@zorkaya : “A man with no enemies is a man with no character.”

     Having those that would prefer to see him dead certainly has afforded him a certain thrill, a need to look over his shoulder  &&  trust no one. Exhausting to a certain extent, but he's grown confident in his ability to blend in when necessary, hide in the shadows,  &&  resort to utilizing that of which he covets most. Money talks, favors are tangible, charm gets you extra. Per every conflict, to keep his head on his shoulders, he takes great care to keep an ear to the ground. How much trouble is he in ?  Does he need to expect weapons ?   &&  of course the result the other party seeks is what makes any of this a potential exchange. 

     As if his greens are trained on familiar barrel of a gun, he tilts his head regarding her.  ❝ Oh, I wholeheartedly agree. It's rather dull if you go through the trouble of messing with someone  &&  they hardly remember your name !  ❞  He giggles, leaning in a little closer to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.  ❝ But I'm wondering, Zarina... How exactly have you come to judge my character ?  We've gotten awfully close, yet I wouldn't consider you my foe. I can't put you on that exclusive list, but something still catches your eye, right~ ?  ❞

be angry with me, if you like.

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And he will. Or he would if he could.

When he had been forcefully taken from his dreampool he was ready to lash at whoever was disturbing his escape. But as quickly as he had been a child running in the unforgiving rain, as quickly as he remembered himself despite the wet liquid of the dream device still dripped down his face.

He should have known it was Zarina. Somehow she always knew when one of them was stepping a little too close to the edge. And while he can understand the need for an intervention for a normal person, Aventurine was anything but someone needing help.

No matter how many times she drilled into his head that she was there to protect him, under Diamonds orders, Aventurine still rejected her. He didn't need protection. He needed to die.

"Fine..." With a movement of the arm he manages to break from her grip. He sits pathetically in the middle of the room, pearly water slowly disappearing into mist as it dries when exposed to air. Still, he can feel the rain on him.

"...Get me a towel."

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“I don’t know, General,” she purrs, her smile charming and her eyes gleaming with subtle mischief. Even the way she drags his title is laced with hidden meanings, but there is a reason for all, no? Of course, there is. “If you keep looking at me like that, I might blush,” he’s literally just sitting in front of her. They’re drinking tea and playing chess. “Anyone told you how beautiful your eyes are, mhmm?” Without needing to look at the board, she moves her piece while gazing at the other. “Observant, sharp, wise. The way you study your opponent is such an attractive trait. Like you’re searching for sign of weakness. How challenging.” They’re evenly matched, which proves to be an engaging game while throwing words and discussion in the midst of it. Her smile widens, slyly, as she chuckles. “I hope my compliments and admiration don’t… interrupt your strategizing.” You little fox, you just enjoy watching reactions when you flirt!

“Ah, forgive me, meeting an even match made me act as if drunk on your company. But do tell me if it concerns you, I still have a list of compliments to go through while waiting for your turn~” What a tease but also how thick she lays such genuine compliments. Then again, it’s more fun to go straight ahead with someone who is used to strategy and thinking deeply. But she does flirt right now both because she wonders if she can partially break his defenses in the game and also because she feels like it, even if Astral Express crew would stare at her as if she’s insane to speak to the General like this! “Maybe the winner can take another to a nice restaurant~” Now, she winks, wondering if it’ll make him laugh. His laugh must be rich and pretty, right?

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A younger, less experienced man would have fumbled and dropped a tea cup with the sudden, heavy flirting. Jing Yuan does no such thing, to his credit, but his cup halts on its way to his lips, golden eye -- having focused on the move Zarina just made -- flickering back up to his opponent in evident surprise. He recovers well, that's for sure, the momentary shock passing as quickly as it arrives, but he takes his time with his tea before responding all the same.

"I can't say they have," he says mildly in response. "My eyes have been described in a number of ways, but that isn't one of them." Said eyes narrow subtly as she continues; whether proving her point with how they flick over her face, or in warning, is hard to tell. "If I were to be interrupted by such obvious attempts at a distraction," the tone of his voice dips to a rumble, "I wouldn't be a very good general or opponent, would I?"

Then, as he thinks this is the end to her mischief, she keeps going. He stares, rolling a piece between his fingers as she continues. Drunk on his company? The more she continues, the more the feeling of — not quite exasperation, nor resignation, something more incredulous, bewildered — settles in his chest. Ah, so she really was just trying to get under his skin, wasn't she? And then —

“Maybe the winner can take another to a nice restaurant~”

A startled snort escapes at the sheer absurdity of Zarina's wink, prompting Jing Yuan to busy himself with his tea once again. It's not a laugh, not yet, but the glimmer in his eye reveals his amusement.

