OPEN ❀❧ 『here's another pity there's another chance, try to learn your lesson but you can't』
Who: themothdies & YOU.
What: Random CR, really.
When: Today!
Where: Takasugi's going from his job to the third floor of the residency halls, so please to stop him anywhere in between! Especially feel free to tag in if you're a coworker (origami folding) or a roommate (3-13), since it's rare he actually visits his assigned room.
Warnings: Will be added as necessary.
[Zura was right. he hasn't even begun to find his footing yet, as if the world he'd longed to see literally charred to a crisp has instead turned into a existential mudslide where his zori can't find a grip. Thor is -- different. difficult. he's floundering, though the only ones who know it are sure to be his former comrades, and on pure instinct alone]
[his swaying steps are a little jilted as his dark haori drifts off a shoulder of the arm matchstick-lighting his pipe, the kiseru angled on teeth. there's a careless nature in his body language, but there's nothing except purpose a sharp, olive eye]
[he leans against a wall and brings his elbows in, one hand lingering near the smoke and the other lightly presenting an origami crane resting in a palm, all for his own attention. it's folded neatly, creases perfect, angles appropriate, a real work of art on tea-brown, foiled paper that is anything but shy]
[it was the "mission" closest to his heritage he could take, that would make him the most comfortable -- for all the irony that posed.]
[with a derisive creasing of his mouth, he blows the fake bird from his presence, drifting to the hall's cold and unflinching floors]
[he didn't want wishes or long-lasting connections or memories or even income (all of which were represented in that geometric animal)]
[he just wanted a crash landing.]
What: Random CR, really.
When: Today!
Where: Takasugi's going from his job to the third floor of the residency halls, so please to stop him anywhere in between! Especially feel free to tag in if you're a coworker (origami folding) or a roommate (3-13), since it's rare he actually visits his assigned room.
Warnings: Will be added as necessary.
[Zura was right. he hasn't even begun to find his footing yet, as if the world he'd longed to see literally charred to a crisp has instead turned into a existential mudslide where his zori can't find a grip. Thor is -- different. difficult. he's floundering, though the only ones who know it are sure to be his former comrades, and on pure instinct alone]
[his swaying steps are a little jilted as his dark haori drifts off a shoulder of the arm matchstick-lighting his pipe, the kiseru angled on teeth. there's a careless nature in his body language, but there's nothing except purpose a sharp, olive eye]
[he leans against a wall and brings his elbows in, one hand lingering near the smoke and the other lightly presenting an origami crane resting in a palm, all for his own attention. it's folded neatly, creases perfect, angles appropriate, a real work of art on tea-brown, foiled paper that is anything but shy]
[it was the "mission" closest to his heritage he could take, that would make him the most comfortable -- for all the irony that posed.]
[with a derisive creasing of his mouth, he blows the fake bird from his presence, drifting to the hall's cold and unflinching floors]
[he didn't want wishes or long-lasting connections or memories or even income (all of which were represented in that geometric animal)]
[he just wanted a crash landing.]