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@zaunbats          ✧          TYTYY <3

⠀⠀⠀╱⠀⠀⠀me  sitting  here,   giggling  and  kicking  my  feet  while  laying  in  bed  rn....

@loosecannonisms          ✧          matching with my bsf......... got me cheesing......

⠀⠀⠀╱⠀⠀⠀this..   this  is  why  we   're   besties...   'ma   smooch  you  so  hard  rn.......

         ✧         lichrally only the best for u.....

@loosecannonisms          ✧          KICKING MY FEET N GIGGLING TYYYY 

* ╱╱  can't wait to interact
            
            @violentvice

@piltcversprcmise          ✧          yessirr,,     this'll be so fun !!

@dimicos ⠀⠀...
            
            ⠀⠀⠀╱⠀⠀⠀'LL  GLADLY  SHOVE  THEM  IN  MY  POCKET,,   we   'll   share  custody  of  the  pocket-sized  quinn,   trust.   (   we   'll   take  good  care  of  you  sugar  plum,  trust   : heart_hands :   )

/     QUINN SORRY ( NOT SORRY AT ALL ) 

@heartshotz    /   a  mini  sized  quinn,  skksskskdkdk. 

a  glaze  had  glossed  over  their  exposed  eye,   contemplation.   he  was  right,   what   's   done  was  done,   nothing  the  two  would  do  would  change  that.   but  wasn   't   that  something  worth  grieving  for  a  moment   .ᐣ   people  had  been  killed,   dreams  and  purposes  had  been  snatched  away   —–   and  the  two   were  left  alive  along  with  it,   forced  to  make  it  out  a  burning  building  and  no  anna  in  sight.   how  could  they  live  with  that   .ᐣ  ⠀⠀⠀⠀(   it  was  rare  for  their  sunlight  to  dim,   seemingly  neverending  until  their  thoughts  turned  on  them,   until  the  reality  set  in,  again  and  again,  everytime  they  got  close,   everytime  they  nearly   ...⠀⠀⠀⠀❝   you   ...   have   zero  need  to  apologize  for  it,   ❞⠀⠀⠀⠀they  whispered  out  softly  in  the  broken  silence.   because  he  didn   't   —–   maybe  it  was  a  reality  check  they  needed.⠀⠀⠀there  was  a  moments  stop  at  the  words,   eyes  lifting  from  the  ground  below  them  to  giulio  for  just  the  briefest  of  moments.⠀⠀⠀⠀❝   ...   and  when  the  time  comes   .ᐣ   what   ..   what  will  you  do   .ᐣ   ❞⠀⠀⠀⠀the  question  is  outspoken,   shouldn   't   have  been  asked..   but  the  words  left  their  lips  before  they  had  the  chance  to  stop  them.⠀⠀⠀❝   i   'm   sorry   —   i  didn   't   mean  to—–   ❞⠀⠀⠀their  voice  came  to  a  stop  again,   breath  shaky.   they  knew  what  she  made  him  promise,   they  knew  what  he  had  to  do,   but  would  that  make  it  any  better  to  see  him  do  it,   to  perhaps  have  to  assist  him  in  it   .ᐣ ⠀⠀⠀they  stopped  when   he  did,   eyes  following  the  movement  before  tracing  back  to  his  features.   momentary  surprise,   a  small  smile  breaking  through  the  dampened  sunshine  again,   the  fire  and  spark  in  them  alighting  anew  as  a  new  dawn  would   .⠀⠀⠀⠀❝   i   ..   would  love  some,   thank  you.   ❞

✧   @heartshotz  ̑̑         the silence felt like it stretched on forever.     he went at a steady pace on this road,    the pot holes and unstable parts of the bridge were dangerous to ride on.     especially if there was two people,     so they walked.     he had controlled the bike to drive on its own,    right beside him.     even after their response the world went silent.     he swallowed his own lump in his throat,    noticing the declining hope in their voice.     ( fuck,    he thought,    he really didn't mean to do that.    but how could he?    it was selfish for him to apologize and say that he was doing it to protect his own heart. )      the silence went on,    he didn't know what to say.    he slowed his pace,    just a little,     letting his jaw unclench and allowing himself to breathe a little more.     “i apologize.     but.  .  .     i do.    i think of if every single second.”     he left it at that.     because that was his first home.     the scervino family was so gracious to let him in and give him a place to stay.    a purpose in his life.    like he was useful.    “i just can't,    right now.    it would be hard to. . .     look at her if i did.”     he let the silence prolong just a little bit more.    giulio cleared his throat and lifted his arm to stop the vehicle as he pulled out the kickstand.      “would.  .  .      would you like some tea?”

