Hatori-sohma

hatori-sohma

⊰ ♞ ⊱ —— …And that in and of itself was almost enough to send the dragon running for the hills. He had known Mine for quite a few years now; her boyfriend being one of Hatori’s closest confidants, it was not surprising that he was subject to couples dinners with her and the serpent. Couples being the key word here, as Hatori was quite single and the couples dinners more or less ended with him being the third wheel to their well-oiled machine of a relationship.

If anything, Mine was teasing him- at least, that was what Hatori had hoped for. She didn’t truly believe Hatori was the type of man who would wear a wedding dress, did she?

Oh, God… Did she?

“No,” Hatori snapped, his tone more sharp than he had intended. His brow furrowing, he reached up and held his forehead, a clear sign of frustration. Steadying his timbre to much more polite monotone, he continued. “I… I stopped by to visit Ayame. Seeing as I don’t currently hear his deafening voice, I can only assume he is out on errands. Am I correct in my assumption, Mine?”

✿— Mine couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled out of her having seen the other’s reaction, trying her very best to bite back a grin. It wasn’t her fault that Hatori was so very easy to tease. When he looked about ready to make a run for it she lifted her hands up and waved them, chuckling softly. 

“I’m just teasin’, Hatori~!” 

She rather enjoyed having someone so easily flustered, seeing as how Ayame and she were anything but the sort to act in such a manner; both being very much comfortable with what they did. The seamstress turned and began gathering up some trimmed pieces of fabric off of the floor, placing them into a bag to use at a later date if the need ever arose. At the mention of Ayame she peeks over her shoulder at the other. 

“Hmm? Yep! He should be back in time for dinner tonight as long as everything goes well--- you’re more than welcome to stay and wait for him though!”

vicepresxdent

∟❝  PFFFT, FRIEND? I’m more than just YunYun’s friends! He loves me!❞        Ah, watch your words, Kakeru. He means he’s his best friend.

✿— The seamstress remains quiet for a moment before gasping rather loudly, a hand flying up to clutch at her chest. “He never told me! Oh Ayame will be so very happy to hear that Yuki has found someone to love!” She immediately begins to giggle, cupping her own face between her hands and wiggling in place. “Young love is so beautiful!”

necroticsuccubus

stubbornasstantei

“You can start by not pissing me off.” There was something about the way her response came to him that agitated the delinquent– perhaps because there was a huge hint of sarcasm despite him being grown where it counts! “Then once you’re done with that, mind telling me where the hell I am?”

✿— “My, how aggressive~!” Mine was used to all sorts of customers, seeming to not be phased in the slightest as the other gave the order not to piss him off. Instead she smiles once more, gesturing to the clothes around her. “You’re in a shop-- more specifically a fantasy shop. We specialize in making custom orders to suit every type of fantasy you could possibly imagine~!”

acrimoniousdoll

And like her, Kanda’s selective hearing was taking the reigns.

His vein was throbbing at this woman’s lack of fear. She didn’t take him seriously, as if this were a game to her. Well, Kanda hated games.

Keeping that in mind he snatched the cosplayer’s glasses and hurled them across the street.

✿— “Oh, wait--!” She pouts a little before blinking, putting her hands up trying to judge the distance between her and the other. The seamstress wasn’t completely blind without her glasses, but she couldn’t very well see a damn thing without them. Mine squints a little before letting out a sigh. “You simply had to go and throw them.”

acrimoniousdoll

He sensed her gaze before she even came over. Yet, apparently, his ‘resting bitch face’ wasn’t enough to keep the woman at bay, because she’d invaded his personal space within seconds to scope him out and probe with strange questions.

Well now he was just downright scowling.

“Hey. Get out of my face.” Was his only response to what he considered nonsense coming from the other. Outfit? Cosplay???

✿— “Don’t worry your pretty little head off, ‘m just looking and admiring the handiwork.” She didn’t seem the least bit phased by the aggressive response, instead continuing to tap her chin in thought before leaning back and letting out a soft whistle. “You really had one smart cookie set to work on this, didn’t ya? I bet it holds up great for outdoor photoshoots and action shots!”