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➪ He knew she wasn’t from this world. But now he understands her origin in this world at least. Lost and found. If only he’d been the one to find her at that time. It made him wonder just how much he could’ve changed her current happenstance. “𝚃𝚎𝚊 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎." +

➪ As Makimoto followed. A silence tended to sit with him. In a sense, someone like him, in his seat, is always on the clock. They need to be presentable. Ready to appear before press conferences and all. And yet, here he was. Under his clothing, a marked mess of last night's work. +

➪ They stared in silence for the longest time. Not just him, but the others as well. Speaking to him in such a manner? Was unprecedented. Impossible. She'd certainly face backlash!? ➪ Ringed eyes would squeeze in methodically. “𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝, 𝙸𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚜𝚜." +

➪ It’s a terrible unknown. The small creature watching is a partial connection to himself. So in essence, he watches. Stood on its hind legs and watched the entire interaction in its fullest. ➪Takuto. Making him disappear would be simple enough. Changing his squad. Whatever worked. +

➪ Much to her dismay, there was no peck fairwell. Let alone even a word. Makimoto had left before she'd exited the bath. Having left her clothing nearly prepared. The enter to the office was nothing surprising, instantly, he's rushed by the front desk lady. +

“𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝. 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚑. 𝙰𝚗𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎.." ➪ Here is her about to scold her and go on a tangent only for her to hank his hand. The small wound like a knife dragged long his skin. +

➪ Plates were set breakfast spread along the table. Simple pancakes eggs sizzling away in a warming pan fresh toasted bread. He gazed at her while she set the mugs at the table. Lucky? A gentle hum. "𝚅𝚎𝚛𝚢." ➪ He’d reply in short before hearing her out. Eyeing the reheating over leftovers- +

“𝙰 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚜." ➪ Of course, he’s bound to have certain things on his mind after last night. Even then, the return to work. It couldn’t be pushed away forever. “𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞?" ➪ He exhaled and shook his head. Being met by the blueberry. +

➪ Another gentle chuckle. Seeing her in such a state. The two bruised after a single night together. It was oddly endearing to see her in such a state. “𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜, 𝙸𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐." ➪ And he obliged her. Adding a singular whole blueberry atop it all. +

“𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚏𝚞𝚕," ➪ He turned at the hip, facing her at he poured another fluffy mixture upon the pan. Setting the utensil back into its mixture, the hand rose out and upwards. Grabbing and drawing her eyes towards his. “𝙾𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚝?" +

➪ Now that she’d exited, he was half clothed, bites and marks lingered throughout. It was surprising as.. should he heal? Any other time he’d been damaged no matter the situation the wound always went away. Why did they not this time? “𝙷𝚖𝚖? 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚜𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢." +

➪ The next morning left a lot of questions more than answers. Unfortunately a lot of blurs in between memories as well. For the first time. Makimoto wakes up sore and slightly sluggish. ➪ Bruises line his upper torso like he’d been mauled on. Silently, he eased himself out of bed. +

➪ His voice died down to a whisper when she closed her eyes. As if her lips were mere inches from her ears but she could still feel the warmth of his breathe directly in front of her. “𝚂𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝙸𝚗𝚛𝚒𝚗." ➪ More teasing.. +

“𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜." "𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝." ➪ As requested, with a pinch between fingers. He offers it closely. His eyes visibly sit on her lips as they spread. Though slightly bruised, they still carry themselves with a sense of grace. ➪ Taking notice that she's purposely being slow. +

➪ He’d stayed at the door side. Curious and attentive. She’d mentioned her admiration for the crow mother plenty of times. Beckoning one of the many was a simple task. “𝙸𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚂𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚏𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚟𝚊𝚒𝚗. 𝙰𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚍, 𝚜𝚘 𝚘𝚗." +

“𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎." ➪ The writing of papers halted and the ink pen tapped against the table. “𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎, 𝙸 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎. 𝚆𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛." ➪ A gentle gesture to office layout. +

“𝚂𝚊𝚍𝚕𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚙." ➪ He gave his own smug expression. Considering she was in his arms. A little tease wouldn’t harm her. “𝚂𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎." ➪ The devil decides the punishment. She can see the faintest darkness lingering behind him once she looks up +

"𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏." ➪ They walk past the barrier of people, hunters making way and civilians staring in disbelief of the sight. To them she probably looked beyond saving. Carried by another who seemed to show no display of worry or concern. “𝙸𝚝𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍." +

➪ He looked stern at the question. The look a boss would actually give to a subordinate. “𝙼𝚢 𝚓𝚘𝚋 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝙸𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝙸𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎." ➪ It’s not surprise others have attempted as well. +

➪ Quick to collect her as she stumbled into him. Shards dragging along his own skin and clothing. Piercing and slicing. He gives no reaction to the wounds. Such is already evident that he won’t react, what he does react to is her plead. “𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚙𝚞-. 𝙸𝚗𝚛𝚒𝚗." +

➪ He continues to hold onto the mask. Planning to return it when they eventually leave off from one. For the time being she needed to worry about mending her wounds more than anything. ➪ Even if he didn’t show the worry, his eyes traced her being. The shard piercing through clothing and more. +

➪ He remained in place for the longest time. It was not shock or fear that kept him in place but a silent administration. The cleaves and consumption. ➪ The way she refused to be anything but her best in this very moment. The pure wanton abandonment of wanting to destroy this devil. +

➪ There’s a surprising leniency to his tone when he spoke up this time. "𝙸𝚗𝚛𝚒𝚗?" ➪ He eased another shard out. Slower this time, not to draw out the pain but to be more delicate with the extraction. The glass tinks and smashes against the ground +

“𝙴𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐," ➪ Tone still remaining playful throughout. “𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎." ➪ One of the devils massive arms swung, throwing a blast of air their way. Cars and debris thrown their way. A hand holding at her shoulder to keep her in place for the moment. +

"̷A̷̷n̷̷d̷ ̷I̷ ̷t̷̷h̷̷o̷̷u̷̷g̷̷h̷̷t̷ ̷I̷ ̷c̷̷o̷̷u̷̷l̷̷d̷ ̷i̷̷m̷̷p̷a̷̷r̷̷t̷ ̷t̷̷h̷a̷̷t̷ ̷w̷̷i̷̷s̷̷h̷ ̷i̷̷n̷ ̷s̷̷u̷̷c̷̷h̷ a̷ ̷l̷̷i̷̷t̷̷t̷̷l̷̷e̷ ̷t̷̷h̷̷i̷̷n̷̷g̷. ̷W̷̷h̷̷o̷ ̷k̷̷n̷̷e̷̷w̷ ̷t̷̷h̷a̷̷t̷ ̷i̷̷n̷ ̷t̷̷h̷̷e̷ ̷e̷̷n̷̷d̷, ̷I̷ a̷̷c̷̷t̷̷u̷a̷̷l̷̷l̷̷y̷ ̷f̷̷e̷̷l̷̷l̷ ̷i̷̷n̷̷l̷̷o̷̷v̷̷e̷ ̷w̷̷i̷̷t̷̷h̷ ̷t̷̷h̷̷e̷̷m̷ ̷s̷̷o̷ ̷t̷̷h̷̷i̷̷s̷ ̷o̷̷n̷̷e̷ ̷i̷̷s̷ ̷m̷̷y̷ ̷b̷̷i̷̷g̷̷g̷̷e̷̷s̷̷t̷ ̷r̷̷e̷̷g̷̷r̷̷e̷̷t̷."

➪ The destruction had been noted. Civilians had called. The sirens blared. A custom that many of the poor people in this city had grown accustomed to. ➪ As she slid against the ground. Trail of mishap following to her body. A shadow casted over her suddenly as she attempted to recover. +

“𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝. 𝙰𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚙, 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚞𝚝𝚢." ➪ Zero sign of fatigue plagued him. Once more, now that they’d returned he looked in perfect condition despite the tattered clothing. He noticed hers however giving a gentle nod and allowing her to make her way out of the office. +

➪ He only nodded. No plan to press further into the depths of where he was not wanted, at least for the time being. ➪ The shift like a blink. Once moment, a wooden decrepit home and the next, they’re in his office once more. +

