The Dai greeted his teeth as the other continued to inform him about tragedies they had been through which in the end brought him here. At first, interest was the only thing in his eyes; it would be a lie if he said he wasn’t interested in what had come of their story after they passed away but seeing as nothing had truly changed, his interest began to fade. Especially after he had to listen to the beginning of sad childhood story or this stranger.
“I am kidding– please don’t.”
Offending them was not his intention however, they just needed to understand this was not the first time he heard such a story nor was it going to be the last one. Perhaps if they had met when he was younger, then he would offer a sorry and a pat on their shoulder even but, at this age he found it impossible to do so. Still, kindness soon resonated in his voice as he offered them a cup of tea and a place to rest.
“You must be tired. Why don’t you have a drink and get some sleep? We can talk about your situation then.”
———❝ YOUR TONE MAKES ME WONDER HOW MUCH YOU BELIEVE ME. it’s not in my interest to lie when it sounds this preposterous. ❞ he couldn’t quite rationalize the situation himself. knowing some meant he knew nothing, really. had this been the work of the apple? it wasn’t everyday you were transported to an unfamiliar time and place, and rarely did such a thing allow for the kind of understanding he was getting. nothing seemed to sit right.
❝ the german brotherhood is not even in its infancy. why are you allowing me to stay? ❞ it’s a point he liked to think about. above all else, he was no one to the organization. they could do as they pleased with him, a foreign face in an unknown land. despite his words, his intent, he spoke on just the surface and said only what was important. his childhood, though intrinsic to the full picture, made for an abridged tale at best. he was not the kind of man to speak his business, nor was he keen on garnering pity.
hey, it’s destini! i’ve never done this before so my post might be choppy, but i just got a text telling me that i need to pay for my fall classes at community college. the problem is that the price is $1,224.
AND ITS DUE THIS SUNDAY.
seriously, ANYTHING would be helpful, even if its just a dollar. i don’t know what will happen to me if i end up having to drop out for a semester or two, seeing as my current living situation is based off of me going to school.
if the goal isn’t reached by sunday, i’ll refund 100% of the money to anyone who sent it to me.
I see a lot of people unwilling to rp with me because my muse is trans, and because of that I feel nobody in the rp community ever will. So, yeah, reblog if you would rp with trans muses (nonbinary muses included).
NO MATTER HOW TWISTED THIS WORLD MAY BE, I WILL WALK THE PATH I BELIEVE IN!
ind. sel. priv. bruno buccellati of jojo’s bizarre adventure: vento aureo. penned by parker.
———❝ I’VE HEARD GOOD THINGS ABOUT THIS CAFE. let me see what i like on the menu? ❞ a curl of the lip which ebbed into a faint smile. he’d come near to closing, the space devoid of patrons and floor wet with dilute cleaner. hand exiting his pocket, buccellati waved a finger around the large display above, reading over the items below his breath.
❝ sorry, were you planning on leaving anytime soon? ❞
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