golden  hue  looked  from  him  to  the  ground  they  walked  on,   swallowing  down  a  lump  in  their  throat  and  instead  focusing  on  attempting  to  figure  out  where  this  place  began  and  where  it  ended.   though  it  wasn   't   much  help,   nor  much  comfort,   if  anything  it  was  only  a  reminder  of  why  they  were  here  in  the  first  place.⠀⠀⠀⠀❝   ....   do  you  really  think  that   .ᐣ   that  there  was  no  way  to  stop  them  from  ever  doing  it   .ᐣ   but  i   ..   i  suppose  you   're   right,   no  way  to  change  it,   but  still,   i   ...   ❞⠀⠀⠀⠀a  pause,   falling  silent  after   —   sunshine  dampening  a  tad  in  the  rain.   there  was  a  life  lost  that  day,  among  the  many  the  "accident"  claimed,    a  life  of  happiness  withered  in  deaths  hold  as  well,   one  of  normalcy.   well,   as  normal  as  it  could  get  between  the  three  manor-kids.   they  would  still  be  living  their  with  their  family,   playing  and  making  new  games  with  the  young  scervino   —–   why  couldn   't   that  have  been  what  was  happening  instead   .ᐣ 

there  was  a  look  of  concern  that  overtook  them,   not  one  to  fret  much,   but  still,   it  was  worrying  when  it  was  so  close  to  his  eye.   but  he   'd   be  fine   ...   they   'd   always  make  sure  giulio  was  fine,   no  matter  the  events  that  transpired  that  time.⠀⠀⠀⠀❝   would  you  have  preferred  they  hit  you  where  they  were  hoping   .ᐣ   ❞⠀⠀ ⠀⠀they  mumbled  softly,   perhaps  in  any  other  circumstances,   there  would  be  a  light  sense  of  humour  in  the  words.   but  they  were  too  busy  with  their  small  examination  to  do  so   ..   and  they  doubted  it  would  help  their  situation  much.⠀⠀⠀they  nodded,  lips  curling  upwards  just  a  bit  more  in  acknowledgement.   their  hands  moved  gently,  with  care  and  precision   —   thankfully  had  they  done  this  before,   or,  well,   had  just  gotten  advice  from  their  parents  on  how  to  treat  such  things.   and  with  that,   a  med  kit  was  always  carried  in  that  bag  they  took  everywhere  for  journeys  like  this,   it  was  better  to  be  safer  than  sorry,   right   .ᐣ ⠀⠀⠀⠀❝   you  don   't   need  to   ...   thank  me  for  anything,   ❞⠀⠀⠀they  mumbled  in  response,   pausing  for  a  second  between  it  to  dig  around  in  their  bag  for  what  they  needed.⠀⠀⠀⠀❝   you   're   lucky  they  /did/  aim  poorly..   it   's   not  too  deep,   but  an  infection  is  definitely  still  possible—–   ❞⠀⠀⠀words  were  soft  as  they  placed  their  fingers  just  above  his  eyes  again,   touching  the  gash  slightly  to  gauge  how  much  they  would  need  to  use.⠀⠀⠀⠀❝   stay  still,   okay   .ᐣ   this  first  part  may  hurt  a  little  bit..   ❞ 

✧   @heartshotz  ̑̑         giulio stopped his movements to get back onto his bike,     looking at nira as he tried to blink away some of the blood away.     ( it really wouldn't help if he had gotten blind in their journey.     he could barely see correctly out of his bionic eye. )      at seeing their smile,    perhaps it chipped away at his resolve that he had so quickly and hastily put up,    he felt his stiff and sore shoulders drop.     he stooped down slightly and leaned against the seat of his bike,     so it was easier for them to look at the gash that happened right above his eye.     he clicked his tongue slightly,    a soft sound of annoyance,     “if only they didn't aim so poorly.     or if only i had dodged quicker.”      he muttered,     letting his eyes fall shut.     ( they felt heavier than normal,    when did he start to lose sleep? )      he trusted nira,    more than he'd like to say,     which is why he let his guard down slightly because they were right.     he wouldn't be able to do anything in this position.     a gash above his eye and a couple bruised ribs would do nothing if they wanted to save anna.     “i.  .  .      i understand,    nira.     thank you.”     these words were said so softly that he hoped they didn't hear them,     but even with their proximity he was sure they did.

❝   i  know,   but  look  at  you   —   you  can   't   go  anywhere  like  this,   don   't   you  see   .ᐣ   ❞⠀⠀⠀⠀their  lips  pursed,   time  /was/  wearing  thin,   both  for  anna  and  giulio  himself,   but  if  they  left  it  untreated,  then...   they  didn   't   even  want  to  know.   as  long  as  they  didn   't   lose  him  too,   it   's   okay  though,   they   'd   fix  it   ..   .ᐟ⠀⠀⠀a  pause,  then,  they  nodded,   slight  smile  reaching  their  lips,   a  small  attempt  at  reassurance,   or  at  least  to  let  him  know  they  would  follow  his  plan  again  after  this.⠀⠀⠀⠀❝   right  after,   i  promise,   but  you   're...   i  don   't   want  you  losing  your  other  eye  too,   you  understand   .ᐣ   you  won   't   be  able  to  do  anything  it  i  don   't   treat  it,   ❞⠀⠀⠀⠀a  soft  mutter,   a  gentle  hand  on  his  cheek  as  they  examined  the  area  around  the  injury   —   if  an  infection  got  to  it  before  they  did,   it  could  potentially  be  game  over. 

