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recolle2018-06-02 11:30 am
livingimpaired) wrote in recolle2018-06-02 11:30 am
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WHO: Kei Shigaraki (livingimpaired) and Koga Oogami (roughplayer).
WHERE: Random street.
WHEN: June 3.
WHAT: Kei attempts to take his nephew to church. Wrong nephew.
WARNINGS: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
The new suit fits better than the rented. He still lightly tugs on the end of his sleeves, however. The color is a stark black -- which he believes will work well for both church and funerals, but Kei already decides to keep the dual use to himself. At the very least, he thinks that the color and cut of the suit hides his new body much better than his casual, everyday clothes. Yet while he says "better," he does still receives comments about how much more fit that he looks much to his chagrin.
But it doesn't really matter (so he tells himself). Or rather, he sees little reason in changing his weekly activities save for some catastrophe happening. That said, Kei takes his usual route to church for Sunday Mass. He pauses to take in the sights of the repainted city -- and silently applauds the efforts of everyone around him. Once more, everyone has done what they should and could to ensure that their city remains whole.
"Oh?" And as he scans his surroundings, he catches the sight of a "familiar" face. It's familiar in that he recognizes him immediately, but the hair is a different color than when he last saw his nephew. He can't say that is surprising, however, and walks to meet him. "There you are, Mizuki Sena." Greeting him as such, Kei makes it seem more like he has been looking for him than having to chance upon him.
"I was just on my way to church. It should be interesting where we can only hear the voices, like we are hearing the voice from above, hm?" He chuckles to himself, as he seems not too distraught over the current situation they happen to find themselves. "If you come along, I promise to buy you some food afterward. Oh, well, I suppose I can't, but we certainly can steal some food from wherever you wish." Because, no, he has no intention of making ramen this time around.
But he pauses as he look his nephew over. This is... Mizuki Sena, isn't it? His eyebrows come together as he looks the young man over, suddenly feeling unsure.
livingimpaired) and Koga Oogami (roughplayer).WHERE: Random street.
WHEN: June 3.
WHAT: Kei attempts to take his nephew to church. Wrong nephew.
WARNINGS: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
The new suit fits better than the rented. He still lightly tugs on the end of his sleeves, however. The color is a stark black -- which he believes will work well for both church and funerals, but Kei already decides to keep the dual use to himself. At the very least, he thinks that the color and cut of the suit hides his new body much better than his casual, everyday clothes. Yet while he says "better," he does still receives comments about how much more fit that he looks much to his chagrin.
But it doesn't really matter (so he tells himself). Or rather, he sees little reason in changing his weekly activities save for some catastrophe happening. That said, Kei takes his usual route to church for Sunday Mass. He pauses to take in the sights of the repainted city -- and silently applauds the efforts of everyone around him. Once more, everyone has done what they should and could to ensure that their city remains whole.
"Oh?" And as he scans his surroundings, he catches the sight of a "familiar" face. It's familiar in that he recognizes him immediately, but the hair is a different color than when he last saw his nephew. He can't say that is surprising, however, and walks to meet him. "There you are, Mizuki Sena." Greeting him as such, Kei makes it seem more like he has been looking for him than having to chance upon him.
"I was just on my way to church. It should be interesting where we can only hear the voices, like we are hearing the voice from above, hm?" He chuckles to himself, as he seems not too distraught over the current situation they happen to find themselves. "If you come along, I promise to buy you some food afterward. Oh, well, I suppose I can't, but we certainly can steal some food from wherever you wish." Because, no, he has no intention of making ramen this time around.
But he pauses as he look his nephew over. This is... Mizuki Sena, isn't it? His eyebrows come together as he looks the young man over, suddenly feeling unsure.