CHERRY BOMB【❤】OPEN

[the trash man]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 550px; min-height: 9px; font-family: arial; line-height: 109%; text-align: left; color: black; padding: 20px;font-size: 12px;"]music. the foreign concept was something so innate to life, it wasn't restricted by species nor gender nor culture; music was what binded and meshed the world together. power so strong and potent that it was felt almost everywhere it touched. it had the power to heal a broken heart, encourage budding plants to sprout and spread their life, it could shift a mood into something more pleasant or it could force tears to spill from your eyes. linux loved music. linux loved every kind of music, but she hadn't met every kind of music. how did she know?

mostly the music linux had heard were the ones from her games; chiptune or maybe midi formats that were only digital recreations of what real instruments could produce. it was never the real thing. wasn't that sad? linux thought that was sad, but she also had no idea what a true musical instrument sounded like. so what really could she be sad about?

playing around with buttons on a newer version of a ds linux had found, the ivory child found herself going into parts of the machine she had never encountered before. it was all so exciting! pushing and pushing, linux kept herself going further and further down the rabbit hole the ds left her with until she found something worthy of stepping back and admiring. it was only a matter of time until linux found that golden sweet spot - and she did. even the ebony egg beside her twitched at the sounds now emanating from the toy, things like of which linux had never heard before. sweet sounds, harsh sounds, sounds linux never thought possible; human voices. quickly the child amped the volume and let these sounds be free from their pink metallic cage and let them be heard like whoever had created them had intended. "wow.."

(weekly prompt from ages ago, listen to this playlist for the kinds of music playing)

[Grey]

There's a lot of emotions which lie beneath the reaver's skin, feelings that he can't quite name or sort into metaphorical boxes. They were all intertwined, spectral strings which wrap and coil within the chasms of what he cannot see. Contrary to his eyes which often flicker like candlelight, his eyes are unable to burn through the illusion of reality. He doesn't know the instinctual feelings which bubble and boil. Perhaps one of his reasons for being so bitter around Linux was because of her fascination for technology, something that came from the realm of humans. Anything that reminds him of the past made him...sad. Any other word he can think of is perhaps just a poetic decoration of the feeling. Sadness. There was a tone, an aura, that radiates from the word itself. The meaning of the word is often lost but it's only when one begins to appreciate its nature for itself that one can realise the word's humble strength.

It bothers him humans even exist in this world. After all, only the opposable hands of homo sapiens would be capable of manipulating such intricate and tiny fragments into a piece of technology. Music. This little girl loved her music and Bakugou is reminded again of the sonorous boom of drums, how it felt to play and allow the reverberations shake along his bones which smashed against the cylindrical shapes. She wouldn't ever understand, he doubts she's even capable of registering how Bakugou felt. No one really quite understood the reaver. He's still unsure if he wants them to. "Where'd ya find that?" he asks in a nonchalant manner, though is genuinely intrigued by how the child always manages to find items still intact. Most human items he finds are broken or barely alive.

[CAESAR CIPHER.]

FORGETTING LIES AND PAIN !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE TYPHOON. OFFICER.

A lot of people enjoyed music, if the saying 'it was music to their ears' was anything to guess by. Caesar, on the other hand, didn't really enjoy music. The demon rather found it annoying and preferred the silence. Silence meant he could think without worrying about distractions and, if he had to, fall asleep. The body he possessed was unfortunately mortal which meant he had to sleep, regardless if he wanted to or not.

The sound of music blaring somewhere made the Officer's ears twitch and a scowl to form on his maw as he followed the noise. "Turn that damn thing down." The savannah hissed as he came to stand next to Bakugou, narrowing his eyes at Linux.

#psychosocial.