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"He might stay with us, so try to be nicer. I'd not want someone to scoff at me like that if I set foot in an unfamiliar place.", Josiah sighed. What had changed here, and more importantly, why were the two of them so upset for one another and then again upset about one another? That fire had changed everything, truly, but in the end, not only had they learned what not to do, but they had also grown closer together - at least he wanted to believe that, but not a single sound had poured out of hi…

“He’s a kid.”, Josiah corrected him with a sigh and propped his hands up, almost defensively, as his proudly puffed chest deflated and he took of the silly hat atop his hair. There was no magic trick to he had with this, but it was a prop in itself and could be folded together; something that Josiah did, only to grab the piece of reinforced fabric and chastise Louis by tapping his head with it. “We were kids as well, and kids like what the most? Smiles and giggles, and toys and fun. You can’t ju…

No decorum, no admittance to defeat, no acknowledgement that Josiah was helping anyone out - Louis hadn‘t always been like that and definitely used to welcome any lost child with open arms. Why did that change? Because of some flames licking at his skin? It didn‘t seem impossible, no, and while nothing was lost in that fire, nothing was gained either. He scoffed with a smile on his lips and held the boys hand tightly - no need to intimidate someone that had less than them. “I would have done tha…

Performances were the easy part - keeping track of their customers the hard one. Josiah always had had a keen eye for strays, so to speak, and whenever he spotted one in the crowd, he almost got excited, a tad bit too much for his own good. Was it good for him to get happy about a lost soul? Probably not, but on the other hand, he'd be pleased and they had someone else to fill any gaps in their crew again, which meant less work on them, or maybe more on him so he could get the rest of the childr…

dd617c008756433c6d28da60acf0735f5c05ba25.jpg Name: Josiah Age: 22 years old Height: 175cm e6474d3dba0a8f5fef73cdbbac68ede07addcd2d.jpgBackground: Josiah used to count the days until his eventual leave on his fingers, figured that by the time he'd grown into an adult, he'd move on from working for a circus and decide where to live his life to the fullest - unfortunately for him, or maybe fortunately for his skillset, that time never came. Before he knew it, he was chaperoning those younger than h…

27262a1acbed6c1242530baced23eda84cede41d.gif haha funny cannibalism | old man x old man | NSFL pull up the ladder when the flood comes, throw enough rope until the legs have swung seven new ways that you can eat your young come and get some, skinning the children for a war drum putting food on the table selling bombs and guns, it's quicker and easier to eat your young haven't you heard? the circus is back in town, complete with all kinds of shows and entertainers! new performers line their ranks…

"So? It's not like that means you can't bond with them. Even if you hardly know each other, do you know me that much better?", Gin asked, certainly questioning this guy and his motives. Perhaps he was too harsh on Kosuke, or on that little blubber on hope inside of this man that, all things considered, didn't deserve to be squashed. And yet, what was he to do? Gin wasn't going to entertain stupidity from anyone and he couldn't, no, wouldn't accept a no for an answer in moments like these, crucia…

Scrambled like an egg and mixed together with milk - didn't it feel like that? Neither Otoha or Mikuni could say; currently, they were one and the same and not similar at all. Clearly, they were struggling to get adjusted and trying to keep their body coordinated, but every single time that they thought about even the slightest bit of movement, something in them jerked back and they sighed. This mixed state of mind was a disgusting one, and worse yet, neither of them could admit to the fact that…

"But aren't you their son, sort of? Maybe they want you to accompany them and you just don't notice it, you know?", Gin proposed and thought about it. Those two chattered a lot, especially with someone like him who revealed that he came from upstairs and was, in fact, a friend of Kosukes - no wonder they wanted him to have a few more things which he politely declined. Were they happy that this guy had found a friend? Or maybe they were rather caring individuals, ones that couldn't help themselve…

Aufgeben war eine Option, der er sich früher oder später wieder stellen müsste. All seine Handlungen oblagen seiner eigenen Entscheidung, das wusste Akihisa, und auch, wenn jemand wie Hideyoshi ihm versicherte, dass ihm nichts widerfahren würde, so glaubte er nicht so recht daran, dass er eben jenem Mann vertrauen konnte. Eine weitere Wahrscheinlichkeit seiner eigenen Vergänglichkeit war nun einmal, dass er in seinem nicht damit rechnete, dass er jemals auch nur wieder einen Augenblick lang mit …

