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my goal in life is to make this as hard as possible for you

[sharkboy]

1. you don't want kids to be dead
2. calm me down
3. ungrateful little father

[ CHOOSE ]

1. SID VICIOUS FRANKENSTEIN (i don't know anything about smt)

[shooteverything]

[ it isn't as if violence bothers him. the fight was more cathartic than dangerous, and he only stumbles slightly as he gets up from the body of the now-unconscious guy on the ground. his hand aches, and his nose is probably broken, but he won, and the other boy is in a worse state than he is, anyway.

he spits blood onto the sidewalk. always looking on the bright side, that's him.

there's people passing by; it's not late enough for the streets to be deserted. once he looks more or less presentable in the dim light (jacket zipped up to hide the red on his shirt), he leaves the alleyway behind. ]

(shhh i barely do, either)

[sharkboy]

[ he had woken up shortly after his opponent had left him in behind in the alleyway — possibly to decompose, possibly to reap what he'd sowed — clutching his abdomen tightly to ward off a severe ache. the moment his fist curls, he's able to see his tattoos on his hands move too, visible like veins on the palest skin.

but his head wasn't in it, he supposes. not from the start. he had brought the fight onto himself, and it was only practical he'd get hurt. at the very least, he now realizes that it's impossible for himself to harm humans — not that he'd ever want to, anyway. he wouldn't try again.

he forces his body to get up from his spot on the ground, and he stumbles out from the alleyway. he's not certain, but he's got the faintest hope that he'll be able to find heine again if he tried. don't start things you can't finish, he thinks to himself. don't break things you can't mend. ]

[shooteverything]

[ he sniffs, rubbing a finger under his nose to stem the leaking blood. it'll stop soon, he assumes, and anyway, he didn't like this shirt very much.

distracted by his injuries, and unhurried by habit, heine walks slowly. he's not hard to catch up to.

at the side of a particularly unsavory looking building, he stops to run his fingers down either side of his nose. well, at least it's not broken. ]

2. YOUR TEETH, YOUR MOUTH (goddammit julian)

[undeaths]

[ the edges of the world swirl around them, beings lost in a place that is simultaneously void and full of matter. sitting cross-legged on the ground, shijima brings her wrist to her mouth quietly. ]

I'd like to leave. [ she speaks mostly into her long sleeves, but her voice is clear and high. ]

3. BREAKTHROUGH DEVICE (i do what i want 凸(｀⌒´メ)凸)

[rottings]

Have you seen the moon, tonight? [ hades smiles and tilts his head upwards. ] While it shines, light reaches the ground below.

[sharkboy]

[ naoki doesn't respond immediately in that moment of light silence — he seems to be staring wistfully at the shape in the sky; legs brought up to his chest and one elbow propped against his knee, with a hand cupping his chin. a small exhale of breath as he shifts his gaze past a certain part of the sky, drifting, drifting... ]

Yeah. Does it do this all the time?

[ the mood seems... special. ]

[rottings]

Oftentimes, the moon provides illumination at night.

[ as if that's what the boy is asking. hades stays still, unnaturally so, the moonlight glancing off of his horns and the smooth planes of his face in such a way that he looks like a statue. ]

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