#[ ᵗʰᵉʸ'ʳᵉ ᵃˡˡ ˢᶤᶜᵏ ; ᵉᵛᵉʳʸ ˡᵃˢᵗ ᵒᶰᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ] - main verse.

[oubaahouru]

@kasouu​ || cont’d.

how curious.

it's all very peculiar, when considered up close - well, as close as overhaul could viably get. each step forward seemed to garner ten steps back, yet no defensive stance is offered by either party. despite the vacuum like atmosphere between them -                             ( threatening to swallow the oxygen                               out of the room and blow out                               the windows ) there's no real change in the dip of the masked man's jaw, rather ; arms splay to his sides, gesturing at the wide expanse of the compound surrounding them.

" not the miserable type, then. "

instigating from the start is not always the best course of action with villains, but there's always the chance it fires them up. easily antagonized individuals ; so quick to let their guard down, painfully unaware of the ramifications for pledging fealty to an enemy of overhaul’s. pathetic, scurrying little things,             ----            chomping at the bit just to SURVIVE! why bother, why not admit defeat from the first step?

shoulders hunched, legs parted in a way that gives him stability. overhaul's hand brushes over an opposite glove - thoughtful. this man would not strike first, despite coming, presumably, as a messenger from the league? there is much to acknowledge. first, position laxes ; overhaul pulls himself straight, chin lifting, mask pointed directly at the other man like an accusing target. aurous hues watch ever-so-carefully, unblinking, examining.

this is not a man meant to last. literally, as a person tearing at their seams, he, too, appears to be clinging to life - though, in a different way. it's not that heinous, RAMPANT thing that looks so strongly like a cornered tiger ; something much worse than that, a cryptid, urban legend that refuses to die even when the mouths of children stop spreading the story.  staples seem to hold the flesh in bits and pieces, though it doesn't save the raw sinew from the elements -                            ( survival is not PAINFUL for this man! ) not in the textbook sense, anyhow. perhaps nerves were destroyed, or, more interesting, a case of CIPA, or, even MORE intriguing ; none of the above.

after all, that is not the expression of someone concerned with how they are moving. head tilts, processes ticking through his skull ; overhaul's tone only comes forward when he settles his gloved palms into his pockets.

" state your business.    i have no intentions of dirtying my domicile    if i don't have to.    wiping down the blood is getting old ;    i keep having to get my jacket dry-cleaned.    if you come bearing information from shigaraki-san,    then see yourself to a seat -    an agreement with us is an agreement. "

thoughtful pause ; this man may have caught a glimpse of overhaul back then, but a formal introduction it was certainly not -                                       ( shigaraki had been right, however,                                         to consider overhaul a ' big fish '. ) this, overhaul feels, simply will not do. a guest is just that, and who are the ' shie hassaikai ' if not honorable individuals?

" that aside. .    it's a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance ; dabi.    ----             toga is quite chatty about you. "

[oubaahouru]

@geten-ice-storm​​ started following you!

----          squints.

" what are you supposed to be? "

[oubaahouru]

mine.

@kasouu ||​ how endearing.

----             " ever the eloquent one, aren't you? "

[oubaahouru]

@kasouu​ 

" you have that look on your face.    like a little frustrated puppy -    ----             you'll melt, you know. "

[oubaahouru]

@kasouu || rude.

----           well. was overhaul supposed to lie? he could, but - is that truly preferred? should he really. .? 

[oubaahouru]

bites tf out of him.

@kasouu​ || unprompted.

" GOOD BOY !     ----         now, bark. sit. roll over. "

[oubaahouru]

"I got you a gift Big Boss Overhaul!"

" . . . "

he's staring at the ' gift ' like it's made of horrors only dante's inferno has described.

[oubaahouru]

----       " why am i being asked about crocs? "

[oubaahouru]

😏

@kasouu​ || unprompted.

" are you amused, yet?    you were looking quite bored, dabi.  "

[oubaahouru]

Mitsuri slides him a box of cupcakes. "On the house for my favorite regular!" :)

@kyousei | mitsuri // unprompted.

glancing down to the box on the counter aside his morning latte, overhaul tips his head. the naturally bubbly girl seems to be in an even better mood than usual - how pleasant. " ah. . you shouldn't have, " comes the calm, low voice, beaked mask pointed her way. eyes close in a charmed smile, the slightest bashful curve to his brows. he chuckles, scratching idly at his cheek, lashes fluttering when he opens piercing gold again to accept the treats.

the cupcakes are nicely decorated, as is everything mitsuri makes ; the kind of special care that could only go into something made with the hands. overhaul does have a particular appreciation for that, made-up personas aside. he's always leaned towards the artistic - things individual to a person that are simply so strong they MUST be shared with the world! that is the true, genuine nature of humanity. how terribly alive it is to make something for someone else, even something as ' simple ' as baked goods.

" i'm afraid i didn't expect such a thing. .    please, forgive my rudeness. " overhaul bows, mask nearly touching the countertop before he stands once more. as always, he pays in more cash than necessary - standard for his tips - then takes both the cupcakes, and the drink, to his little corner of the shop. it would appear that he takes a photo of the confections on his phone, hurriedly typing. of course, he's sent them to a subordinate with a request to show the photo to eri, but mitsuri doesn't need to know that. 

----          she doesn’t need to know about any of it.

