Thread: ✗ ✘ øυϯ øƒ cøηϯяøℓ ✘ ✗ [Viktoff Samson & SoTheySay]

Of course she had to be incredibly endearing. Shin had to be cynical about the direction the universe was taking him now. Was meeting Kana a blessing or a curse? Even as she sheepishly apologized for her dirtying of his white tee, he saw right past the grime to spot a warm and beautiful woman beneath it. Knowing his dream was to fade away without regret, was some sick arbiter of fate sending Kana his way to give him someone to miss? If that were the case, he'd have to slaughter such an arbiter for betraying him so. And yet, he couldn't help but watch Kana hug her towel and her whole stride towards the bathroom before gently shutting the easily slammed door behind her. Odds are she was perfect, Shin was having a hard time imagining them not having a killer time together. And yet, he's already decided that he wouldn't be prolonging his life any further. His smile faded now that he was alone. Would she hate him? Plucking her off of the street and unwaveringly, unflinchingly leaping through hoops to help her cope and live again, only to duck out on life the moment his ragged starved body finally croaks? She simply didn't possess the strength to make him do anything, or not yet anyway. Was disgusting irony that he'd build her up while he was unwilling to repair a single thing pertaining to the collapsing building that was his body? So many questions, and he wasn't in the right place to answer said questions. After all, it wasn't his fault that she needed someone and he didn't owe her an excuse for his decaying form either. Sure enough if he could state such a thing with a straight face she'd have no means to deconstruct his position. And yet, he knew he couldn't. With a sigh, Shin hadn't even realized he wasn't breathing since he adored her little smile. That was worrying, but he knew he had to relax. His large black phone was dug out from his pocket as his thumb rattled against the screen, summoning the lock screen before quickly making his way to his text app. Here he was presented with the previous two messages from the stranger that he didn't respond too earlier. Somehow he found the strength to merely delete them, mentally noting the curious shift in confidence he now possessed when considering the way he froze up this morning. It felt silly, how a few strings of letters shook him up earlier. Now with that off his plate and the woman he's snatched up bathing her attractive little form in his shower, he was more than free to assess the web for a number of different things. The anonymous service he worked for which effectively paid his rent sent three new requests to his inbox, all of which he accepted after carefully discerned whether they'd affect his safety or not. After that was finished, he sent out two different text messages to old friends. He knew he couldn't rely on them responding as they could have new numbers or they might refuse to see him again granted his suicide pact. Either way, he couldn't take Kana outside without both a change of clothes and a serious means of concealing her identity should she wish to go hunting. Shin was still almost entirely sure that neither of his old friends would come through for him. It's been months and he did all he could to assure them that they were powerless to change his mind. Bizarrely, the way his thumbs punched his custom keypad on his phone screen actually quelled some of his abominable nausea. However, the uncertainty over what they might say back didn't help him any. Of course, now he was finished with the serious business, he had to do the most important thing today Check in on his monsters. Standing quickly, he swiped the screen and found his game app with one hand as his left would quickly pull his shirt off his left arm and over his head. As the log in screen loaded his info, he swapped the phone to his left hand and finished taking his shirt off while tossing it over his head to land on the couch. He was working up a bit of a good mood, which was making his stomach twist cruelly. His months of experience with such pains allowed him to operate his game app further anyway. With a narrow of his eyes, he checked in on some of the automated systems that were feeding and raising his recently acquired baby mons. None of them were shaping up as much as he'd like to see after their overnight stay in their chambers, so he let them be and sent a handful of his trusty endgame monsters on a mission. Given that combat could be auto, he left his phone on the counter in the kitchen and turned to make his way back to the bedroom. Before he fully turned around, the bathroom door would open to reveal his dear little towel goddess in her purest form. He inwardly remarked how stunning and cure she was, remembering how similar the girl monster one of his friends wanted would look like Kana now. This was especially remarkable as her pair of blue eyes pierced his knowing cool guy look, leaving in him with his partially opened lips and open eyed stare. Her little mannerisms caught him off guard as well, it was impossible for him to process the sheer difference a single shower made for her new impressing look. Of course, his infamous charisma wanted him to make a move on her toweled smaller form, but he shook that idea away when he finally processed that she could control her Kakugan left eye. This was a relieving factoid as he wouldn't have to cover it should they decide to go clothes shopping. By now he knew that he was starring, and clearly he didn't have the coolest look on his face either. Shoving his left hand over his face and leaning his head back, he groaned as he labored over a wave of inward disappointment with himself. This display would be easily read by anyone who can read context and body language, both were common among social creatures. Ugh-... He began and then droned off, still processing her cuteness. 'Very smooth, dork.' He thought to himself, and Shin would probably kick himself too if it wouldn't make him look even more stupid. Yeah. He snapped his fingers, turning his topless and fit body toward his bedroom. He walked off with a bit of his earlier good vibe showing itself in his stride. He returned with a pair of stretchy waist gym shorts which fit him very well, but would at least not fall off her midriff too easily, and another of his worn white shirts from yesterday. He'd hand them to her as he found his smile. Go ahead and pull those on. Do you want another cup of coffee? I don't think we'll be going anywhere today. He noted these things as he worked himself back into his usual relaxed tone.