"...How very bold of you, madam," his mouth is hidden by one hand, shielding the tiny smile on his face. "Persistent, too. I don't recall anyone ever daring such a stunt like this in my time as General." The piece is slid onto the board as he leans forward, finally dropping his hand from his face. "You are a charming individual, Miss Solokova. I might take you up on that little bet."

     there's a cool , lascivious undertone to his so - called " frivolous behavior " that spells trouble . a hand touches a wisp of @zorkaya 's silver , tamed hair—— not as soft as belial remembers ( ... are you recalling the right person ? ) . ❝ oh , don't look so unhappy ...      too pretty a place to be miserable in . ❞

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​─「エデン」─  " both of you really are out to get me flustered, aren't you ? " the TRAILBLAZER shifted slightly, clearing her throat. there was a hint of pink dusting her cheeks as she mumbled just slightly above a whisper. " it's working. "

"well, perhaps a thank you would be nice, m'am." the smile present upon the butler's features, a perfect mask for the snark and horse tone that ejected from his mouth. another day, another chaos filled adventure to be held within the phantomhive manor. and it just so happened that today's surprise was that of a tower of dishes that was sent tumbling to the floor, sharp ends of knives and forks hurtling towards the woman. in what seemed like the blink of an eye, the demonic butler appeared in a flash, returning balancing silverware upon white gloved hands, almost inhuman in execution. / @zorkaya liked for a starter.

" did this grown ass adult man just ... ? "

i ask a flavor of this every day about mr. sa.mpo ko.ski

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’ You came back. ’ @ Mammon (said with a soft, adoring smile)

At first, it seemed like such a silly thing to say.

This was his home, where he slouched on the sofa and dozed off in bed. This is where he scratched his head when homework became too difficult, where he raided the fridge at midnight because he suddenly had the craving for sweet, velvety pudding.

This was also where he knew to find her, and that made this home more than anything.

Then it didn't seem so silly that she was happy to see him after he had been gone for most of the day. He wouldn't have noted the drag of time if he had done something fun, but his bone-deep desire to spoil his moonbeam meant he had spent the day buried in paperwork for a company he couldn't even remember.

Soon enough, he would quit, but he needed those paychecks for now. Seeing her darling face and hearing the tenderness in her voice, remembering why he had endured, made it all worthwhile.

"Ya thought I wouldn't? C'mon, ya know me better than that." She did. He didn't say that just to appease her because there was no point. She didn't need to have smoke blown up her skirt — she was observant, she was astute, and she understood him on a level that no other had.

Surely, she knew he would return because he had someone worth coming home to.

But because she had exposed herself, he couldn't resist the urge to tease.

"What, don't tell me ya missed me." His fingers glided against hers, until only the tips touched. Then, swiftly and with the deftness of a thief intent on stealing her heart all over again, he gave her a twirl. "Night's still young, treasure. What's left of it is all yours. Ain't nothin' gonna take me away from ya."

a normal man hardly exists.

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"My..." He pauses with his drink mid air as the bodyguard makes herself present. Zarina is always an entertainment to him. She blends into Diamonds side perfectly , efficiently carrying her duty with a skill known to no other IPC grunt. But it's exactly that stellar behavior that makes her so fun in the end. Her wisdom is one of these points, however whether if it's of any value that'll depend on the context. Such as the situation at hand.

"Who crossed you this time my friend?" Such a philosophical sentence for a Monday evening needed all the careful assessment. Good thing he had liquid inspiration on hand, literally.

jing yuan, brain screeching to a halt because he is old and (apparently) intimidating and no one has flirted this hard with him in CENTURIES

Why was she like this?? On one hand it was quite entertaining because yeah Akira could use the chuckle, but really he just wanted to vent a little but might have chickened out half way and simply asked the question instead. Hearing about the relationship she has with her mother, it wasn’t really something ideal like the dramas one would see on television or read in manga..however, there was still a relationship there.

Akira has gone four months into his probation and not ONCE has he gotten a single call or even a text from either his father or his mother. Nothing from his father would be something he understood, but nothing from his mother? She had always been the sentimental soul in his household. She was the one Akira had been closest to and ever since his assault charges it was as if he did not exist anymore. There was always an awkward silence in the house after his official sentencing and before moving out into Tokyo.

Hell, Sojiro might have hit the nail on the head when he said he’s gotten himself and them into so much trouble that they figured it’d be easier to simply dump him on his lap..that alone filled his heart with some sadness and left a void that the friends he’s made slowly began to fill. So, in order to NOT make the moment an awkward one Akira does what he does OH so best these days, he wears his mask.

So, that mask he wore consists of a smile that turned into a smirk. “Tch, bad bitch. I guess in certain circumstances I can say that’s true.” He tops her coffee free of charge, she had entertained his question so one good deed deserves another after all. “When my shift’s over, want to go hit the batting cages?”

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