@sintempt
᭡. im about to cook with a new hsr oc... rubs my hands like a fly
@sintempt //:stares at you: when done I have HSR accounts… mainly Sunday, Boothill, and Argenti, but I do also have Dan Heng
//is this late because I was sleeping? Yes… anyways curious scientist who wants to share his findings with someone.\\
“You ever wonder how the creatures of the deep sleep?” The male asked a bit curious as he held a notebook. “I have a lot of information on that if you would like to know the answer.”
@sintempt //bro really said wanna talk about my hyperfixation.\\ He opened his notebook to a page and he spun it to show the other the pages. There was a photograph pinned into the book of a Blubberbeast, then under that was a drawing of the beast. The second page was a summery of the beast and a lot of facts. “This is the Blubberbeast.”
⠀། ︲ ᆢ⠀ @-Dawn_Diver ， " i don't really stop by fontaine that much .. can't say for sure that i have a favorite to begin with. " ⠀a huff of laughter, ⠀" but i've heard of the blubberbeast. i haven't seen one though. " ⠀
@sintempt /// “Depends which creature in the waters of Fontaine would you like me to talk about?” He asked and he placed down his notebook opening it, “there’s the Blubberbeast, and the armored crab. Which one is your favorite out of all of them?”
* MY LOSER
᭡. ok... he's back fr. pls cb and specify </3 i miss my stink
and who do we have heeere.. ? a certain skirmisher who’s just gotten off work ~ ♪ hey, umito! don’t you ignore me ~
huh? oh ⸻ ⋆ in a flash she’s yanked to umito’s side, a quiet squeal escaping her. ears twitch as she peers up at the taller man, her lips curling with the beginning of a playful smirk. ⋆ hey, not so fast! don’t tell me you like m.. ⋆ words fade on her tongue as she catches sight of his tight expression, and she frowns too. immediately sobering up. ⋆ shit, sorry. do you want me to stay, or should i leave you alone?
⠀⠀ ৎ ﹡ ៹⠀ @catcovrts ꓹ ⠀ tense⸺the so called ‘skirmisher’ ducks himself.. from shame? certainly not, however, he was more determined to pretend he didn't hear just /that./ his teeth clenched, discomfort on his face while he lowers down his hood. ⠀" archons.. " ⠀he mutters through his teeth, and with a swift turn he immediately grabs the hybrid's wrist and pulls her close. ⠀" stop it i don't want anyone noticing i'm here. "
/ licks
⠀ ⠀ " i apologize for making your job troublesome.. i made you some muffins, it is my mother's recipe. "
wait, you — - umito, you’re bleeding.. ! come in here, quick..
⋆ her eyes had widened seeing the wound —- even if it weren’t life threatening, an injury was an injury nonetheless. and umito had bled quite a lot. ⋆ stay there, ⋆ she mutters, and runs to a drawer.. soon returning with simple first aid supplies. it’s barely another moment before emiliya’s knees beside the skirmisher, peeling his hand back to inspect. ⋆ don’t you apologise.. what even happened?
∗ cb and specify raaghh
it’s important to take care of yourself.. look at you, your hair’s all tangled. ( gesturing his child to come closer, petals thinly pursing. ) come here, umito.
like papa.. ( repeating as to confirm the boy’s query, nodding. feeling his heart melt at the sight of an endearing smile and cute crescents on the of umito’s eyes. taking a break from smothering his child with affection, index playfully poking his child’s plump cheek before speaking —strictly, but benign. ) can you promise papa you won’t do something like that again? i’ll be sad if umi gets hurt ..
⠀⠀ ৎ ﹡ ៹⠀ @euthzu ꓹ⠀⠀the embrace is reciprocated, little arms grappling to a careful entanglement. the boy's lips had finally curled, how pleasant as those softened words of his father had made him gleeful.⠀ " i'm pretty? so i'm like papa now? "⠀ an owlish blink, perchance once then twice.. until he's beaming from dappled kisses.
( falling into silence before his tone softened. oh, he sighs gingerly. umito is so cute, fiddling with his little fingers. he couldn’t be bothered to fight the urge —dropping the comb and bringing his child into his arms. squishing. ) you’re already so pretty, umito. papa thinks you’re the prettiest. ( pampering the boy with compliments amidst peppering kisses on umito’s head. )
