🏹 I feel like I have become the eepy boy as of late too much. Cx

🏹 I know I have been away, but I am ready to return. Life is oki doki.

🏹 Just an update, I try to balance my accounts replies, which isn't the issue here. Just irl work related stuff, and I may just be overreacting, but past history has left me scarred and traumatized, so just gathering myself before I can face you all again. Temp hiatus/slower than normal replies.

"Would be nice, for war veterans... One less painful reminder..." Unless otherwise stated, scars were nothing but toxic reminders. Tormenting the mind. "Makes sense to me. Perfect sense if I am to be honest." Harumasa replied. Leaving him to think about his own sentimental gifts. His headband.

With his imagination, he could see it. The injury now healed up. As well as Wanderer sewing it shut. "Oh... Funny how we relate, despite the obvious differences and circumstances. The conclusion or rather the feeling in the end, is the same..." Asaba would take his hand and rub where she rubbed. +

"At first it was to cover up my shame, my humiliation, and my sorrow, but now, it's grown on me." Thus, emphasizing the stylish aspect. "I could see myself wearing it as a fashion statement. ~" Her look left him intrigued, as if she had something on her mind, but he doubts she would tell him.

It was very peculiar for her to be so forward like this. Though, it was a welcomed change. Everything was fine and good. As perhaps the choker caught her eye, its design, maybe it's color. That was until he realized what had happened. She saw, didn't she? "A stylish cover to hide the past..."

Was there something wrong with his choker? Why was she staring? Let alone, does she want to grab it? Her hand is raised. Perhaps she wants one or curious, as to why he had one. "Wanderer, something on your mind?" Harumasa had gone on to ask. Looking upon her, with a warm smile, yet confused look

🏹 My cyborg cowboy muse approves of this post! Boothill approved!

🏹 My inner Harumasa is crying. Three day weekend. I could use a whole day to sleep in. ~

𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑.. 𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆?~ - #MouthMondy

The only affliction Harumasa would care to be suffering from. Curse him to eternal damnation of hallucinating that he is haunted by her. Even if he manages to wake up and ends up depressed, still a better end than what he has now. "Found my excuse for always being tired, without worrying others.~"

Seeing the other just floating about and lost in thought, sparked a playful note out of the young man. Leading to, him adorning her with various items. One such item was a crown made of flowers. Places gently on her head. Another was a small pet, that happily nestled into her care. "What else?"

A floral fragrance native to your homeland perhaps.~

"Perhaps I can assist you with that. We can't have you starving now, can we? ~"

Her gesture was happily welcomed as he nuzzled int her hand. "Both! Definitely both. ~" It was true though. That was spot on. Her assessment was far too accurate for anyone who knows him to debate on. Including himself. Asaba was both lucky and stubborn. Many would have given up, yet he did not.

It took Harumasa to think, but in the end, he could only speak for himself. For who knows, maybe in his world, people did think like that. "Possibly, possibly not. I can only speak for myself. There are always truths and assumptions, especially based around one's experience." He would reply.

She had a bewitching aura about her. Every inch, ever curve, was filled with enchantment. Drawing his gaze further in. He could not look away. Not even if her was forced to. Such charm and beauty, had him paralyzed. It was as if his body could only react appropriately, would he be able to move. +

🏹 Time to HAGMAX! If no one has already said it at this point. ~

🏹 No! You do not need it! What don't you need? owo

🏹 The return to Eve possibly?! Though I am curious to the revival of an OC. 🤔

"Either or works Lep. Either or." It was interesting to hear such a not so used greeting, at least not as common as it used to be. Though it was refreshing. "They are not different fundamentally but drastically differ beyond the science and nuance. It should be questioned upon all levels."

