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๐ƒ๐‘. ๐’๐“๐„๐๐‡๐„๐ ๐’๐“๐‘๐€๐๐†๐„ ([personal profile] sorser) wrote in [community profile] abraxaslogs 2022-02-18 04:22 pm (UTC)

[Stephenโ€™s been busy, such is the norm. A newcomerโ€™s face is always committed to memory, but they rarely linger throughout the day unless impressed upon by another run-in or somehow come up in passing conversation. The former does not apply to the languid oni, and neither has the latter since their previous meeting in that dining hall โ€” until today.

The scent is what strikes him first; it is what had underlined her presence in that initial meeting, too, the smell of sickly sweet alcohol lingering like a fog. Then, it had only been ghostly, a transient brush against his senses; now, as he roams down a corridor, crossing the path of a stumbling guard and eying him dubiously, it ekes. It's pungent. Stephenโ€™s face wrinkles, gazing down the hall, unsurprised to find Shuten sitting at the base of a statue, lounging about like an indolent cat.

He knows better than to approach close enough to envelope himself in that saccharine vapor, stopping just short of its hovering cloud.]


Canโ€™t you have your fun someplace where there isnโ€™t so much foot traffic?

[Sarcasm blunt enough to cause head trauma. She shouldnโ€™t be having this kind of fun to begin with.]

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