burybody

        putting a name to it certainly helped him.  he already knew, but hearing it from another's lips always felt as though it would confirm what he often doubted.     ``   yes.    "    he nods once,  the simple word feeling like a key to solutions that hide from his immediate discovery.   still, he eagerly leans forward,  onyx ireses not once leaving the heterochromatic eyes.  the light touch doesn't leave much to his imagination.   Naoyé, for his part, already wanted what that hand alluded to.   he would not be sat ok this lap otherwise, he knew.  jealous mixed with excitement,  churning in his stomach with a nervousness that belies his concentrated, surged  confidence.    ``  you should make me feel better.   " 

@studiousIy,              his head tilts. what exactly is naoyé trying to say? the expression the taller wore is fraught with unspoken emotions, which keigen studies closely—        and all at once, it hits him. if it were others, he might have laughed, and teased endlessly. but because it is naoyé, he merely pats the clothed flesh in a placating gesture.           “   .. you were jealous, huh? is that it?   “           keigen’s expression grows gentle, sympathetic.           “   ah, i’m sorry. you probably feel like shit. should we help you feel better, hmm?   “          the other hand crawls upwards, suggestive.. but for now it merely rests on naoyé’s collar, toying with the fabric. with that, he waits for a response.

            he can't help but swallow again,  his mind both louder than anything before and quiet as thought he had never had a thought.  what was he trying to achieve?  his fingers curl into shirt and give a small tug.   he parts disgruntled lips,    ``    I didn't like it.   "    the four words weight heavy on his apprehensive tongue,  onyx irses dart to the hand slid onto his thigh.  he looks back,  eyes narrowing  yet no less pleading.   ``     it's not fair.   "    what wasn't he couldn't quiet place, but the burning jealousy he thought had dissipated scrunches his nose and wets his lashes once again.    

@burybody  (?) if you’d just admit that i was prettier, than we wouldn’t have this issue.

@world618,             “   oh, so you hate me. okay.   “

@burybody  i’m not sure, you look pretty mangled from whatever might have happened to you. oh, was that too much for me to say? 

@mossaics,            “   oh, shit—      ‘m sorry! here, you can have it back.   “

       ``    ...I don't trust the kitchen.    " 

@studiousIy,            “   i mean.. you could try to make it yourself?   “

       ``     it's very good. pasta and cheese, maybe some bits of bacon..   I miss it. I hate this menu.    " 

     /  I can't help myself what can I say

    / yeah? And i'm imprinting on him loca 

   /  im gonna rub my scent all over him

[keigen], original horror based character. he/him. loosely based off myths of the kuchisake onna, more to be added i can’t think rn.

humans: be careful when you wander the halls of blackwood concord academy at night. you might be approached by a hooded figure, who asks.. AM I PRETTY? say yes, and you are murdered. say no, and the same happens. honestly, you lose either way. kind of unfair, but it’s not as if you’re left alive to complain about it.
            
            sometimes an unfortunate student will happen upon a body in the mornings after. mangled beyond belief and near unidentifiable, what’s instantly apparent however is the deep, horizontal slash running across their throats. said to be made with a long and sharp weapon of sorts, plunged into soft flesh before being /dragged/—       how painful it must’ve been, how much agony did the victim endure before death? ah, a small consolation is that only humans are targeted. maybe that’ll help to calm most students’ fears.