For now, he would let her continue to vent, but if it gets out of hand, Asaba would intervene. Thus, for now, he reframed stopping her nor taking any disciplinary action. "Then do you scoff at me? For being blunt in being attracted to you? For being as open as I am?" He would genuinely ask her. +

🏹 Time to eep. Hopefully next week should allow me some time off to balance out rping and gaming. Haha, maybe. I remember a time where games kept my attention. Good times. ~

"Asaba Harumasa, is my name. Lep was yours, right? Freedom is a concept that always pops up when I look up at the sky. Feel the wind as it comes and goes, for you can't really see the wind, but can observe the things it moves and carries. I envy it and wish to be one with it."

"In your world? Yes. In many worlds. Still yes. Though, that will never deter those from walking down that path." For sometimes you need to be as corrupted as the evil you hunt. That or don't limit yourself to a specific justice. "Sometimes you have to lose to truly win..."

"Not sticking huh? Hmm? I know! Absolute power will always absolutely corrupt. If that don't work, I don't how to explain cliches to someone who lived in a world you lived in. Something that happens way too often, is the best layman's terms I can give you about a cliche."

It was at that moment he was truly assaulted with information, after information. Not just that, but he found himself, being blanketed over and over again, by thoughts and queries, some he was familiar with, and others not so much. "Whoa calm down there!" Despite his plea, they continued. +

🏹 I took it to dms. ~

She showed a different expression. A frown was a frown, but success was found. "I got you to frown! I win!" Not really a win, but he takes what he gets. "How does one explain cliches? An example would be the hero always wins. Does that make any sense?" Asaba asked.

"Will I now? Are you challenging me? If so, I accept. ~"

There she was going again. She could have been somewhat playful. If she wasn't, he was. Asaba then pinched her cheeks. "Come now, I can't keep doing cliche things you know." Proceeds to do cliche things to get through.

There were certainly tears, maybe not in the present, but tears once flowed down her face, in her past maybe, and not too long ago, though would she admit, probably not. "You're basically going to make me bully you, aren't you?" Of course, in loving yet annoying way. "Even I have my limits."

"It would appear the drink mixer is clearly saying to put something in her mouth, to silence the yapping. ~"

"You've been hurt. No amount of apologies can repair the damage that has been done to your mind and heart..." His hold on her face never ceased, there his thumbs rubbed her cheeks, then came up to rub away the tears. What tears? "It can't be seen with the naked eye, but I see it...I feel it."

"Exactly... what you seek is not death, but neither do you choose to live..." Her aura was rubbing off on him, but it did not make him waver, for he was far familiar with the feeling. "The end you desire is more or less, not existing, not killed or murdered, but just fading, passing away ..."

"We all do, Wanderer... even me, but..." Asaba would turn to face her with a warm smile on his face, in his hands, as he cupped her cheeks, and in his heart. "To die is to admit defeat, and if one thing I have come to know about you, you hate losing... so why die, when you can live."

Artist: 厭木 @hoht_yeah "Do you contemplate what it truly means to be free? Ever stop to wish you were one with the wind? I do. For more reasons than one, though to you, you may only see it from my archer's perspective, but the thought of freedom stems from far more."

"How long have you been waiting? Not long I would hope. I just got your message most recently. The moment I saw it, I dropped everything and rushed on over. ~"

"That may be so, but the camera surely loves it! Remember, do it for the promo, we are advertising your bar, Burnice! Got to lure in those 'test'... I mean those customers, right?!" Asaba had said as he was taking a photo for the ad that would get posted both physically and digitally.

It was at this point, he had built a tolerance or learned that he had a tolerance for the stuff. Despite not being much of a drinker himself. "That one was spicy! Not too bad! This one was more on the sweet side!" Each drink was different, some stellar, some not, but all went down his throat.

There is a lap right here, unoccupied. With your name on it. ~

"Did I ever come into Section 6 with this in mind? No... What did you expect? A semi-muscular twink switch such as me, surrounded by three gorgeous women, yeah, 'debriefing' my ass, they were needy and a plaything just happned to be on their team..." Artist: zergbrush🔞 @zergbrush #SeductiveSunday