Im Not Afraid Of Death, So Why The Hell Would I Be Afraid Of You?

✿— I’m not afraid of death, so why the hell would I be afraid of you?

;;I like to think that Mine is super sweet until you threaten the ones she loves, then she’s ready to throw down. Obvs this would probably never happen but Mine would have no regrets returning a swing back to Akito even if it got her killed.

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⊰ ♞ ⊱ —— “…Just admiring the new merchandise, that’s all.”

✿— “Is that what we’re calling it?”

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⊰ ♞ ⊱ —— There she was- giggling again. It seemed as if every time he spoke, Mine would find something to giggle at. He didn’t understand it- he didn’t tell a joke, so why did she seem so amused? Hatori wasn’t even sure if he knew any jokes if he did want to tell any. It was just another mystery to add the every growing pile. Women were such foreign creatures to him.

His guard dropped when she confirmed that she indeed was merely just teasing- that settled his nerves a bit. Strolling over, he decided to take her up on her offer- after all, it was Sunday, his only day off during the week, and he had made the trip out here. It would be a waste to turn around and head home now. Besides, he needed a bit of fresh air and a scenery change.

Slipping his hand into his pocket, he glanced over and watched as she dutifully cleaned up the area- something Ayame wouldn’t have thought to do. Yes, Mine certainly kept the snake in line… Usually. The velvet couch caught his attention, and with another heavy sigh, he decided to take a seat there while they waited. He might as well make conversation, correct? Mine was nice company, Hatori thought, so they should seize the moment.

“Has it busy today? You’re not too exhausted, are you, Mine?”

✿— “Mm.. Not any busier than it’s been this last week or so. We have quite a few people wishing to put in orders to have them done by the holidays though!” 

She finished sprucing up before excusing herself to go and lock the doors to the shop, turning the open sign around to closed. When she returned she noticed the other lounging on the couch. With a smile the seamstress picked up the folds of her dress before walking over and happily taking a seat in Hatori’s lap, making herself comfortable. 

“What about you? I’m sure you get all kinds of patients this time of year! You know, you should learn to take a breather every now and then. Why don’t you stay the night here? I’m sure Ayame would love to have you for company!”

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❛   cosplay ?   ❜  he echoes, eyes widening && brows furrowing with confusion . oh, but yes … that’s right . he cannot simply tell this girl that he isn’t a cosplayer .  he has a secret identity to protect, after all .  ❛   i … well … it’s … I’m not certain of its origins other than it was made in ireland . i never thought it would draw forth such admiration .   ❜

✿— “On the contrary--- a good seamstress always takes the time to appreciate great work!” She continues to look him over before blinking, tracing one of the seams with her fingers before quickly leaning back and pulling her hands away with an apologetic smile. “Ah, apologies! That’s just an old-fashioned way of sewing such a piece, most use sewing machines to cut back on time and minimize the window for error. How interesting!”  

;;finishing up last minute touch-ups to the t-shirt design before I send it off to my friend, fingers crossed that they like it! If they do then her new company will have an official tee and I may be able to post a link up once she gets things situated! Gosh I dunno what I would even do if she decides to roll with this I’m so nervous/excited ; v ; If I do get more details I’ll be sure to share them with you all since we’ll be taking some of the money and donating it to charity (as well as just plain shirts to the teen shelter since they’re in need of clothes). But um!! Yeah!! If I’m a little quiet that’s why, but feel free to pester me on IM 

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