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arms slip 'round his waist from behind, her face pressing into his back as she whines out one simple request: "love me."

    “ YOU’RE NEEDY, ” comes the statement. Somebody who didn’t know him might mistake his tone as dismissive.

    He turns around, bending slightly, and scoops Poppy into his arms with a grunt. Carrying her through the doorway and into the living room, he half - sits half - falls on the couch with her in his lap.

    Victor kisses her, uncharacteristically gentle. When he pulls away, there’s a slight smile on his face. “ Couldn’t say no to that. Even if you’re needy. ”

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        “ Oh ?? So every time a company decides to fuck over a show, I just say ‘ it is what it is ’ && move on ?! ” Opposite to the other, Bill was OVERLY passionate. His voice loud, face full of color && even shiny from the sweat rolling down it… Which probably wasn’t helping his acne problem. “ OR, OR, whenever something bad happens to me in general, I’m supposed to say ‘ it is what it is ’ && that makes everything okay ?? Life isn’t that fucking simple, I’m through with getting fucked over !! ”

    THE STONINESS OF HIS FACE briefly breaks as Victor raises his brows. “ It sucks that you liked the show and now it’s gone. But ... yeah. ” He picks up a comic from the shelf, flipping through it idly. Without turning back to the kid, he continues. “ It is what it is. ”

    His eyes flick to the other at the last remark. “ That’s not what I said. I was talking about shows. ” Jeez, kid, are you deaf or something?

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    “ IT IS WHAT IT IS. Don’t make a big deal out of it. ” Victor’s stare is dispassionate, a little disdainful -- Christ, this kid needs some BPO cream.

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    “ -- HEY, KID. Do you want this? ”

    It’s said gruffly, his plate with the pie slice held up to her. “ It’s peach. Nobody else is gonna eat it. ”

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    HE’S STARING INTO HIS SHOPPING BAG, brows slightly furrowed.

    “ I accidentally brought the large bag of Mandarins to the till, ” Victor says, “ and I decided to buy them because I like oranges. But this is a lot more oranges than I think me and my roommate could eat before they rot. ”

    He looks at Yukako beside him. “ Do you want some? We could share a couple right now, and I could give you half the bag to take home. ”

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STARTER CALL.

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fifteen associations.

animal:  wolf. colour(s): green, red. month:  december. song:  victor. number:  four. day or night:  night. plant:  oak. spider lilies. smell:  blood. smoke. gemstone:  malachite. season:  winter. place:  long hallways. empty rooms. food:  red meat. astrological sign: sagittarius. element(s):  earth. drink:  black tea.

TAGGED BY:  i stole it TAGGING:  and YOU should steal it from me

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                    ♡ ･ﾟ: *  ｡ ❪ @vileurge. ❫  ⁄   ♡’d.

yukako  stood  in  front  of  the  train  station,  features  hardened  to  represent  an  aggravated  visage.  she  had  been  waiting  out  here,  alongside  at  least  a  handful  of  other  people  but  most  notably  a  brute  of  a  man.  if  she  looked  up  at  the  6  foot  tall  man,  he  reminded  her  of  king:  in  height  (  not  in  exact  height  and  inches,  just  the  fact  that  he  was  tall  ),  blond  hair  and  blue  eyes.  that,  she  reckoned,  was  where  their  similarities  ended.

❛  this  train  operator…  ❜  yukako  murmured,  her  head  turning  to  and  fro  in  hopes  of  seeing  the  familiar  sight  of  the  train.  it  wasn’t  the  first  time  the  train  has  been  late  ━━  this  conclusion  was  not  based  on  experience,  yukako  only  rode  it  every  so  often.  she’s  heard  such  a  statement  from  those  who  did  ride  the  train  often,  and  are  sick  of  having  to  wait  an  thirty  extra  minutes.

her  head  raised  and,  with  a  huff,  she  continued.  ❛  he  deserves  to  be  fired.  ❜

    GOD FUCKING DAMMIT, is this operator fucking stupid or something? The entire bloody reason he takes the train is that it gets him where he needs to be IN TIME, not THIRTY FUCKING MINUTES past arrival. He’s a working man, and chances are the people on the platform are working or going to school or SOMETHING TIME SENSITIVE! If a crash or a malfunction happens, they should PLAN FOR IT!

    In contrast to his apoplectic inner monologue, Victor’s expression is bland, almost absent. Occasionally, he’ll shift in place from foot to foot, checking the station clock, and fiddle with the strap of his lunch bag. There’s people around him muttering to each other, but none of them address him. He likes it that way. Or rather, people tend to like it when he doesn’t talk.

    He’s in the middle of daydreaming about strangling the train driver and cutting out his kidneys when a voice pulls him out of his reverie. Victor blinks, and glances at the girl next to him. She’s pretty, Asian, with long, dark hair. The only thing detracting from her -- well, not detracting. But the set of her severely arched brows and the subtle curl of her lip imply something far deeper than a simple pretty face.

    Victor watches her, visage still impassive. “ He does. I don’t even know how he got the job. ” A glance up at the clock again, and sighs through his nose. “ I wish they’d tell us what’s going on. ”

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    “ --- MMN. ” He kisses back, eyes fluttering shut ; a moment later, Victor pulls away, looking at Evan through half - lidded eyes.

    “ Hey. Whadd’you want? ”

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    HE’S SITTING DOWN and enjoying his slice of ice cream cake with a ... smile? Yes, stop the presses, Victor Zera is eating some birthday cake with a small, pleased smile on his face.

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                           ALL YOU HAVE IS YOUR FIRE &                           A PLACE YOU NEED TO REACH.

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❛  Yes.  ❜  While  he  was  able  to  guess  the  origins  of  her  name  without  trouble,  Yukako  was  not  given  such  a  feat  ━━  at  least,  not  for  his  name.  VICTOR…  Was  that  an  American  name  or  a  European  one?  Whatever.

Saying  nothing  after  her  one-worded  reply,  Yukako’s  attention  was  then  caught  by  the  his  fingers,  that  were  presumably  idly  playing  with  his  lunch  bag.  She  quickly  grew  bored  with  watching  him  do  so,  so  she  rose  her  eyes  back  to  him.

❛  I  wasn’t  expecting  to  see  you,  either.  ❜

    “ WELL, I. WALK HOME THIS WAY. ” He repeats, and looks at her from under his brows. “ So. I dunno, get used to it. ”

    He takes a couple steps forward, passing her, and stops. Looks behind him, expression unreadable. “ I mean, I’m not saying you can’t walk with me. Where are you staying? I’m living in Hidden Meadows right now. ”