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picture prompt meme.

the picture prompt meme

I — Comment with your character.
II — Others will leave a picture (or two, or three...)
III — Reply to them with a setting based on the picture.
IV — Be aware that this meme will likely be image-heavy. That's kind of the point.

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[ It's rare for Mikoto to break the comfortable silences, no matter how long they stretch on for, but it's rarer still for him to do so with a purpose other than filling his stomach or quenching his thirst. He blows the last puff of smoke from his lungs, clears his throat, and flicks the cigarette butt onto the street. ]

Oi, Izumo.

[ He'd expect the rest of them to jump to attention when he called their name, whether or not he'd appreciate it is a different matter, but not his oldest friend. Rather than a King and his Right Hand patrolling their territory on a cool summer night, that's what they were. Two old friends on a walk, with an empty space between them. ]

[ Izumo's still on his cigarette, albeit the thing's about to fade, too. But at the sound of his name from Mikoto, he turns, a blond eyebrow arched up in question. What now? ]

Penny for your thoughts?

Do you -- [ Do you miss Him? ] -- ah, forget it. What're we doin' out here?

[ The desire to talk about his feelings isn't strong enough to overpower his desire to bottle things up. He tries to change the subject with a general complaint, holding out his hand to take the last sliver of Izumo's cigarette. Moocher. ]

[ is that even a question? because, yeah, he does miss him. he wants the fucker who killed him dead and gone and ash.

but he doesn't say anything, instead he sighs, long suffering, and hands his cigarette to Mikoto. ]

City's pretty at night.

The bar has some nice windows. Upstairs, you can see down the street.

[ Either he's letting Izumo know his explanation doesn't hold water, or he's stating his desire to slump back home. Or - and this is the actual right answer - his legs are tired from walking around and he wants to complain to someone who'll listen without running off to find him a silk pillow and sleek mahogany chair. Going back to the bar? Nah, he's not interested. ]

The place isn't the same without Totsuka around. Something's missing - even the air doesn't seem right. Sometimes he forgets the kid isn't around, wakes up from a nap on the sofa and expects to see him sitting there with that dumb-patient smile on his face like always. If they're out on the city streets, he doesn't have to deal with that shit. ]

I left my cigarettes back in the bar.

[ He explains, exhaling a cloud of smoke. ]

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picture prompt meme.

Mikoto Suoh | K | M/M for shipping

i-it's not like i miss threading with you or anything...!

good because this comment is hella late I'm sorry

i'm all for late

thank god

i'm even later, look

disbelieving stare