Wow, okay, after much consideration, I’m going to close this blog [not delete, but it will be inactive]. I may or may not come back [I’ve come back after a few months], but I’m doubting I will. My muses [more so, these muses] just are not meant for this. I apologize to all partner’s and if wanted we can discuss more on Skype or through my askbox.
Wow, okay, after much consideration, I’m going to close this blog [not delete, but it will be inactive]. I may or may not come back [I’ve come back after a few months], but I’m doubting I will. My muses [more so, these muses] just are not meant for this. I apologize to all partner’s and if wanted we can discuss more on Skype or through my askbox.
Wow, okay, after much consideration, I’m going to close this blog [not delete, but it will be inactive]. I may or may not come back [I’ve come back after a few months], but I’m doubting I will. My muses [more so, these muses] just are not meant for this. I apologize to all partner’s and if wanted we can discuss more on Skype or through my askbox.
“Maybe if they’re of the lower classes they might,” he blinked, “‘too fancy’ isn’t really how I’d say it. I just haven’t had the need to learn.” Gregory huffed, holding his arms crossed against his chest. What did that even mean? ‘Too fancy to cook’?
Seeming to be both shocked and thoughtful over this, Scratch hummed for a moment, before he clapped his hands together.
“Ma’ma ‘aught me how ‘ta cook, a bit, maybe we ‘an learn ta’gether!” He seemed hellbent on this, as if his hunger was actually forgotten. Which was odd; Scratch was not a patience person, and two disasters in a kitchen area seemed like a bad idea.
Well he heard his name being called out but what he didn’t expect was to see the male before him.Something about him felt so familiar — his blue attire stuck out easily to him. The way he spoke to him was also something familiar.
Had they met before? He stood there for a good few minutes before it finally had hit him. A small laughter emerged from his throat before he walked over to the other and giving him a hug.
”..Zan! Its you right?!”
He looked ..older? Akira continue with his laughter until it died down.” I’m sure its you. Its been quite a while,hasn’t it?!”
An old friend was always something good to reconnect with. This truly had proven to be a great distraction along with something that lifted his mood instantly. He had let go of the other before grinning.
⊰❀⊱;” H-heh! This is really awesome..!”
While he was— happy? Was he happy? That Akira recognized him, he was taken a bit off guard when he was hugged.
Awkwardly returning the gesture, he patted the boy’s back, and cleared his throat. The other’s laugh was a welcome sound; something he hadn’t heard in a while.
“Mm’yeah, it has been. You’re lookin’ good, Akira.” Unlike how he’d been previously, he seemed a little less, stuck up, perhaps. Or perhaps a little less awkward with his words.
“How’ve ya been?” Cocking his head to one side, the now-brunette seemed genuinely curious of how his friend was doing. Sure, it’d been a while since he’d expressed an interest in someone’s well-being, but it seemed that not only his hair had changed in the past while.
Without waiting for a response, he lifted his hand up, and ruffled the shorter male’s hair, and gave a bit of a grin.
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He shook his head immediately. “Why would I know how to cook?” His face looked almost like one of shock. Sure he’d baked with his mother when he was a young child but nothing since then. And certainly nothing since he’d come to Weston.
“…? I thought ‘at people ‘yer age knew ‘ow to ‘ook…” Tilting his head, the red haired male seemed curious of what he’d said wrong. “Or ‘arr ‘ya too fanc’y ‘ta cook?” That could be the proper answer; Gregory hardly seemed like someone who did a whole lot asides from his school work.
It was a hot day. Why was it a hot day? It was the middle of April. But it was as if the weather missed that fact, and decided to pretend as if the city were bordering a volcano which had erupted.
And to be honest, if that metaphorical volcano could be embodied, it’d probably be Ink.
“Isn’t it just nice today? Nice, nice, nice. ExCrUcIaTiNgLy NICE,” the white haired female still wore her usual attire, and despite being about as overheated as an oven left on for the majority of a day, she didn’t necessarily look it.
But she was talking to herself, at least, until her nose twitched. She had caught the semi-familiar scent of— a friend? How interesting. She’d go and torture them.
It was only a matter of moments before the demon had gotten herself atop a fence, and even if it were a fairly thin thing, she walked along it; curious red eyes glaring down at the sidewalk, until she spotted her target.
“Oh, Anya, you look—” keep your words in check, Ink, “lovely today!” With a gleeful expression that was eerie, she jumped down from the fence and landed right behind the woman; either unaware that she was letting off a dark and uncomfortable feeling, or not caring.
okay so doing huge paragraphs is beyond me right now so;
anya, and demimon, your replies/starter/s are on hold
but alex if u wanna do a smaller thread i could manage it
ink stop being horny it’s taking up all my muses
Bad mood, didn’t begin to describe Zanxeri’s current feelings. Or predicament, perhaps.
To say he regretted getting his emotions back would be an understatement, and the work he had to do to repay the ‘favor’ of such, it only made him tired and agitated all of the time.
He couldn’t even stand to be around most of his friends— though, when he thought of it, did he have any? Maybe the doubt was why he was wandering around aimlessly, and ended up sitting on a bench. It creaked with protest, and he was somewhat grateful for how old it seemed. It meant no one would try to sit next to him and make annoying chatter.
Sapphire gaze coming to a close, he let out a sigh; crossing his arms as he rolled his shoulders. His blue hair had all but faded, leaving it to be mostly brown— with some blue still evident. He looked rather different, to say the least, but he’d had no time to go and get it dyed again.
When he opened his eyes again, he felt groggy; realizing he’d probably dozed off. He cursed at himself, and rubbed at his forehead, before he blinked a few times. He saw someone nearby— and they looked vaguely familiar.
It seemed his tongue relayed his reaction faster than anything else, a ‘Akira?’, coming from him before he tilted his head. He hadn’t seen that kid in a while, so it was odd.
“That you, kid?” Rubbing at an eye, he slowly dragged himself to his feet, and even at a bit of a distance, he knew he’d tower over the boy. Just like when they’d first met and all times inbetween. Perhaps it was his— friend? Acquaintice. He wasn’t sure.
The only thing entirely familiar about Zanxeri, besides his height, was the always-worn blue scythe necklace. Otherwise, he looked so worn down— and his hair being an unusual color, it may take a person a bit to recognize him. But, he still wore his usual blue attire, if anything else.
