@hivemindd
/ Been seeing a good bit of racer anons emerging out of nowhere; it's tempting me to bring Kendrick back..
[@-sparrowcall] / Sadly, his info book is on this account and I don’t want to change out Kael, so I’ll be missing out. Ken is more of a nascar racer, so it would be amusing to see him driving in a different country..
ཐི༏ཋྀ ▀▀▀ [ so where did you hide her. you can't lie.. there so is no point ]
[@felixyzii] “What am I even dodging? I’ve only told you the truth. I’m not hiding anything from you—you’d know if I were. If you’re so eager to search, be my guest. But you won’t find a thing.”
ཐི༏ཋྀ ▀▀▀ [ assumptions only become baseless when there’s nothing to hide ━━ yet the way you dodge, the way you choose what to reveal and what to withhold… it tells me more than any accusation ever could ]
； @hivemindd
[@felixyzii] “This is just how I talk—sometimes I do, sometimes I don’t. It doesn’t mean anything, at least not to me. You’re not the only one suspicious of me, you know? Others assume I’m up to something, but I consider those assumptions… baseless.”
/ the aesthetics !
hi hello, i’d love to rp with you! would you like to plot <3
@hivemindd CONFETTI OF GUTS,, NUKOYO WILL BE TRAUMATIZED:D
“ That’s not … that’s not even close to what I said. Did you even hear me?”
[@act_two] Kael didn’t mind Griffin’s hobby—compared to what he’d seen, it was tame. He’d watched humanity at its ugliest; her little thrills were hardly worth a second thought. He blinked at her comment, tilted his head with a harmless smile and a lazy wave. “Relax. If things go south, you won’t be on anyone’s radar—I’ve never met you, don’t know what they’re talking about. I value my life; I’m not looking to get mixed up in whatever twisted game you’ve got.”
“ Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that. “ Griffin had a very specific agenda and it did not include Kael being stuffed or used as a lifeless prop in the corner of her living room. She had no issues with Kael. It was almost refreshing though that he didn’t seem to mind what she did. Or at least to the point of turning her in. She knew she belonged in a special little cell but until then she had work to do. “ You definitely don’t fit my m.o. Trust me. Although if anyone asks … you have no idea who I am and you’ve never heard of me before in your life. Got it?”
@hivemindd
[@act_two] “Right—the eyes, of course,” he muttered, huffing and shaking his head. “Only you would turn people into props and call it ‘dress up.’ Just… don’t do it to me, okay?” He glanced at her, voice flat. “I’ll look the other way, but if I wake up one morning with my insides rearranged, I’m coming for you.” A short, humorless chuckle escaped him. Kael often found himself wondering how he ended up trading barbs with a killer about taxidermy like it was Tuesday small talk. It didn’t shock him—he’d seen worse—but every day seemed to reveal a new level to her madness. Entertaining, at least.
//been a bit have some lelouch\\
“Listen I promise I’m ok it’s just a small scratch. I have had worse injuries before.”
@hivemindd // He watched him looking at him and he smiled softly, “you’re sweet.” He reached up with his good hand and he placed a hand on his cheek gently. “Next time you’re hurt I’ll take care of your wounds.”
[@-Knightmare_Pilot-] The pilot exhaled softly through his nose, gray eyes narrowing as they lingered on the wound. “Alright, if you insist… I’ll take your word for it,” he said, his voice flat but carrying an undertone of concern that slipped through despite himself. Dropping into a crouch, he retrieved a roll of bandages from the holster strapped to his thigh—crude supplies, but enough to hold until Lelouch could get proper treatment. With a steady motion, Kael reached for the other’s arm, his grip firm yet careful. “Don’t move,” he muttered, his focus sharpening as he began to wrap the injury with precise, practiced hands.
@hivemindd // “Hey look at me Kael, I’ll be fine, I promise. But if you really want to take care of my wound be my guest.” He sat down and he put his arm out to him smiling some. He wasn’t really used to having someone care about him like this. The only other person that treated him like this before was his Suzaku. “Also by worse I mean way worse wounds then a small scratch.” He said as he looked at him.
/ Anyway.. drop things..
@hivemindd I'll make Nukoyo die w him :3
/ This man would be the one to believe he can take on a yautja head on, just to get put in the family guy death pose.
“Why are you outside my window?”
/ OI
[@prettysmilings] “Because using the door seemed far too ordinary… now, are you going to let me in or not?” / >:)