their  eyes  trailed  over  every  movement  of  his,   as  if  attempting  to  get  a  read  on  him  using  it   —   which  they  usually  seemed  to  find  a  bit  of  a  difficult  task.   though  it  was  more  difficult  when  he  wouldn   't   face  them,   their  body  tensing  ever  so  slightly  at  the  tension  in  the  air.   it  was  a  highly  stressful  situation,   so  they  couldn   't    blame  him  for  it,   not  that  they  ever  would.⠀⠀⠀(   perhaps  it  was  because  nira  always  had  to  look  on  the  bright  side  of  a  situation,   or  of  a  person   —–   or  maybe  it  was  because  they  had  known  him  for  longer  than  this  had  been  going on.   so  maybe  they  were  still  seemingly  clinging  onto  the  hopes  and  memories  of  the  old  manor  days   .ᐣ   )⠀⠀⠀⠀but  either  way,   they  had  a  point,   didn   t   they   .ᐣ   there  was  that  small  nagging  voice  inside  of  them  that  worried  they   'd   be  a  burden  or  inconvenience   —   but  rationally,   they  had  to  shove  those  thoughts  away   .   this  wasn   't   for  them,   nor  was  it  about  them   ..   their  focus  was  on  anna  and  until  she  was   ...   taken  care  of,   they   'd   keep  it  on  her.⠀⠀⠀mind  drifted,   thoughts  taking  over  before  their  head  lifted,   surprise  flickering  through  their  features  at  the  question,   as  if  attempting  to  make  sure  they  heard  him  right.   and  as  soon  as  they  heard  him  repeat  himself,   their  thoughts  were  confirmed.⠀⠀⠀⠀❝   packed   ...   .ᐣ   o   –   oh   .ᐟ   right   .ᐟ   yeah,  i  am   ..   ❞⠀⠀⠀⠀they  mumbled,   fingertips  gripping  onto  the  strap  of  their  bag  and  suddenly  there  was  a  hopeful  sort  of  expression  on  their  expression.   had  they  gotten  through  to  him   .ᐣ   either  way,   they  were  planning  on  tailing  behind  him  anyhow   ..   wasn   't   it  better  to  save  the  trouble   .ᐣ 

✧   @heartshotz  ̑̑         giulio's hands continued to busy himself,     tightening the ropes over the tarp he placed upon all of his items to keep them secure.     he was sure he had everything,    even though he knew that somewhere in his mind he'd have to pack more.     ( that little itch knowing he'd have to take nira either way.     was it out of loneliness of out of actual obligation towards miss anna? )      he knew his words would make them upset,     perhaps a tactic to try and push them away.    this was going to be a hard and long journey,     and knowing either of them.  .  .    it was going to be taxing.      giulio hated how right they were.     that it would be better if there were two.    not to mention their skills they've trained upon  ( his arm and their quirk )  would be useful if they had his back.      he cleared his throat,    his mind already hurting from thinking so much and his damn eye malfunctioning.       “.  .  .     are you packed?”     he paused,    then looking over his shoulder at them.     there seemed to be no arguing about this,    besides they've wasted too much time already.      “nira,     i asked if you're packed.”

perhaps  it  was  a  shot  in  the  dark,   a  mere  attempt  at  coming  with  him,⠀⠀⠀(   were  they  stubborn  or  just  worried   .ᐣ   it   felt  more   like  the  latter,  to  them,   the  last  thing  they  wanted  was  to  see  him  burn  himself  out  in  what  seemed  like  a  neverending  game  of  cat  and  mouse.   )⠀⠀⠀when  he  spoke,   their  head  lifted,   eyebrows  furrowing  as  their  eyes  left  his  form.   their  bottom  lip  was  pulled  back  in  thought,   a  soft  sigh  falling  soon  after   —   they  were  expecting  such  a  response,   so  it  didn   't   hurt,   just  perhaps  had  them  a  bit  upset.   he  always  did  rush  ahead,   in  mere  hopes  of  catching  up  to  the  girl   .⠀⠀⠀⠀❝   you   're   going  to  be  the  one  ending  up  hurt,   i  know  you  want  to  get  to  her  but  this  isn   't   going  to  help   ..   just  let  me  come  with  you,   i  can  help   .ᐟ   we  have  a  better  chance  if  there   's   two  of  us   .ᐟ   ❞⠀⠀⠀⠀always  the  optimist,   even  in  seemingly  dark  and  dismal  circumstances   ;   japan  crashing  down  around  them   .   but  who  would  they  be  if  they  weren   't   one   .ᐣ