4thestage
“ oooh. you’re tokeī’s boyfriend! ( ・∇・) “
tombheart
rcknace
،، oi... who - who were you talking to..? ،،
rcknace
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،، bullshit--! ،، it did little to dose the fire that burned away at rational thought. tokeī's eyes dart past the singer's shoulder, as if trying to find the aforementioned route of his problems. ،، he had to -- why would you do that!? I told you to stay away from him so -- ،، his breathing catches; quick, rapid breaths so quiet it was hard to tell their labour if not for the rapid fall of his chest. ،، what did he say to you, keirin!? ،، urgent, he pushes his curled hands again. ،، why would you talk to him!? ،،
tombheart
⠀⠀ ৎ ﹡ ៹⠀ @rcknace ꓹ ⠀ brows furrowed, the grasp yielding to a now wrinkled shirt. uncertain of one's displeasure, keirin's palms pressed to the cheeks of the anguished ashen male. ⠀ʺhey.ʺ ⠀he sets a firm tone to snap him out of the array of perturbations. ⠀ʺnothing. he wanted n͟o͟t͟h͟i͟n͟g͟. i was the one who approached him, okay?ʺ ⠀thumbs gently skimmed to cheekbones, his own countenance gradually softening.. just why would he react this way?⠀⁽ ... ⁾⠀he looked so anxious.
rcknace
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there was already something. he knew. of course, he knew it was his father, but some desperate part of him hoped it was a convenient look-alike. ،، why..? ،، it came quieter this time, almost a detached sigh. it contrasted with the harsh hands that reach out and roughly curl around the front of a shirt. ،، why was he talking to you!? what did he say!? what- what the fuck did he want!? ،، that bastard showing up to his match was one thing but this..? ،، answer me! seriously! What did he want!? ،، there's an unnatural crack in his voice, and a stubborn shake in his arms that unravels itself.
rcknace
،، i was thinking the chords for the chorus could go like this.. ،،
rcknace
the actions had his body tightening, coiling for a brief moment in tension before it slipped away. he finally turns his head just enough for idle, stark features to come into view. his eyes seem to widen at the proximity, and hands later once again on the guitar before he whips his head away. ،، shut up! how am I meant to perform normally with you breathing down my neck!? ،، he complained loudly, eyes screwed shut as the pick hovers above old strings. ،، its your fault, ،، he huffed a murmur, ،، with your stupid, touchy hands and - ،،
tombheart
⠀⠀ ৎ ﹡ ៹⠀ @rcknace ꓹ ⠀ laughter briefly chimes from the ravenette, and his features inched a tad closer to tokeī's. ⠀ʺwell, you're still testing it out aren't you?ʺ ⠀a subtle squeeze is given by the hip. ⠀ʺthat sounded a little off tokeī..ʺ ⠀adding a hushed reply, keirin scrutinized the fingertips that idly pressed to chords─- heartily able to perform properly.
rcknace
،، there's always private hire.. ،، muttered under his breath, tokeī's head remains lowered and attention focused on the guitar -- or at least seemingly so. ،، you're supposed to be helping - not just listening. ،، came another huff, weight shifting as he seems to squirm in the languid placement of hands. the chords falter for a second before stuttering back up.. it seemed hard to concentrate.
world618
oh, you must be a friend of tōkei’s.
tombheart
⠀⠀ ৎ ﹡ ៹⠀ @yaoilord67 ꓹ ⠀ shoulders rolled to a lazy shrug. ⠀ʺwell, it seems like he's avoiding you.ʺ ⠀he adds. ⠀ʺthat must mean you've upset him over something.ʺ
world618
@tombheart ⟢ are the two of you ..nevermind. [hotaru doesn’t let himself finish, holding the wrist band in his hand a bit longer as he thought. eyes narrowing,] you don’t like that i’m here that much, do you?
tombheart
⠀⠀ ৎ ﹡ ៹⠀ @yaoilord67 ꓹ ⠀ no wonder, this individual seemed familiar⠀⁽ ... ⁾⠀it was the rumoured student that has transferred out. ⠀ʺi can give it to him. you don't have to do it.ʺ ⠀a ‘polite’ smile is forced.
rcknace
،، ... you're late. ،،
rcknace
،، .. can you let go of my hand? ،، yet, fingers subtly curl, pressing as a ghost's touch that contradicts his grumble -- perhaps it was a flustered coil. his eyes shift around the arcade, narrowing. ،، the rhytm game. ،،
rcknace
،، o-- oi ! ،، the protest is curt, stained with disapproval that really was only skin deep. his shoots a glare from the corner of his eyes, which falters as quickly as it comes when fingers curl around his. ،، ...fine! whatever. ،، it comes after a long silence, resigned and a horrible attempt at nonchalance. he does not pull from the grip, but nor does he return it.
rcknace
/ JUMPS AROUND
rcknace
/ omg... >< i'm pregnant with our 4th
tombheart
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ׅ⟢ ꠦꠦ⠀⠀͟N͟E͟W⠀⠀⠀VERSE.⠀⠀
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trendsets
〝 my tail isn't to be used as a plaything my lord..- you'll hurt your beak in this form of yours if you continue biting at it ＂
tombheart
⠀⠀ ৎ ﹡ ៹⠀ @ashenvigor ꓹ ⠀ the owl simply blinked—seemingly processing her words.. and he hesitantly retreats. perhaps it would result to something bad if he continued further.
trendsets
〝 ah, my lord it's you. you're in your owl form again too. did something happen﹖ ＂
trendsets
crimson hues carefully examined the owl who now was resting on her shoulder, a gloved hand reaching to gently pet the area underneath his beak using her fingers〝 you don't seem to be in any distress, so that's a good sign at the very least ＂ she voiced her thoughts aloud, trying to decipher what the prince's added hoots meant〝 though, you being all the way out here means you're avoiding something . . are you slacking on your duties﹖ ＂
tombheart
⠀⠀ ৎ ﹡ ៹⠀ @ashenvigor ꓹ⠀⠀the snowy owl perched upon her shoulder, a few subtle hoots⸺it's hard to discern really with this form of his. it was most likely the prince hiding from a few.. responsibilities. concerning the fatui? or, perhaps his mother? who would have thought.
polarstr
feo? can i.. come in?
polarstr
i.. had a nightmare. mm. don’t wanna be alone..