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Remember this official concept art of Masamune and Motochika? chef's kiss...

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Before he could even think of thinking to spit back a snarky comment, he falls uncharacteristically silent as he merely watches Gabriella, eye going wide as he bears witness to her display of — what does she call it...? Oh. Magic. He blinks at her, initially feeling confused but nonetheless equally intrigued, and, truth be told, perhaps something else. With how gently she caresses his thumb with her soft, warm tongue, it's more than a little difficult not letting his mind wander to less-than-appropriate thoughts.

Maybe he is a no-good-dirty-dog, after all.

The subtle tinge of blush upon his cheeks makes that obvious enough, and when all's said and done, he feels a sense of disappointment when she releases his digit from her mouth. He glances down to see his wound fully closed, admiring how effective her treatment ultimately is, and is quick to look back at the witch with newfound awe.

"Huh." For now, that's all he can manage. Though he's used to Gabriella and all her strange quirks by now, she continues to surprise and amaze him every single day. Still... what the hell was that?! Her want to be helpful aside, he has to wonder if all of this was truly necessary. A bandage could've done the trick just as well...!

Motochika sniffs, rubs his nose, and directs his attention elsewhere. All right, so, he's a little embarrassed by all of this, but more than anything, he's very amused. A quiet chuckle escapes his throat, his lips tugging into a smirk as he looks at her once more.

"Uh, thanks. But ya know, if that's really on yer mind.... ya could've just told me yer in the mood. Ya don't hafta come up with such a stupid excuse to suck on me. Heh, heh."

The witch should've been used to his antics by now, but it seemed that he was still capable of surprising her. A sigh passed from deep in her chest. Usually, she would find a proper med kit, however, she did have to act somewhat quickly. She gently unscrewed her canteen of water, before washing it over the wound for a moment for an initial rinse. "What I'm about to do, don't even make a snarky comment." Gabriella huffed, opening her mouth exposing the pearly fangs in question. Though, she took thumb gently into her mouth, tongue twirling upon the wound letting her saliva work into it.

Her free hand gently tucked her blonde strands behind her ear as she sucked with the utmost care. There was something sweet about the sanguine coming onto her palette, but it was becoming less and less before she let his thumb go with a distinct pop. There was crimson smeared on her tongue that was seen briefly before she closed her mouth entirely, looking up at him and then the wound which was now closed. Perhaps a scar was seen, but it was like the accident never happened.

"I usually… put my own saliva in some healing potions since it has healing properties so…"

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hello my birthday was a couple weeks ago and my good friend got me this kick ass figure as one of my gifts... ⸜( *ˊᵕˋ* )⸝ so yeah of course I'm obligated to share it here.

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【BSR】▼▲▽+α by あけい

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"It ain't that big of a deal—! Yeesh."

'It' of course being a large fishing hook jammed right in the middle of his thumb. An impromptu piercing, if you will, brought upon by his own negligence... clearly failing, too, to properly bait the damn thing with how easily distracted he'd become with something other than, well, fishing. Distracted by what exactly is open for debate.

"You're gonna give yourself wrinkles if ya keep lookin' at me like that," A roll of his eye follows, and making the impulse decision to take matters into quite literally his own hands, he grabs hold of the hook 'tween thumb and index fingers, yanking it out with a grunt. Though he expects to bleed, he doesn't expect... that much blood...

"Aww, shit."

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Friend & I went to an extremely tiny convention today, where I bought this silly lil' guy (while dressed in Goro Majima cosplay, yep). Of course, I was then obligated to carry him around wherever we went — and the outing concluded with some yummy ramen ♥

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by 上田アキ

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　──── ❝𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤; 𝐁𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭--... 𝐋𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭!❞ ─────

‿︵‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐄. 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄. #𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐅𝐗𝐃𝐄　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙︵‿

⊱ ──────── {.⋅ 𝑨𝑺𝑪𝑬𝑵𝑫. || 𝑭𝑨𝑳𝑻𝑬𝑹. ⋅.} ─────── ⊰

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idk i’m sorry I’m sorry i love you

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“So I heard you stole things from the One-Eyed Dragon… mind if I take it back, good sir?” // from Mego :3b

"Actually, I do mind." Said with a smirk, the west's sea devil circles around her much like a hawk watching its prey, hands tucked behind his back as he does so. He, too, hums, taking this moment to inspect the young lady a tad bit closer. It's true he's only been in her presence a handful of times now — but, considering she's the love of Masamune's life, a man he can't help but love to antagonize... what's Motochika to do, but extend that same affection onto his very wife as well? It's his love language, is all!

Finally, he settles in one places, folding his arms there against his chest.

"Listen, here. If he wants his shit back so bad, he can man up 'n come get it himself. What's the One-Eyed Dragon's wife doin' all his biddings for, anyways, huh..?"

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His father, Motochika guesses, must have been a fellow man of the seas. Shanties and the like aren't what the average, typical person usually sings, so it only makes sense... Nodding and humming along with that bit of information, he continues on.

"Somethin' like that~" He muses back, gaze setting forth towards the sea, trailing off as if lost in a momentary daydream. But, all his pondering sure doesn't last very long — it rather seems he's had a stroke of genius, with all the little pieces of the puzzle in front of him coming together just like that. Now, he's not one to brag or anything, buuut... "Heh! Actually, I'm the captain of my own crew. 'Case you're curious, we're 'bout to leave here in a few days, so the ship's just 'round the corner..." All too obvious with the look in his eye alone, he returns his attention to the other with that childish grin again.

"Whaddya say? Wanna come check it out?"

The sounds so the ocean always calmed him. It was like a lullaby that soothed his heart, a true lover of the sea to boot. Capella was so absorbed in this own little world he didn't even hear the other voice matching his should, nor the foot steps that drew near. If he had he would have ran away. Basking in the sun he nearly fell back as his little bubble burst.

Eyes darted to the source seeing the large man right there as his heart beat loud like a drum. A hand placed over it as if to quiet down the beats as he closed himself off more. When did they get here? It was clear that they heard him. Capella had to remind himself to stay calm. Not everyone has ill intentions.

"Thank you, my father taught me a few songs. "

Taking a long breath of salted air he felt his nerves calm a bit as he peaked more to the other's form. He didn't look like a sailor though he can be wrong. They can very well be a pirate. Looking over he notice that he was alone but that doesn't mean someone can be hidden. Last thing he wanted was to be shanghaied.

"You must be a sailor if you know this song."

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Whaaa...? Him? Interrupt her with a snarky lil' peep? No...! It's only his hands that do much talking now, reaching a tad too close to her person in a less - than subtle hint that he's itching to tickle her, crack her shell open.

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-grabby hands- hi crane girlie <3

Oh. It's that rowdy neighborhood pirate again. Play it cool, Tsuruhime. Play it cool... even when your heart might have skipped a beat when he's putting out that silly smug smirk.

​"Not a word from you."

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