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i cosplay everybody's favorite bottom ☾aoba seragaki☽

[small-angry-ferret]

I’m suddenly just so amused when I remember that Koujaku’s primary job is, of all things, a hairdresser. 

I mean, you’ve got this tall, ripped dude, he’s covered in scars and tattoos, he carries around this ridiculously large sword, he’s a fucking gang leader and he’s got this crazy-ass backstory that involves him becoming a literal ragemonster and murdering the fuck out of a large number of people–what could someone this tough possibly do for a living? Maybe he’s a rough-and-tumble yakuza? Nah, even with the whole gang leader thing he hates yakuza. And I mean, let’s be real here, Benishigure is

not to most intimidating team

Is he some kind of hitman? Some sort of weird modern samurai thing? That would explain the huge sword.

But nah. He’s a fucking hairdresser. He just wants to shampoo you up and make you nice and pretty. That’s it. Everything else is mostly just Tragic Backstory™ and aesthetic.

I love Koujaku so fucking much

[aobooti]

I love this

[aobooti]

Fuck

It’s been two years since I’ve been on here somebody update me

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

I uhh…my wig arrived soooo. @aobooti

[aobooti]

my hot friend is wife material and if you disagree i will hurt u

[aobooti]

“pleasing!” aoba seragaki as a tumblr aesthetic ;)

[aobooti]

❝ And Abraham said unto Moses, ‘Bro, dude, aliens.’ ❞

“Sly, are you alright?” the similar man questioned his statement, cocking his head in slight concern.

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

“Whaddya mean alrite?”  Sly replied in a drunk tone, having trouble with trying to walk. He then burped and sighed softly. 

[aobooti]

Narrowing his clear, brown orbs, Aoba laid a hand against the intoxicated man’s shoulder. “You seem off; you’re not sober.”

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhuddup…….”  He hiccuped and looked around, laughing softly.

[aobooti]

‘God, what measures do I have to go to today?’ he thought to himself, exhaling heavily before moving away. Aoba turned to face the now-drunk Sly, pointing towards the sofa. “You should rest.” suggested the bluenette.

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

“No….You don’t know me…I just watched Mega- fuckin’ Mindy….Its great!”  He said loudly, walking around. 

[aobooti]

Aoba rolled his eyes— he couldn’t bare with him at all, not wanting to be responsible for any trouble Sly could cause whilst under the influence of alcohol. “Please, Sly. I’ll do whatever you’d like me to if you just, lie down.”

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

“Party pooper….”  Sly mumbled, slowly falling down all of a sudden, ending up on the couch, snoring loudly. 

[aobooti]

Filled with sweet relief, Aoba observed as the other dozed off rather quickly. “Take more responsibility for how much you drink,” he muttered softly, pulling off the fleece blanket that lie against the sofa’s arm and onto Sly’s resting figure.

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

Sly snored loudly as he slept, smiling softly and talking in his sleep. “It was great..hehe……thanks….for the…..extra booze…Mizuki….”  

[aobooti]

Keeping his vision pressed upon Sly provoked an uncontrollable urge to curve the edges of his lips and smile. Aoba sat on the edge of the soft furniture, gently brushing his fingertips against the lengthy locks of Sly’s ombré blue locks.

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

Sly suddenly jumped up at the touches, before laying back down again. “H-Huh?”  He sighed before falling down again, continuing to snore. 

[aobooti]

His digits twitched, slowly moving back towards himself as a shock to see him have jumped. Aoba inhaled sharply before attempting to stroke his hair once more, even gentler than the last.

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

Now, he let out a soft sound, still in a sleeping state. “Mnh….So….happy..” He mumbled, a sudden hiccup coming up.

[aobooti]

He kept a steady pace of how he caressed Sly’s tresses as the drunk lie still in a deep slumber. “Stay like this for a while, it’ll do you good…” whispered Aoba, leaning in before quickly pressing his lips against the man’s cheek.

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

Sly slept until late the next day, waking up, feeling awfully sick. “Ugh…”  He burped a couple of times before sluggishly moving to the toilet. 

[aobooti]

Aoba lie covered underneath piles of blankets— breathing heavily as he still continued a peaceful rest. His hair looked tangled up in a ponytail, little tresses moving up and down as air escaped his mouth.