“𝚈𝚎𝚝, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚜, 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔?" “𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜?" ➪ He’s not particularly keen on staying in this world himself but there’s certainly a reason behind why this world had beckoned them. +

“𝙾𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍." ➪ He casually rebutted. All the while a finger dragged against dusted counters. Only until the scent of fresh incense was lit. A turn of the head given, approaching at her side. “𝙰𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛..?" ➪ Another shrine? Same individual. +

"𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜." ➪ He head twists taking in each dramatic feature the area displayed. The statue and all. A place of worship, a safe-haven. There was something in there world like that, churches. Those gave no real protection however. +

➪ His lips twisted with amusement at the firearm attached to her. “𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎. 𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚎?" ➪ Curiosity peaked, he decided to let it play out. Whatever was in that pistol was of little significance +

➪ He listened intently. Never once interrupting. She became eased with the story. The sense of comfort she gave to herself somehow managed to make the world less eerie. ➪ The cave shines with almost like glimmering stars in the night sky. A crow mother. His twisting back for a moment. +

➪ Makioto remained. Saturn ringed eyes lingered heavily on her. Eventually retreating back into his seat, a check at the wrist, wristwatch produced and checking the time. “𝙷𝚘𝚠, 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐.." ➪ The blackmarket and all was an ever silent but looming threat. +

“𝚂𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍?" ➪ An assumption but with the way it was described, it sounded as such. "𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚡𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍." ➪ His eyes veer upwards at the mention of crows. She knows nothing of the devils. +

➪ He silently entered, gentle queues of her taken. Eyes leisurely combing over the home that in his eyes reeked of cigarettes. The smell would linger on his clothing awards, it wasn’t his taste but no matter. ➪ Her casual demeanor was squashed by his professional aspect. +

➪ There’s a slow breath escaping him. A slow settle into his clothing with a smooth over of his jacket. “𝙸𝚖 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝙸𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚛." "𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘, 𝙸𝚖 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑.. 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢. 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸𝚖 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑." +

➪ No reaction of any sorts. The snow impacting against his clothing. Eyes tracking the clumps as they fell from his clothing and retreated back up to her. ➪No smirk, no snarky remark. Just as she turned away, the edge of his lip drifted. The smallest hint of disappointment lingered. +

"𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 [𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛]. 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝙽𝚘𝚠." #MVRP

“𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝙳𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚒 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎? 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝?" ➪ The bandages were unbound from his torso. A pass through hole in its wake, only to be covered by the jacket once more. So long as he’s healed, whatever comes next is with ease. +

➪ She could only hear, feel, sense. The forest around them drowning in a figurative darkness. 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘮. ➪ A heartbeat could be heard. It wasn’t hers, the witch was still whimpering in the distance. Makimoto hadn’t touched her yet, so it seemed. +

"𝚆𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛 𝙸 𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗?" ➪ A playful mocking expression setting on his features. The one stayed screeching on the ground even as Inrin finished the last few that were brave enough to attempt a return. ➪ The witch whimpered, cried in a language he could not understand. +

➪ His casual demeanor never changed. Even after these events. It seemed like the silence had spoken enough words for both of them. As she bid herself, Makimoto would then finally move. Scooping up the paperwork and inserting it back into the suitcase. “𝙸 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎." +

➪ The snow shifted under work shoes. His outfit was very much not one for the outdoors. He would only watch as she moved rather effortlessly, leaping into the air and swiping and taking one’s life so carelessly. ➪ The gentle click of her tongue finally causing him to react. +

➪ The snow around the cabin was fresh. Feet instantly sinking past the ankle into snow at the first step. No complaint. Though he did look at it in disapproval. ➪ The track to the woods was slow, her steps deliberately placed to assist him. He hummed amused by her. Towering pines surround them- +

➪He was very aware of her blood being a great deal of importance. It’s why he’d brought it up in the first place. Sadly, for the time being, it doesn’t seem like she’s going to make it easy. “𝙸 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎.." ➪ He’s cut off before she continued, drowning him. +

➪ Her silent apprehension brought him amusement, almost like he was reading her just as quickly as she could react, or even beforehand. “𝙸 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚒𝚏 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘, 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕." +