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❛ books mean more to me than people anyway. ❜ / mei mei
‘ knowledge is currency. anything that can be traded for benefit is profitable. more so than certain people, anyway. ’
in a sense, it’s easier to discard those who add no value to life, relationships or the flow of cursed energy that she so painstakingly worked to strengthen. met with the tough wall of reality, her mind shifted elsewhere, to those confines where limits are to be bended, and isn’t money an equally powerful force as a sorcerer’s bow? toji fushiguro did kill the strongest, after all.
but there are other things, too…
mei mei watches her carefully, the almond-shaped fingernails that trace words on paper softly, the scratch of a butterfly’s kiss on petals. it reminds her of the tranquil mornings sharing tea with her grandparents, the first days of high school when they were so young and so naive, yet filled to the brim with hopes that their powers will be of use. maybe this is what akari’s nature inspires on others: memoirs, rekindling, the fresh honesty of an earnest girl. that’s what she looks like to mei mei anyways.
she moves her braid, just above her shoulder, silver-snake against black silk.
hand on her waist, mei mei continues, ‘ what did it take to make you realize that, hm? just curiosity. you don’t have to answer. ’
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❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜ / gojo
&. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬. // @ak4rin
‘ when? ’
that might be a good enough answer on its own, so he makes use of the leeway presented to him and steers the conversation into a different direction, not quite feeling like elaborating on the specifics of his sleep schedule. ‘ eeh — don’t mind it. you’re a better driver than i am. ’
the muscle in satoru’s jaws slides across taut bone, suddenly too-aware of his surroundings: though he’s not revealing anything that doesn’t need to be let out, it still feels like he’s been stripped of something fundamental, like she’s seen a side that wasn’t meant to be in the first place. he clicks his tongue, masking the discomfort with something akin to nonchalance and waves a hand in front of his face.
‘ in any case, i can just teleport back to the headquarters if it becomes too much, which i doubt. ever seen me pass out on the job? of course not. ’