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[ Ikebukuro is a scary city, especially for someone who's never left his smalltown bubble before. Sure, he'd always dreamed of moving somewhere that more goes on - Somewhere that thrives much more than the place he'd always been trapped in. So, when his parents sit him down and tell him that they'll be leaving to work overseas, and that he'll be sent to live with a friend in the big city... not only is he amazed that something so monstrously cliche is happening to him, but he can almost feel his heart in his throat from excitement at how different his life will be.
He hasn't seen Masaomi since they were little, though. No... Should he use "Kida-kun", then? He's older than him, anyway, and if it's been that long since they've met... He really should be more formal with him. He'll be living in his house and going to school with him for a year, so if he were to be strange about their relationship and make things awkward... it would be hard.
Most of his things have been sent ahead of time, so Mikado only shows up at Ikebukuro Station with one bag. It's early in the evening - His parents weren't unaware of the heavy gang activity in the city, and didn't want him out too late. ]
He hasn't seen Masaomi since they were little, though. No... Should he use "Kida-kun", then? He's older than him, anyway, and if it's been that long since they've met... He really should be more formal with him. He'll be living in his house and going to school with him for a year, so if he were to be strange about their relationship and make things awkward... it would be hard.
Most of his things have been sent ahead of time, so Mikado only shows up at Ikebukuro Station with one bag. It's early in the evening - His parents weren't unaware of the heavy gang activity in the city, and didn't want him out too late. ]
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Prince Mikado and Masaomi's Band of Awful Thieves
[ Their kingdom had way too many festivals. Festivals were supposed to be something exciting, something amazing and colourful and not boring, but when they happen every few weeks, it's less of a kingdom-wide festival and more of a group of boring people singing and dancing and eating and being loud until the early hours in the morning and forgetting to feed their livestock the next day.
So, as soon as eyes are off of the Royal Family and the festivities had begun (which, most people have forgotten what the "festivities" of this festival were, at this point), the little prince slips back to the castle. He takes a detour at their library, picking up as many books as his weak, never-worked-a-day-in-his-life arms can carry, and shuffling up the spiral staircase into the high tower of his bedroom.
Through his window seat he can see clearly it's almost dusk, the sky is streaked with pink and orange and yellow, and at the darkest parts off at the top a few stars have begun to peak out. Mikado can see people down below and they're boring, this entire kingdom that's supposed to be one of the strongest in the land, this kingdom that he's supposed to rule one day is too boring. To anyone else it would be exciting, that there are things to do and learn and it's easy to be safe. But, when you're too sheltered, when you're too safe and kept in the castle all day only to be presented at festivals you haven't been told the story of because it's not time, life is boring.
So with a small sigh and his head leaned against the intricate bars of his window, he immerses himself in a cliche story that he's already read a few times before. ]
So, as soon as eyes are off of the Royal Family and the festivities had begun (which, most people have forgotten what the "festivities" of this festival were, at this point), the little prince slips back to the castle. He takes a detour at their library, picking up as many books as his weak, never-worked-a-day-in-his-life arms can carry, and shuffling up the spiral staircase into the high tower of his bedroom.
Through his window seat he can see clearly it's almost dusk, the sky is streaked with pink and orange and yellow, and at the darkest parts off at the top a few stars have begun to peak out. Mikado can see people down below and they're boring, this entire kingdom that's supposed to be one of the strongest in the land, this kingdom that he's supposed to rule one day is too boring. To anyone else it would be exciting, that there are things to do and learn and it's easy to be safe. But, when you're too sheltered, when you're too safe and kept in the castle all day only to be presented at festivals you haven't been told the story of because it's not time, life is boring.
So with a small sigh and his head leaned against the intricate bars of his window, he immerses himself in a cliche story that he's already read a few times before. ]
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this one is actually safe!
[On the bright side of things, the very idea of a "castle" is actually more comfortable to Diarmuid than the big cities of the Fourth War. Everything else aside, that's something he can get at least a little bit behind.
A knight must be able to adapt in any case, so he's content enough just getting by. Currently, he's heading outside with his spear over his shoulder, intending to get a work out.]
A knight must be able to adapt in any case, so he's content enough just getting by. Currently, he's heading outside with his spear over his shoulder, intending to get a work out.]
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COLLEGE AU MASTER POST
yeah keeping it all to one post!
content warning for a lot of sexual and/or violent stuff just like this whole musebox.
content warning for a lot of sexual and/or violent stuff just like this whole musebox.