally successful in academics, and I’m not bad with artistic crafts. I only have problems with athletics and that’s because of my depth perception, which is to say: I have none. That much must be obvious, though -- it is to everyone around me.❞ Before she knows it, she’s spilling truth after truth, confiding in this stranger. She catches herself quickly, the realization of vulnerability causing her cheeks to flush a shallow tint of pink. She certainly hadn’t meant to talk personally! Immediately, she clears her throat. ❝Anyhow, that’s not... what I meant to talk about. Those are, ah, personal grievances.❞

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saltandspiritsandsuch.

“So you’ve got a scholar’s heart.”

Rubberneckers and skeptics weren’t uncommon in Reigen’s line of business. Everyone wanted to be the smartest person in the room; everyone wanted to proclaim they were the one person without wool over their eyes, elevated above the sheeple or what have you. Or- even without ulterior motives- people were simply seized with curiosity about the neighborhood psychic. Do you know my future? Do you know the winning lotto numbers for tomorrow? How will I die?

Reigen usually headed those off at the pass by saying that he was a spiritualist, not clairvoyant- important difference. And usually a little good advice and listening could take care of the rest. That was the thing about being a fraud- he could never look too interested in disproving he was a fraud. Even pros make mistakes. 

He sits at his desk and gestures at the seat across from him, indicating the girl sit. “It’s important at your age to have passion. Be it for the occult, model kits, sports, obscure 80s sentai shows- hobbies enrich the soul. Adds depth to your aura, you know.”

       ❝You could say that.❞ At the very least, his guess isn’t entirely incorrect. Her insatiable appetite for knowledge does lead her down odd and long-winded paths, much like this one. She could have been home instead, but her curiosity would have harassed her twice as much the next day, and so on. For someone who has such high impulse control, she sure takes a lot of detours.

       To his motion, she nods in thanks and follows along, now taking the time to practice politeness. Carefully, she seats herself, tucking her schoolbag beneath the seat then shifting to a straight posture. The gloves she’d been fiddling with are quietly slipped off her hands and placed gingerly within her lap for the time being.

       ❝It certainly can,❞ she concedes. ❝If it helps your personality grow and strengthen, that’s enough to get more color into it, or even extend its range.❞ Angie’s eye flicks to the various items decorating the room, and mentally she wonders how to begin unraveling the truth of her ability. ( No, she doesn’t go around telling everyone about it, but she enjoys a good boast from time to time, particularly when she’s underestimated. ) ❝I have quite a bit of interest in the occult -- or, I guess the supernatural. I’ve studied specific things in my free time like psychic abilities. I started taking interest when I learned that I have them, myself.❞

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saltandspiritsandsuch.

Of course his first client in a while is just a kid. Reigen should expect as much; these days it’s come to be that his entire clientele is a revolving door of kids. 

Oughta get paid for babysitting, really. He counts his blessings- at least he wasn’t smoking when she came in. Hates to smoke in front of kids, but hates wasting a cigarette when he has to hurriedly stub it out. 

“The one and only Reigen Arataka, yes. Spirit consultant, exorcist, incredible psychic and rising star of the paranormal world.” Reigen’s hands move swiftly to punctuate each descriptor, gesturing with enough force to rustle the leaves on his small office plant.  “And you seem like someone who’s come seeking guidance. Let’s see….” She looked about, what, fourteen? Kids that age were always in need of guidance. (Look at Mob.) So it was just a matter of guessing what the thing was. The eyepatch was…. kinda edgy. Was it for style or function? Either way, a kid with an eyepatch was bound to stick out like a sore thumb.

“Hm. Trouble with your peers- or your family. Right?”