To Gin, nothing seemed out of the ordinary, ever. Was that why Rokuro called him shallow? He wasn't so sure. Everything and anything that happened in his life probably had a purpose, worse yet, it definitely happened for a reason. That was why, naturally, he could no longer ignore himself and all the feelings he sometimes felt. Did he even want to date Kosuke? They didn't even know one another all that well, and yet, if he ventured forward into a relationship like that, he figured, maybe he'd fi…

Was it that much of a sin to imagine a yakuza underling baking? Apparently, because Gin stopped slurping at his noodles to giggle about it like an idiot - Kosuke took it all way to literal and Gin sighed about it. This guy would never really learn, would he? Of course not. There was no incentive for him to worry about, at least not in that way, and he had to admit, as sweet as it was to imagine that, he couldn't help but wonder if the ravenhaired man wasn't right about his assumptions. "I can ba…

"Yes, but you also know that I like teasing you.", Gin chuckled. He meant it. Kosuke was someone that was already getting near and dear to him, even after so little time had passed. Did it matter, though? No. The two of them were already connected with one another, they had been for a while, and there was nothing, absolutely no single thing, that he could do about that - even if he wanted to, Gin couldn't sever that connection anymore and as he sat down again, he leaned onto Kosukes shoulder for…

Kosukes place felt small but cozy, in a way that made Gin miss home. Did his parents think about him from time to time? Surely. Worst of all, they probably thought about him during their restless nights and wanted nothing more than for their son to come home - something that would never happen, and something that Gin only thought about when he found himself in emotional turmoil. Were his parents even worrying? Definitely. As he thought about that, he sat down the soups on the table and grinned a…

"You want to do something with your day off, I get you, really.", Gin assured him eventually. Who wouldn't? Wasting away in their own bed, spending every fleeting moment of life with himself and not out there, with someone else, letting the sun touch his skin and soak up the rays he seldomly had times to enjoy - all that was bliss, a mundane thing that one should enjoy. "Who knows? If you get to stay at the place I work at, it's not dangerous. You'll just be keeping an eye on some gossiping girl…

Did he, truly and surely? Gin wanted to trust Kosuke for one reason or the other, but he had to admit, sometimes, that was hard with anyone. His judgement wasn't sound, it was clouded at best, he'd realized that, but also not tainted by anything. For now, he figured he could trust this guys judgement and if push came to shove, he'd just cut him off, maybe? Gin wasn't even sure what their relationship was, and much less was he convinced that the two of them were, quite clearly, doing what they ou…

Was it stupid of him to do that? Gin couldn't say; he simply knew that he cared for Kosuke and that half of this was his fault anyway. If he could make it undone, he'd do so, but now, he sat there and simply marbled at the man that sustained injuries for him, or because of his interest in him. Would they have acted according to protocol, nothing would have happened to either of them, not in the way that it had, but Gin was still the one that got off scot-free, while Kosuke was the one that suffe…

Was he, truly? Whatever. Gin could take a guess, he could enjoy what he had or worry about what didn't matter. Either way, he was just making hard on himself, wasn't he? Kosuke was an adult, he could think for himself and he didn't need someone like him to tell him what was right and what was wrong. Regardless of that, was it wrong for him to decide on his own what he wanted and what he didn't want to do? Studying someone he was closer to than a customer was going to help with how he viewed huma…

Was Kosuke always like this? The mood seemed much more gloomy than it had to be, but on top of it, not only was he wondering when and why their conversations had turned into something like that, he also had to admit that, whatever it was that bothered either of them, it was creeping out of the other when they were together, was it not? Instead, todays topic of conversation was ... everything but happy and Gin figured he should have brought Kosuke another tiny Tokage to cheer him up. It was too l…

Being with Kosuke was a different experience entirely. He wasn't like Rokuro at all; while they both were sweet in their own way, either Kosuke was good at masking his disdain for people as shallow as him, or he generally liked Gin for what he was. Did it matter much if things changed? He figured that it wouldn't and summarized that he was happy here, that Kosuke had better insight into things, but as he waited at the door, he wondered if the ravenheaded goon had changed his mind - maybe he was …