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"Fine by me. I'll give you a heads up next time we're hanging out. For now though, I got work to get back to. So I'll catch you around, alright Neo?"
𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒, 𝐀𝐒 though Neo can't quite believe what she's hearing. But if it's not work, then she's not going to dress like it- and if she's meeting new people, then she definitely needs to make an impression.
Whether it's a good or bad one depends on them.
I'll take that as a challenge then. I've got just the thing I've been looking for a reason to wear anyway.
Not that she thinks she'll need it given present company, but maybe it'll net her a free drink or two.
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@stormslullaby sent: “Looking for something?” @ alekt


"Was it really that obvious?" He supposed lost tourists must look the same in any country, even when that person was him. "I was trying to find the Hakkeijima Sea Paradise, but... I think perhaps I took the wrong train. Though you look about as foreign as I do, so I'm not sure if you'll be able to help me."
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@badassbarmaid || continued ;;

His eyes are more focused on the scenery and patrons at first, not terribly worried about any funny business coming from the keepers behind the bar. Reflex still has him giving a small, barely noticeable flinch when she first sets down a drink in front of him, drawing his attention away from everything else.
He has to strain to hear her words, but its still better than getting shouted at above the music and noise. He's silent at first, lifting up the glass and giving it a skeptical glance and sniff, before taking the tiniest sip. Just water, and nothing funny about it as far as he can tell.
Setting it back down, he reaches for his phone hanging by a lanyard around his neck, typing out a response on his phone screen before holding it up for her to read.
[Anything you recommend?]
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Doodle made with Untitled Tile Painter, edited in Clip Studio Paint
Prints available here
#art#my art#digital#digital art#untitled tile painter#clip studio#clip studio paint#csp#stylized#geometric#tiles#wolf#portrait#pseudo lino print#pseudo riso print#pseudo risograph#lazert#lazer-t
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@stormslullaby [x]:
His eyes hood and mouth sets sideways in a crooked frown. Yeah... he figured Verlaine would catch on straight away that Mori had a hand in him going looking for him.
But whatever. Lie or tell the truth, it was the result that mattered in the end, right? He's sure Mori won't complain how it happens so long as a crisis is averted. Personally he really doesn't want to deal with going up against either Verlaine or, especially, Rimbaud if they turn their backs on the organization.
"Fine," he sniffs, closing his eyes for a moment as he moves to pull up a chair, making no effort to soften chair legs scraping the floor a moment, kicking his legs up to rest on whatever nearest thing wasn't going to obstruct what Verlaine was doing or add extra insult to the situation.
But a little bit of a silent statement, nonetheless, that he's going to make himself comfortable right here instead of leaving, not intimidated in the least. He told Mori he'd fix this situation, so he'd fix it. It was just going to get fixed the Chuuya way.
"Then I won't waste your time or mine. Let's just talk straight. No bullshit."
#t: untitled#stormslullaby#Main verse#ic#You’re Lucky To Be Alive And See This Life Through These Eyes || Verlaine
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@memoryextrction sent: "You don't say much, do you?" - ranpo


"Not unless something needs saying. Admittedly I've never been one for meaningless small talk."
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@eiinn-ulfr || continued ;;
WOLF GOD: txt: [Babe, u know i love u with my heart and soul and I'll continue to do so until the end of time and beyond that] txt: [But how in the fuck do u find this cursed shit?]

TXT: [Sent Attached Image]
#t: untitled#eiinn ulfr#Modern verse#crack#ic#wolfhawk#Sometimes I Wonder Why You Even Care || Reno#I Think We Could Reach Heaven If We Go Through Hell And Trust Each Other || Rune
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He's watching the other man sharply. Nothing really immediately sticks out to him, except an instinctual feeling. It says don't trust this guy, even though he also gets the sense he's not in much danger. At least, not right now.
But he seems far too concerned about his well-being for being a random person, and far too unreactive to his own appearance. He'd learned, from experience and observation, most Japanese people get very skittish around someone like him who's not only a foreigner, but also covered in scars and tattoos.
And yet this guy has no reservations about that at all? It's enough of a break in what he's learned is normal to be wary.

[I don't need strangers to accompany me. I can take care of myself. Japan is not Russia.]
@starsburned
He reads over the text and thinks for a moment before scratching at the back of his head. He taps his finger idly on the screen of his phone for a moment before coming up with a response.
[would you have an issue with me walking you back to where you're staying? just to make sure no one messes with you. it would be a shame if you made headlines about being some kind of victim to the port mafia.]
Dazai makes a vague gesture to his clothing, forcing a sheepish smile. Even if just behind that smile lay the teeth of a wolf. But for right now, those teeth lacked the interest in sinking into the flesh of the innocent. Maybe a part of him still was soft. Especially since this foreigner looked younger than him. What a pain...
[they'd go after those nice clothes and then just dispose of you around yokohama. you don't want that happening, right? i can make sure it doesn't. you can decline, of course, i'm just saying it probably isn't smart. the port mafia do like to roam these streets at night.]
And he was one of the most dangerous amongst them. Not that his appearance would scream that right now, of course. Just a helpful guide to a seemingly lost tourist -- and even he could come up with several different ways to make him a victim. He just wasn't keen on acting it out.
[i'll give you a few minutes to make your decisions. my cats can wait a few more minutes to be fed.]
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@memoryextrction [x]:
"Don't bullshit me. You're not that good of a liar, and I'm not that much of an idiot."
His eyes narrow, and he doesn't move from where he's standing. He wasn't going anywhere either until it was addressed.

