omnia-scire:

"Hello?" Maybe the line wasn’t even connected, "Goddammit, hello?!" Had the girl hung up on him? Oh, fuck it. Stuffing the phone in his pocket with clear frustration before turning down the sidewalk. He had almost tripped over a stray tomato, picking it up to see a young woman reaching down to grab her groceries, "Hey, yer shit is rollin’ away."

          Honestly, she should have been more careful walking home. If she was, none of this would have happened. Now she would have to go out and buy more food and even find something to eat tonight, for dinner. 

           Groaning, eyebrows knit together before she hung her head, picking up the items that she could save from the drop. 

         ❝    Captain obvious, are we?❞ Utterly, sarcastic tones parted from her lips as she started to finish up what she could. Though, she honestly thought she was alone, or rather that he wouldn't notice her. He seemed bust with that well, person that was ignoring him on the other end. Then again, she didn't know the situation. 

Steins;Gate

Makise Kurisu

           A soft grumble, followed by a few curses had left the woman's lips as the nice paper bag of groceries she had been carrying home, broken under the pressure of the goodies she had bought. ❝    Are you kidding me?❞ Clear since of frustration laced her form as she pressed a finger to her temple. This was not how she wanted to start her evening. It was already tough being a senior in high school      having finals and trying to get into college, while taking care of her mother's flower shop. It was too much for one person.

"There’s no real meaning behind it, okay?!"

I’ve got bruiseon my h e a r t , It doesn’t make right n o i s e anymore.

shitanii:

Kei never could understand why humans made such a big deal out of holidays. Especially out of holidays that were as stupid as this one. But he decided no to tell Hatsuko that, since she seemed awfully bothered by the fact that she had no one to spend her Valentine’s Day with. Well, she had him now. But that wasn’t such a consolation, now was it? Seeing as he knew nothing about this particular tradition and could not behave like some other guy of her age probably would. After all, he was over 100 years old, a shinigami and knew very little about human culture. Not someone a teenage girl would want to ask on a date.

"Fifteen minutes? Fine. But don’t be late. I hate waiting." Leans against a wall, hands rising to curl across his chest as he spoke.

Brows rose slightly in amusement once he heard her defending her cooking and the moment she turned to leave, Kei threw a comment at her back.��A boiled sock would taste better than any of your meals, brat.” He didn’t mean it, of course. She wasn’t a bad cook. Not as good as he was of course, but not a bad one either.

         A huff would retreat from her form as she quickly made it up the stairs to change into something -- more presentable. Quickly and quietly did she slip through her apartment as she made her way towards her room before opening up her closet. Fingers grasped upon a black and red dress before pulling it out, along with a nice pair of short heels.

        It didn't take her long to strip and change before slipping over to her hair accessories to put in a few bows and then a hint of eye glamour before grabbing her purse and wallet.

          Why was she even getting this dressed up for outing with.. him?

          "It was less than fifteen minutes. I checked, don't tell me otherwise, Kei." She muttered while motioning towards the door, "You first." She spoke while climbing down the stairs and walking over towards the register -- to make sure it was closed, locked and put away before she left for who knows how long.

Everyone sees what you appear to be, few experience what you really are.

Niccolò Machiavelli, The Prince (via conflorens)

shitanii:

[TEXT:] What’s wrong with /me/? What’s wrong with him? This is not an appropriate behavior. Wait.

[TEXT:] And now your mother is running around in a towel.Is everyone insane in this house? You know what, don’t answer that.

[TEXT:] STOP SCREAMING YOU BRAT! OR I’LL COME UP THERE AND MAKE YOU!

           [TEXT:] Oh? How'd you make me shut up? I don't think you'd hit me. That'd be abusive and you'd be out on your ass. 

             Screams again because why not~?

shitanii:

[TEXT:] Why would I do that? This is not my house. And he seems like he’s familiar with the place. I should probably tell him to put some clothes on, cause he’s butt naked and that’s making me uncomfortable. Come down and see if you don’t believe me.

[TEXT:] STOP SCREAMING GODDAMMIT.

           [TEXT:] I don't want to come see that. Ew. What the hell is wrong with you? Anyway, he probably is my mom's boy toy. If he knows the place. 

          [TEXT:] What screaming?

          Screeches again because why not.

shitanii:

Brows furrowed only slightly as he listened to her explanation, now finally understanding why she was the way she was. It explained her behavior around him and other guys that showed up in her shop every now and then. Still, he thought she was a bit unrealistic about her opinion of herself, regardless of her harsh behavior.

"You think a brat like you can scare me away? You’ll have try harder than that, Hatsuko, if you want to get rid of me." Kei replied, but decided not to comment on her family issues. It wasn’t his place, after all. "Besides, you’re not so bad. You do need to learn how to treat your guests properly, though." A sigh left his lips before he rose a hand and closed his fingers around her shoulder, turning her away from her home. "Let’s go. If you want to do that stupid Valentine’s dinner, I’ll go with you. It beats eating that crap you cook, anyway."

          It took her a moment before she reached up and curled her fingers around his wrist. In a gentle motion she brought his hand down to about his waist level before looking off to the side for a brief moment.

        "I don't want to go out looking like this, if you're willing to be seen with me anyway. Just let me change and I'll be back. In about fifteen minutes?"

        "My cooking isn't even that bad." Huffs before walking off to get changed into something better. Honestly, she really didn't feel like cooking anyway and he was bound to follow her to get something to eat as well. 

       ....Right?

shitanii:

[TEXT:] There’s a black-haired, naked guy in your house. He’s going through your fridge.

[TEXT:] Just thought you should know.

      [TEXT:] YOU HAVE TO BE.. WAHT. YOU DIDN'T ASK HIM WHO HE WAS or wHY HE wAS HERE? 

            Shrieking could be heard from the other room.

shitanii:

"And that’s the reason why you’re so upset? I thought something serious happened to you, not—" Exhales but follows her nonetheless. "That’s stupid. First of all, if you love someone you’ll make sure to spend every day by their side. And you’ll use that time to show them how much you care about them, with or without some stupid gifts or fancy dinners. You don’t need a holiday for that crap. The fact that you humans do need it shows just how idiotic you are." Another sigh, hand rising to rake through red hair. "Besides, you scare every boy away the moment he appears. I saw it happen with my own two eyes. What did you expect it would happen? Can’t have someone you love if you don’t give them a chance to love you back, Feisty Pants."

            "I just don't want to end up in some relationship my mom has with my dad. Just the touch and go with her loving him and him not even caring about either of us. I don't want that. I'm surprised you've stayed around me for as long as you have, Kei. I mean that. I'm a bitter girl that rarely has moments like this. I just. I shouldn't even have brought it up. I'll just go start dinner or something."

I'll be your Valentine, Hatsuko-chaaaan~

            "I don't even know you. How do you know my name? GET OUT."

shitanii:

Brows rose slightly the moment she snapped and he fell still, listening as she went on about how much of a burden he was. Same old, same old. If he said he was bothered by her little tantrum, he’d be lying. Because explaining to her how she shouldn’t treat her guest this way was futile, seeing as he already tried that. A couple of times, in fact. What he wanted to know was,

"—What the hell is a Valentine?"

        My how done she was with him. Inhaling softly she locked the door on the store before turning to face him, "Are you that much of an idiot? It's a day that you spend with people you care and possibly love. It when you show someone with gits andtake thme to nice places. Like dinner or a vacation. I usually spend it with my mom but she has a new boy toy that is taking her out for the week."

shitanii:

[TEXT:] Is that a no?

[TEXT:] What are you saying no to, though? Picking up your phone or coming down here?

             [TEXT:] What. Do. You. Want.