Maybe this is all I can be.

The Golden Wing (via brideofsparda)

Dinosaur Repellent: Franchi’s Spas-12

EDC FNX 40 w/ Custom Cerakote  

Glock 20 Gen4

The classic 6” Ka-Bar combat knife.  A weapon that will forever be associated with the US Marine Corps and the Pacific War.

That Saiga looks like fun.

Lavender bundled in a small plait that dangled behind her ear, nimble fingers swept it up into a higher ponytail. A simple task to keep her hands busy that didn’t involve doodling on the notepad in the inner pocket of her jacket or constantly adjust and re-adjusting the way her gloves fit around her hands. Many related fidgeting to nervous energy, fear of the unknown for the next new circumstance, released in small bursts of actions to settle an irregularly beating heart. Kirigiri Kyouko, however, was not one to get nervous like this. She simply related it to being bored, an attempt to rid herself of unnecessary practices she didn’t need for her next event or scenario.

After all, even she needed to compose herself occasionally, regardless of the next thing on her to-do list.

Trivial… Her current actions were as trivial as the statements she received previously. She only received looks of both astonishment and disbelief when she persisted, before a final acceptance and permission granted for her access into the other’s quarters. There were countless ideals she could relate that period of waiting and persistence, yet if asked, her mind would only force the imagery of a white, blank canvas. Suitably what she needed when she was to see the first despair remnant for the first time since their escape from the school she, and even Kyouko to an extent, barricaded them into.

A singular nod was given as the guard confirmed her permission was granted, opening the door ahead of her to enter once she hoisted herself up from her seat. An expression of indecipherable nonchalance took over to invigorate an atmosphere of professionalism, mainly towards the guard who would soon hold her captive as well. Once she entered, the door would be re-locked, and she would be stuck with Ikusaba Mukuro until they unlocked it once more. Undesirable for most, but for Kyouko… Perhaps that’s what both of them needed.

Violet orbs fell on the imagery of a short, black bob of hair, as well as dulled, blue eyes. She took a moment to scrutinise the surroundings and figure at an inconspicuous pace, mentally noting each thing she could see in her immediate perspective. The piles of junk all stacked in one corner as well as her plates, the ‘normal’ expression on the soldier’s expression and the worn-out computer chair she sat on were only a few things she noticed, unsurprising of a detective well-trained in her trade.

In an action of predetermined grace, she sat herself on the closest chair to her— Crossing one leg over the other to get comfortable. Her eyes pierced their stare into the other’s without malicious intent, waiting patiently for a reason not yet determined. It wasn’t until there was a full minute of silence that she did open her mouth, speaking with a tone that almost seemed as though the two of them had been friends for a time immeasurable.

"… Good evening, Ikusaba-san. How are you?"

Mukuro Ikusaba is usually not a person that is uncomfortable with silences. Sometimes she prefers it, to idle chatter. Often, in conversations, she would be the listener, and let the other one talk. However, even she was put off by the silence of the detective, who looked over her room with eyes that missed nothing. And it was almost embarrassing, being subjected to her scrutinizing gaze that picked up every gritty detail.

She shifted under this boring look, knowing that all of her bad habits and unhealthy lifestyle was being picked up by the keen detective. It just made the awkward silence even worse. Ikusaba wasn't sure what to do in this case, so she just to sit there, letting the silence sink in. Kirigiri would get around to her point eventually, she figured. If not...Well, it wasn't like Ikusaba had anything better to do. 

When she speaks, Ikusaba is only surprised again. Her tone is warmer than Ikusaba would have estimated that either of them felt for the other. But the actual question is innocent enough, even if it doesn't answer Ikusaba's pressing question. Still--That's what normal people did. They chatted. They didn't cut to the bluntness. Even Naegi usually would chew the fat with her.

Normal people. Normal conversations. Ikusaba would do her best to accommodate. 

"I'm doing well enough. I got my Hunter to level 27 in LOTRO, and now she's an expert jeweler. I hope to get to artisan within a week or two."

Normal people. Normal conversations. Ikusaba could do this.

It was as simple as that. The simple acceptance. There wasn’t much they needed— people could grow used to a hell of a lot of stuff. There were just a few things that people really needed to feel alive. And a quiet little dream was one of them. Didn’t even need to be fulfilled, no. Just the hope that it could happen. And it takes all the strength in the world not to break and hold her hand before they’ve moved away from the peering gaze of the soldiers on duty with them.

They weren’t necessarily an oppressive presence, but they were there, watching. And really, he thought as they walked off, further from the compound at a leisurely pace, chatting about the friends and the updates from the internet and sharing their interests and plans about their characters in LOTRO as they’d taken to playing together on hours he had off in his schedule, what would they do if he did just take her hand?

That’s when the rain started, and it started fiercely, suddenly, with little warning but a few initial drops before the torrent, and he gasped as the cold water splashed down on them, cleansing and cooling and washing away these worries just as she did for him. And he turned to her with a bright grin on his face as the umbrella popped open, one big enough. Bringing a few was a formality. They both knew they were only going to use one.

"S-sorry, haha— I should have seen that one coming, Mukuro. I think there’s a place just up ahead where we can duck into— unless it’s collapsed by now."

She continues walking along, content to stay like how they are, until they finally pass out of sight of the guards. She glances over at him as they talk about hunters, guardians, and the pros and cons of picking a tinkerer over a yeoman. He seems to want to say something, there's something about him. She glances over, but...

Then it rains.

She ducks under the umbrella that Naegi held, though it was really just to avoid the feeling of being rained on--She was already soaked through. She sighed, and took some of her shirt, wringing it out. 

It occurs to her, quietly, that wearing her usual white button up shirt was a bad idea today.

She looks around, and nods, giving a small sigh as she ran her fingers through her hair, trying to not look quite as much as a drowned rat. This was going to be a good date, no matter what, no amount of rain would stop this. 

"That sounds good to me, Makoto. If it's collapsed, we can figure...something out. There are other places."

//Here she is in  all her glory

Uh yeah this is obviously not how I’d normally draw her, but I’d like to put extra emphasis on the that’s not how I normally draw her hair because now it’s all grown out and gross but normally it’d be shorter

otherwise I’m actually really happy with this. I meant to change a few things but I gotta get off soon so maybe I’ll work on it some more tomorrow?