       ❝Uh.... huh.❞ 

       She’s thoroughly unimpressed. His introduction was grandiose in order to lift himself up, to raise his personal importance -- she assumes it’s to compensate for something. Judging by the sore lack of power in his aura, she feels confident in her assumption that it’s because of that. She’d heard rumors of people prying on the public’s vulnerabilities, but to see it in reality is something else. She foregoes calling him out immediately, instead deciding to observe a little while longer. The girl leans casually against the wall, arms crossed as she continues to survey him. ( She’s pleasantly surprised with herself in finding the wall so easily; perhaps she’s finally getting used to the lack of depth perception. )

       ❝No. My family’s fine, and so are my “peers”.❞ Someone who’s come seeking guidance. Does she really look that desperate? Or maybe he’s the desperate one. Her intention was to see how much he truly knew about his chosen occupation, but now she’s more interested in watching how he embarrasses himself in front of a legitimate psychic. Feeling eager at the thought, she tugs at her glove, making the gesture appear like an idle action. She has to forcibly suppress a smile as to not give away how she really feels... though, he might be dense enough not to notice. ❝I just moved here, actually. I overheard things about this place, and about you, so I had to come see for myself.❞

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@saltandspiritsandsuch didn’t ask for anything but is getting something

        ❝So, you’re REALLY an exorcist? Or some kind of spirit consultant?❞ 

       To be honest, she couldn’t help it. Her first week in a new town, and she stumbles upon word of an agency that supposedly specializes in connecting with the supernatural. After learning of its existence, how could she leave the matter alone? However, when approaching the actual building, she felt almost nothing from it. There were sparks of energy, but nothing as intense as she would have expected. As she had already made the journey there, Angela wouldn’t be content with just a once-over. She purposefully ventured in and met with the man behind the reputation. Manners be damned -- she has to know what this guy’s deal is!

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mp100 blogs will bring my psychic daughter back from thE DEAD GOD THAT SERIES GIVES ME SUCH MUSE FOR HER.....

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astcal.

          ‘  i would hope so as well.  ’ small frame maneuvers self from behind counter, moving towards rows of flowers. hand waves in other’s direction. ‘  come this way then. we’ll take a look at a few.  ’

       The soft scowl that scrunches her features begs the question “do I have to?” in retaliation, but she swallows the whine before it passes her lips. A shrug is her reaction instead, and she merely shuffles along after the store’s owner. ❝I don’t know if it really matters,❞ Angie mutters, still hesitant about stepping further. ❝They probably won’t be able to tell the difference, anyway.❞

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astcal.

          ‘  depends on the type of apology you want to give, no ? even apology flowers have different meanings. also depends on who you’re gifting said apology too.  ’

       ❝Is that so...?❞ So many options, and so many fucks not given. ❝Ugh, I’m not good with this stuff. You know more about this than I do. At least, I’d hope you know more than me.❞

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       ❝... So, what are the best flowers to use for an apology bouquet?❞

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       ❝--Don’t bother, I’m fine,❞ comes the insistent clear of her throat after picking herself off the ground. ❝I’m fine. Please. This happens more often than you’d think.❞ She had thought that, after so long, she’d been slowly getting better with figuring out how to deal with a lack of depth perception. However, that thought was immediately tossed into the void upon coming into intimate contact with a concrete pole. ❝No need to concern yourself with me, just go on with your day...❞

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"no no, it's all good. i needed the exercise anyways. burn those calories, since being lazy's made me gain some weight." snrk. "anyways, happy birthday, ang'." and he hands her the bag, clearly a bit sheepish.

       ❝--?❞

       ❝What the--?!❞ Upon peeking into the bag, she spots a handful of goodies in there: leather gloves (the words ‘love’ and ‘hate’ printed on one and the other), a hand-knit scarf with her initials, and a roll of cash that amounts to $400. There is a rare sight of extreme emotion in her expression, evidenced by her widened eye and minimal stammers. 

       ❝Christ almighty, Fleur! Are these what you’d consider casual gifts?! Shit, I’m scared to see how much you’d give Katie!❞ The first two are, of course, normal; it’s the money that she’s objecting to. She sometimes forgets how loaded this kid is. ❝... I don’t remember telling you about my birthday, either. Or did you do something like this for me last year? Normally anyone would lump in my birthday gifts as Christmas gifts since the days are so close.❞

       ❝But, uh... Thanks, I guess. People don’t do this for me, so it’s... worth my gratitude.❞