"Let's not mince words here. If you really gave a shit about the Boss being stressed, you wouldn't do it in the first place. So let's talk. Man to man, Executive to Executive. Unless you're really just that much of a coward."
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@staraze || continued:

Alekt kept his eyes on the man as he retreated, standing firm and steady like a wall despite his shorter stature.
Only after the man had nearly disappeared into the crowds and he heard the woman cursing did he finally swivel properly towards her, a quick glance which told him she was more ruffled and angered than hurt, but judging by her demeanor, she wasn't someone who really needed protecting. It was more the moral principle of the thing that had made him get between them, rather than any dire need on her part.

"I apologize if I robbed you of the satisfaction. It just seemed to me like the cowardly thing to look the other way," he spoke with a slight accent, though that wasn't the most unusual thing about his words. It was more the even monotone with which they were delivered, matched with a stony expression that carried uniquely little emotion, even in his sky-blue eyes that were more like steel. "Are you alright?"
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Starter Call || @skilledsenses (Ranpo) ;;

The moment he feels his hand touch someone else's - only the faintest touch of a pinky finger - he retracts his hand as if it were burned, side-stepping in surprise that was vaguely transitioning into a glare out of default habit.
About the same height... dark hair... dressed pretty weird, if he were to be honest, which is usually a bad day for anyone he doesn't care for. Which is most people.
And that stupid look on his face.
The snack on the store shelf he'd been reaching for had become far less important than the proximity of this stranger that had touched him, even if by accident and reaching for the same item.
It took all his restraint not to openly wipe his hand off on his pant leg as if to rid it of something dirty, habitually starting to step away and create more distance as though he'd suddenly lost interest in it.
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"I'll survive out of SPITE."
IF YOU DO, WE BOTH DIE, YOU FOOL.
#t: untitled#arahabakionastring#crack#ic#{--Oh so its the Avatar now-- fklsdj;fsdl;f#makes sense#they both do start with A--}
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@starsburned:
He took some moments to compose himself properly before entering Mori's office again past the guards stationed there. With how absolutely panicked Mori had been before, he didn't exactly need the first impression walking in to be another contagion of stress and worry about how it had gone. Even though it had arguably gone... less than ideal on one front, but better than it could have on another.
He's ready to give a general report of what happened, minus perhaps a small, inconsequential omission or two, but he's given momentary pause ahead of that when he notices the absent picture-side seating, and it doesn't take a genius to figure out what's going on.
Oh.
Okay.
Well... scratch that off his list of things he was going to do tonight, he supposed.
Admittedly, that sinks his mood a lot more than it already was, but he bites his tongue on saying anything about it and hides as much of that blindside disappointment as he can, even if part of what had kept him plowing ahead was the thought that at least once all his efforts were exhausted, maybe he could reward himself a little with curling up and decompressing here.
But whatever. A fitting enough punishment, he guesses, considering he wasn't sure he even really managed to do anything all of today, except waste a lot of time and probably make things worse.

"I'm back, Boss. To report on the situation."
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@eiinn-ulfr || continued ;;

Rune huffs when that damned nickname. All because he sucked at that one game. But he wouldn't let his temper or his pride get the better of him this time. "Well, worryin' 'bout it all th' god damn time isn' gonna do y'much good in th' long run." He takes out a cigarette and his lighter, bringing both to his lips and taking a long drag. He exhales the smoke in a near perfect ring before glancing back at Alekt. "Listen, kid, I know yer important an' all an' that everyone is lookin' ta ye fer answers, but if y'burn yerself out, y'ain' gonna have anythin' ta give. So come out with me fer a drink or two an' give yer mind a rest, would ya?"

He blinks once, eyes that were forward now turned to the side at him when they open again. He doesn't seem terribly tempted to take that offer, despite that it appears genuine to him. And perhaps it says something that Rune keeps his head for once underneath his, however mild, jab.
There was, after all, one simple problem to Rune's suggestion...
"I don't drink."
#t: Untitled#eiinn-ulfr#Mordet verse#ic#No Rest At The Top We're Drinking Adrenaline The Battle Never Stops Cuz We Start It Up Again || Rune
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@never-surrender || continued ;;

He's silent, coming to a stop and folding his arms over his chest as he looks from Halsin to the bird with a raised brow and then back again. Even in his silence, his expression seems to be asking a question that his voice never finds, the tilt of his head curious but perhaps not daring enough to go through on that curiosity, or maybe just expecting Halsin to catch the hint by his look alone.
#t: untitled#never-surrender#BG3 verse#ic#{--This was all I was able to squeeze out of him rn WHEEZES--}
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digital concept of Optimus for the tf au that for some ass reason took way too long to finish -
i am so going to take advantage with the g/t protentional with him and Mayce -
still trying to think of a proper story
#insert doodles.png#transformers#tf#maccadam#transformers au#tf au#untitled transformers au#tf optimus prime#optimus prime#oc : Mayce#g/t#ginat/tiny#transformers g/t#sfw g/t#sfw giant/tiny
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