[oubaahouru]

‘I’ll give you what you want. I won’t resist anymore. just give him back.’  // bnha!genya

@kyousei​ / genya || stardust prompts.

" resist. . ? "

aurulent stare settles on the young male, unblinking, JARRING ; discordant emptiness tinging the air as if a vacuum. every passing breath seems drawn to the very atmosphere surrounding overhaul, aura trembling, curling about the empty PIT of his existence.

" aah. . so this was your resistance, then. . "

gloved hand CLUTCHES around the young male's throat, vacant gaze watching him squirm ; squeaking out words like a little lost rodent.                                             ( if overhaul were the type to find                                               even a moment of amusement,                                               he would find it in this. ) the bare hand at his side flexes, fingers cracking at the joints in rhythmic succession. his hold on genya is as though the boy is nothing but a feather -             ----           bits of sand washing up on the wrong beach.

he really believed he could slip in here and what - bail out his brother? it's brave, bold, and hilariously naïve. overhaul could respect the underhanded nature of it all, the indescribable desire to assist one's own. THE BOSS shares a similar meaning to him, after all ! if only simple conversation had been on the table, if only a moment of consideration was given to the idea of respect.

                            『 NOW YOU ARE CURSED FROM THE GROUND ;                                   WHICH HAS OPENED ITS MOUTH TO RECEIVE                              YOUR BROTHER'S BLOOD FROM YOUR HAND ! 』

wouldn't sanemi loathe to hear about such a thing? to think, if overhaul were to reach up with so much as a finger, the white-haired male may very well scream in true, desolate                                                                        ----            RAGE! for a passing second, overhaul might find mirth in something! levity! HUMANITY!

" hooh. .    i think there's been some miscommunication, genya.    you believe there's something i want -    something you could possibly give, right? aah. .    it can't be helped. it's a shame you're so ignorant ;    you could've been fun. "

grip tightens, wrist flexing in a way that shows tendons, veins. bright yellow narrows, tinged with malice, quashing the mere idea of remorse. his opposite palm lifts, so ready to press against the boy's sternum, to turn him to nothing but the WASTE he represents --

" t, that's. . en-enough. .! " " hmm. . "

a young girl, so small she barely reaches past his knee ; she's tugging overhaul's pants leg, expression petrified, the gleam of light threatening to fade from her eyes. white hair moves with her as she desperately tries to get his attention, pulling as hard as she can, sobs wrecking her tiny frame. piercing gold watches the girl with mild interest - brow quirked though only a centimeter ; how curious ! to think, eri has concern for this boy ! perhaps she finds kinship in the other man with white hair? is she aware of their brotherhood? what a perceptive girl, overhaul was right to hand her over to that walking plague. he's made himself useful, after all!

unceremoniously, genya is dropped from above, where overhaul had been hoisting the boy over his head. he doesn't even watch to see where the other male might land, instead successfully distracted by the revelation at hand. of course, her terrified gaze is shakily placed on overhaul's bare palm ; he glances to it, then leans down, carefully taking his glove from the floor. he dusts it, looking it over with a click of his tongue, mask pointed downwards in some minor disappointment.                                                               「 it's all dirty, now. . 」

" i will consider allowing you to live repayment    for a debt.    ----          aah, and genya. . "

once the glove is replaced, steady breaths are taken in - overhaul's eyes close, counting down from ten in his mind. the girl beside him stays ominously quiet, though her grip has loosened, just barely. she must be aware ; genya would get away alive, today.                                                                  ( just for today. ) satisfied, overhaul reaches into the pocket of his coat, pulling out what appears to be a pinwheel of emeralds. they're laced with silver at the edges, a hole cut in the middle where a katana may rest against the 『 habaki 』 - perhaps he might recognize such a familiar 『 tsuba 』.

uninterested, overhaul tosses it, blood clinging to his glove from its stained surface. the object clings and clatters beside the boy's head, red speckles dotting the otherwise impeccably clean flooring.

----           " don't come back. "

[oubaahouru]

you think you’re smarter than me or somethin. B|

( there are limited ways to answer that amicably.    he will just stare knowingly, instead. )

[oubaahouru]

@destructivour​​

curious. head tilts, pondering ; mask pointed at the target, golden iris staring down the sighted beak with ( mild ) interest. he won't approach, just yet - but overhaul will certainly keep a close eye.                             ( after all, it's not every day someone REEKS                               ----       of VIOLENCE in HIS PRESENCE ! )

[oubaahouru]

🥺 karasu-kun do you think it's gaudy...

@kyousei || unprompted.

pausing to look up from his cup of chai tea - freshly finished - overhaul glances to the woman with a curious expression. gaudy? now, who might've put that thought in her dainty little head? amusement dances inwardly, but for now, the man merely leans back in place with a sharp glance of gold.

" of course not, mitsuri-san, " expression softens, eyes closed with a light lift of his brows.                                      ( that is to say, it’s quite gaudy. )  " i think this place suits you. it's very ' you '.    i struggle to find many who are honest with themselves. "                                      ( that is also to say - she, too, is gaudy. ) lashes flutter upon reopening, a hand curled beneath overhaul's jaw. observing, if nothing else ; always careful about these little reactions of hers. " perhaps whoever said that. . struggles with taste? " a barely-there twitch of his lips, covered by the mask all the same -

" maybe they should've tried the chai. "

[oubaahouru]

----                " pathetic. "

[oubaahouru]

@duoplicitous​​

perhaps he should pay twice a visit.