( catch-all : july + august ) something chronic, bit demonic

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Who ⬤ Lumine + others involved
What ⬤ July + August gone wild a.k.a. substories + IC mingle + (eventual) mini-event catch-all
When ⬤ Throughout July & August
Where ⬤ Various locations
Content Warnings ⬤ Mr Libido being himself ... but otherwise, nothing incriminating

[ ooc: if you'd like a specific starter, feel free to send me a PM or plurk (jibrille) to hash it out. ]

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[ Why is it that she always has to come with him?

Somehow, that's a very sobering command, one that draws out a sigh from her lips. Why can't this be as simple as asking for payment for his ruined meal or disturbed ambiance? Somehow, she can't tell if this is going to be a good idea or not, especially with how weird things turned out last time, but she did agree, so ...

Her gaze briefly flickers down on the man she's holding onto, slowly slipping into unconsciousness from the ruckus she's made. She quickly sits him up on a nearby seat, holding out his wrist to Mort. ]

Do you mind keeping an eye out on him for a minute?

[ Lumine doesn't even wait for his response, heading toward one of the vendors nearby to request something. She returns with a marker in her hand, pushing the would-be pickpocket's hair back from his forehead. ]

This won't take long ...

[ Because writing "pickpocket" on the man's forehead is as easy as one-two-three. ]

[mortelix]

[ it's true. similar to clockwork, he can't deny their relationship was somehow defined by little acts of coincidence; their whole bond forged on one favor after the other. which was unusual, but at the same time, considering that he tended not to bother with most individuals, he lacked the actual comparative background to truly designate it as strange.

which means for better or worse, he was more than content on pursuing this line of interaction. he supposed if she wasn't all that forthcoming with offering her company (and by extension, the potential for him to learn more and eventually conclude whether she could be his rival or not), then he would have to keep creating reasons between them. he supposed it wasn't all that dissimilar to when he had to threaten to decimate a village or two...

luckily for lumine, it doesn't escalate that far, and instead he's here. now using his foot to keep the thief steadied beneath his weight. he seems curious as to what she'll do and then she just... ] Wouldn't that be a little too easy for him to remove?

You may be better off branding him. [ is he joking....




probably not. ]

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[ For better or worse, her ass.

In any case, Lumine doesn't glance up at him until she's finished her task, satisfied with her handiwork. The suggestion causes a wrinkling of her nose and forehead, clearly not at all in favor of any physical or mental scarring on the person. Sure, she has a strong stomach for violence but torture is a completely different ballgame. ]

Maybe ... [ She replaces the cap of the marker, finally turning her gaze at her now-companion as she stands up. ] But by the time he even realizes that he needs to rub it off, someone from the Department of Enma will have already seen it and pinpointed him for apprehension.

[ She pockets the pen, determined to return it later to the vendor. ]

So, where to?

[mortelix]

[ the fact that she could take his words in stride probably implied something of her mental fortitude. or the fact that maybe she didn't take his words all too seriously. either way, mort seems content with leaving it at that. there wasn't any real reward or any sense of accomplishment he would have gotten for torturing this man, even if he believed it appropriate.

eventually releasing his foot, he gives her a small, curt nod. ] It seems you have more faith in them than even the people here do. [ a vague comment, but his feet are already beginning to shift in a new direction.

they pause for a second if just to peer back at lumine. ] To be honest, I have never been to an event like this.

[ if just because he didn't tend to like associating with inferior beings, unlike his father. but, that said, it isn't like his opinions haven't shifted a little overtime, or specifically in this place. hence— ] Show me your favorite place.