perma open rp post (call me out/picture prompt/any prompt)

[unversed]

★ pick someone you want to play with and put it in the subject.
★ feel free to request if you don't see 'em on the list. (muse strength may vary)
★ leave any prompt: images, lyrics, texts, etc.
★ feeling uninspired? no worries, i got you bro.
★ have fun!
★ fyi "late" doesn't exist.

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shhh never be sorry

[purposes]

[ ah, scratches. he loves those. koromaru growls playfully, leaning into her fingers as he sits on his haunches. it distracts him a little from what she says, but he hears fuuka and smells the faint scent of beef from the container, immediately lifting his head to try to nose at it.

he pauses too when she hesitates, staring up at her. there's still many things that he doesn't understand about humans and emotions, despite the fact that he can generally understand human speech. koromaru knows that he probably wouldn't have been her first choice to visit unless there was no one else and he can sense some kind of sadness from her. he makes a low sound and rubs the side of his face against her knee a little. he may not remember her name, but he doesn't want her to feel alone, not when she's being so kind.

but first, the beef. he takes a second to sniff at the meat before taking a small bite. once approved, he digs in properly, taking larger bites. ]

[awaken]

[ She laughs again at him rubbing his face at her knee, and then at him eating. Ken once said he envied Koromaru's life for its simplicity and well, who wouldn't be? Aside from running around Tartarus and taking him to walks, the dog definitely had an easier life compared to them―a group of teenagers (and one elementary school student) ensuring the existence and peace of not just Iwatodai and Tatsumi Port Island... but also the world.

Koromaru was also a part of that. That dull ache of being forgotten still rests in her. ]

Good boy. [ She runs her fingers through the fur on his head, her voice a whisper. ]

sorry this is late aahhhh

[purposes]

[ koromaru did have it easier than the other kids, had less things to worry about other than protecting the shrine and the memory of his master and, if he thinks about it, the rest of SEES too. they were his world: SEES, the shrine, and his master. small, compared to the rest of the world, but just as important. without any of them, he probably wouldn't be here today, hanging out with her and eating fuuka's ground beef.

he takes a second to lift his head a little, pressing his nose against her hand and licking her fingers. the memories are hazy (maybe he's starting to get old), but he still recalls their nightly walks and playing fetch on lazy weekends. he misses those days, when he was surrounded by them and their voice drove away the loneliness. ]

this thread is making me sad :(

[awaken]

Koromaru...

[ Minako smiles at the gesture―it's sad and content and melancholic all at once and for a brief moment she hates feeling like this.

It won't be long, however, until she can fulfill her promise―her contract now fulfilled, giving her enough time to spend it with the people she has come to see as something as a family.

A tear falls onto the ground, silent, and Minako notices that her eyes are wet. ]