[Meeting Hall] [ He could have done without the baggage.
Sho's no fan of the quiet, nondescript young man that's now defined as his minion. Shinki. Whatever. High on his list of tasks to do involved heading out to Shibuya and dressing the ridiculous radian in his own sense of fashion because he's not cool with having something so boring follow him around.
It's as he's stalking through he meeting hall that something sets him off. He stops suddenly, reaching for the shinki. He gets a fistful of hair, and meets no particular protest when he hauls the vessel along. ]
Pick up the pace, Picowatt. We've got places to go faster than .012 meters per second. [ There's nothing odd here about a heavily tattooed young man casually dragging a youth around by the hair, is there?]
[Feb 24 Battle] [ It'd been a disappointment to find that he's definitely restricted from the UG, but Minamimoto would manage. There were differences between this Shibuya and the one he deserved to own, the trends on a different vector entirely. He's chill as can be despite the setback, though he ought to be on ayakashi annihilating duty. He'd had a few more important things to take care of, like dressing Picowatt in artfully torn jeans and a grey hoodie. The spiked choker and excess of silver chains here and there might have been overkill for such a bland little guy, but Sho thinks it's an improvement.
He's adjusting Picowatt's hoodie for the right artful effect right around when a great multilegged technicolor nightmare comes leaping at god and shinki alike. It's clearly testament to Sho's excellent caretaking that he hauls his quiet vessel along by his collar when he teleports out of its path. ] So zetta slow!
[ And now to lead it somewhere more interesting, dragging Picowatt's human form along all the while. Anyone that knows him wouldn't be surprised in the least that he's leading it right towards another god just to stir up a little trouble. ]
(cw: casual soulless shinki mistreatment)
[ He could have done without the baggage.
Sho's no fan of the quiet, nondescript young man that's now defined as his minion. Shinki. Whatever. High on his list of tasks to do involved heading out to Shibuya and dressing the ridiculous radian in his own sense of fashion because he's not cool with having something so boring follow him around.
It's as he's stalking through he meeting hall that something sets him off. He stops suddenly, reaching for the shinki. He gets a fistful of hair, and meets no particular protest when he hauls the vessel along. ]
Pick up the pace, Picowatt. We've got places to go faster than .012 meters per second. [ There's nothing odd here about a heavily tattooed young man casually dragging a youth around by the hair, is there?]
[Feb 24 Battle]
[ It'd been a disappointment to find that he's definitely restricted from the UG, but Minamimoto would manage. There were differences between this Shibuya and the one he deserved to own, the trends on a different vector entirely. He's chill as can be despite the setback, though he ought to be on ayakashi annihilating duty. He'd had a few more important things to take care of, like dressing Picowatt in artfully torn jeans and a grey hoodie. The spiked choker and excess of silver chains here and there might have been overkill for such a bland little guy, but Sho thinks it's an improvement.
He's adjusting Picowatt's hoodie for the right artful effect right around when a great multilegged technicolor nightmare comes leaping at god and shinki alike. It's clearly testament to Sho's excellent caretaking that he hauls his quiet vessel along by his collar when he teleports out of its path. ] So zetta slow!
[ And now to lead it somewhere more interesting, dragging Picowatt's human form along all the while. Anyone that knows him wouldn't be surprised in the least that he's leading it right towards another god just to stir up a little trouble. ]