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taiyounoyou

Welcome letter from Zephyr

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aibolition

She invited him in. After spending much (though not all) of the day with him, he supposes it just seemed natural to her to do so. For the moment, she's busied herself with another task and he's once again wandering the place, feeling the textures of the chairs, tracing his fingers along the stitching.

Since that first day, things have gone easier. No screaming over things he can't change. No disappearances on her part either. Comparatively, things are easy. He thought the inner world gave him too much time, but he sees now, there's a stark difference in having time when there are things one can actually do in it.

When not at her side, he's gone about trying to investigate what he can. He doesn't get much in the way of escapes, but there's certainly no shortage of experience. She, too, seems to keep plenty busy without him, as evidenced by little things here and there.

Like a picture on the table. He walks up slow to it, eyes narrowing. He snatches it up, gives it a glance over, and then lifts it up for her to see as he asks, "Hey, Mom! What's this supposed to be?"

Edited Date: 2018-04-13 11:02 pm (UTC)

From:

taiyounoyou

It's a tense walk from the meeting tent back to her house. While she understood that Zangetsu was part hollow, and therefore volatile in a very hostile way, she had never really considered that he might lash out at others the way that he did. It was only a verbal threat, but still... There's a part of her that feels almost certain that he would have acted on that if provoked enough.

And that thought keeps a steady crease in her brow. She needs to do something about this, but she's at a loss as to what. All she knows is that Zangetsu is some measure of her responsibility. He's her son's Zanpakuto spirit, and in the absence of Ichigo himself, she needs to keep him in check. Somehow.

She enters her house and though there's a moment of hesitation, she does beckon him inside as well. Whatever they need to say can be said in here, away from any potential passerbys.

"...So. Do you want to tell me what all of that was about?"

From:

marywatson

(A loaf of bread wrapped in brown paper is left on her doorstep. A note is attached.)

I know you don't know me, but I met your son and he said you liked sweet breads and milk bread in particular. So, I baked one for you.

I hope you enjoy.

-M

From:

aibolition

The moment the door closes behind them both, having returned from their mission on the moon, he folds his arms and leans back against it.

"You left me in the dark," He says and he starts to say, "Agai-" Only to shake his head and cut himself off. But he can't shake the anger or even the trace of hurt. She keeps pulling off kind and still managing to leave him hanging out to dry.

"How long did you know? Were you even planning to tell me?"

From:

fucking_ebay

Masaki,

Zephyr tells me it's your son I met in the coffee shop the other week. White skin, weird eyes? He yours?

Peter Vincent

From:

aibolition

He'd already gone to the clinic rather late, thinking that by doing so he could stop by John without anyone seeing him or bothering them. He can't remember what he was thinking now when he decided to stop in. Part of a deal? So frigin' much for that.

And then he took that time with Stephen too. Needless to say, it's night now. He doesn't knock, as per usual, and he almost forgets not to slam the door with the fire lit within him. It's only as he looks around at the dim lit living area that the spark starts to snuff out a little.

"Mom? You home?" He calls. Maybe she's already asleep. He's going to feel like a real ass if that's the case.

Edited Date: 2018-08-22 10:57 pm (UTC)

From:

termineur

Gabriel hadn't been expecting Masaki to break up the fight between the kid and Stephen- but maybe he should have. After hearing a little bit about the world the kid came from, Gabriel had just sort of expected everyone to have a pretty cavalier approach to fighting. But the kid was a teen, even if he'd seen way too much for his few years. Of course, a mother would get upset, seeing something like that.

He wavered over checking up on her. She'd probably be mad with him- for letting the fight happen, for fighting her son himself, for encouraging it. But maybe he could smooth things over for his teenager friend a little.

Ultimately, he shows up too late to really do any good, a couple days down the line. He knocks lightly on the door, ready to give up on the whole prospect if she's not home.

From:

telecosmetic

Masaki,

If I have something I want to ask your son, where should I send it? There's only one name on your mailbox and I still don't know his name.

-Eliza

From:

aibolition

He shouldn't have, but he did. Under the open skylight, tucked to the wall, he read over the letters given, once, then twice, then again. The grip of his hands put crinkles in the little slips of paper. The words of it put a hitch in his breath. Until, eventually, he could do nothing more but tuck it roughly into his pocket and head out the door. It's about the time he'd go to see her anyway.

He heads into the house, calls out to let her know she's here. It's become such a casual routine. Like if he were announcing having come home from school or something. Often times it's to say or do nothing at all, simply sitting by as she goes about her task of the day. Talking. Smiling...

He doesn't want to ruin that. Which is why, even though he can't quite fight the doubt that bubbles up, he makes an effort to keep his tone casual.

"Hey, Mom? Have you been talking to John lately?"

From:

ceasetoexist

Masaki,

Hi. Halloween is kind of a big deal for me, though I get that it isn't for others, and I sort of take getting ready for and decorating for it to an extreme. I talked with your son recently, he didn't seem excited about the whole prospect, I told him I'd keep my decorating to a minimum, he asked me to check in with you about it because you two might have differing opinions on it. Your son is kind of a weird guy, no offense.

So I was checking in to see if it was cool that I decorate on your street. Not on your property, but around the neighborhood.

Thanks.

-Pokey Minch