Entropy [hxh]

Chicos x Son x Gilipollas

Boys Are Assholes.

Trigger Warning: The Moefication of a Panic Attack

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CLICK! SHUTTER!

Pulling away the camera from her glasses free face, she waved the blacked out photo, hoping that she caught what looked to be a nearly empty parking lot, the overhang of trees and vines hanging from the roof, the desaturated grey of a brewing storm, and the long L shape of the motel.

The skies were a thunderstorm grey, air nauseating and suffocating despite being in a tank top and shorts. She still stood in the doorway of her dingy motel room with her camera to capture the moment, room filled with the white noise of the News and lamp the only source of light. 

Cement felt warm under the flesh of her feet, the loose pebbles and dirt pressing into her skin, sometimes when she'd shift her weight into her left or right foot and unnerving idea would intrude: 'what if there are bichos under your feet?' which she just shivered away, too busy awaiting the down pour for no particular reason at all.

It had been three days since she fled her family. And oddly enough, her parents hadn't plastered her face all over walls, TV screens, newspaper columns, even the press weren't seen hounding her familia about her.

Of course they wouldn't do that, Maya surmised tasting the petrichor in the air, Tía Fern is a Hunter they're probably tryna play it safe.

Her eyes wandered to the murky shape of the motel office, she had cried for those three whole days on that boat from Ochima. Now she was in Nemey, Begerosse. It'd take one or two weeks to reach Jappon and gather some more supplies.

She was sure that Astraeos had mimicked the Foxbear's appetite as well...

A blast of wind blew into her face and she could finally smell the overpowering petrichor. Her tension didn't melt away at the scent; Maya had sent her nota de permiso the first day on the boat, a weird messenger crow having harassed her for a treat soon after, fortunately for her though, had a pack of crackers on her, but their pecking and little scratches had broken the skin on her face, now it was littered with colorful bandages.

Sighing, Maya stepped back into the room. 

Enero 6th

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Nemey was bright, and hot, but Maya needed to play it safe. Dressed in a, thankfully, breathable habit, all white along with all white rimmed glasses. The young girl had to hassle her thick kinky curls into the white veil, making sure the veil covered that purple birthmark on her forehead; her ink black purse glowed against the white habit. She looked like a damn nun.

Nemey was pretty popular because of its fashion hotspots, and the whole reason she was even out here was to buy: four articles of clothes, maybe get a bigger backpack, food, and mentally prepare herself for the Hunter Exam before she left at six.

Fixing her least favorite prescription glasses. Maya thought about buying some contacts to change her eye color too... Maybe blanco like Nal— Nope. No. Ni a putas. No.