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

A hangover hit Sly hard and he couldn’t stop throwing up for a while. “Ugh…Ha…..Shit…”

[aobooti]

His thin figure turned to the light, eyes fluttering open to adjust to the surroundings. Aoba yawned, weakly bringing his arms above his head to stretch. “… I should.. check on.. Sly…” muttered the man, his words hitting him hard as a flashback of the previous night played in his mind.

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

“Ugh..Fucking hell..” Sly closed his eyes, gasping for air before letting out a soft sigh. “I Shouldn’t have done that..” 

[aobooti]

He swung his legs over the mattress, jumping off and onto the floor swiftly. Aoba ran down the hall, tracing his steps into the bathroom. “Sly! Are you alright?”

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

“Not really…” He mumbled, wiping his lips. “Fuckin’ hangovers…” He mumbled, drooling a bit.

[aobooti]

His trembling eyes were filled with concern, moving rapidly as he spoke. “Let’s get you some medicine. But first,” Aoba reached from over the counter and wiped away the vomit from the corners of Sly’s mouth, flushing the toilet afterwards. “Let’s clean you up. Take a bath or a shower, I’ll get towels.”

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

Sly let out a soft breath and tried I get up, only feeling the nausea growing in his stomach again. “S-shit…ngh….ugh…” He held onto his stomach and closed his eyes.

[aobooti]

His fair skin now tainted a flushed maroon, Aoba took silent steps towards the hallow tub and pulled up on the faucet- filling it with warm, crystal water. Glancing over his shoulder the adult saw his identical figure wincing in pain. “Sly, don’t take this the wrong way, but I need to you strip out of your clothing so I can wash you.” he coughed out in a low voice, embarrassed to have stated such a ridiculous statement. 

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

Sly looked at him and sighed softly. “That’s fine. Just- ugh..give me a bucket or some-”. He covered his mouth with his hand and moved back to the toilet.

[aobooti]

Maroon grew to a deadly shade of crimson, his cheeks burning darker and darker the more he went to fright for his acquaintance. Aoba looked in each corner of the bathroom, eventually stumbling upon an empty mop bucket. Moving it near Sly, he stuttered and turned off the water, prepared to be of help. “Here’s a bucket, bring it to the side of the tub if you feel the urge to regurgitate.”

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

Sly eventually stopped and calmed down, starting to strip. Once he was fully unclothed, the male slowly lowered himself in the warm water, starting to relax. It felt great and there was this smell which he could not identify but it was good. 

[aobooti]

Avoiding Sly's unclothed body, his eyes only searched for his face rather than what lie underneath. Aoba grabbed at a small towel and dunked it into the tub, squeezing out the remainder of water. “Would you like me to wash you?” he asked.

[aobooti]

❝ And Abraham said unto Moses, ‘Bro, dude, aliens.’ ❞

“Sly, are you alright?” the similar man questioned his statement, cocking his head in slight concern.

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

“Whaddya mean alrite?”  Sly replied in a drunk tone, having trouble with trying to walk. He then burped and sighed softly. 

[aobooti]

Narrowing his clear, brown orbs, Aoba laid a hand against the intoxicated man’s shoulder. “You seem off; you’re not sober.”

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhuddup…….”  He hiccuped and looked around, laughing softly.

[aobooti]

‘God, what measures do I have to go to today?’ he thought to himself, exhaling heavily before moving away. Aoba turned to face the now-drunk Sly, pointing towards the sofa. “You should rest.” suggested the bluenette.

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

“No….You don’t know me…I just watched Mega- fuckin’ Mindy….Its great!”  He said loudly, walking around. 

[aobooti]

Aoba rolled his eyes— he couldn’t bare with him at all, not wanting to be responsible for any trouble Sly could cause whilst under the influence of alcohol. “Please, Sly. I’ll do whatever you’d like me to if you just, lie down.”

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

“Party pooper….”  Sly mumbled, slowly falling down all of a sudden, ending up on the couch, snoring loudly. 

[aobooti]

Filled with sweet relief, Aoba observed as the other dozed off rather quickly. “Take more responsibility for how much you drink,” he muttered softly, pulling off the fleece blanket that lie against the sofa’s arm and onto Sly’s resting figure.

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

Sly snored loudly as he slept, smiling softly and talking in his sleep. “It was great..hehe……thanks….for the…..extra booze…Mizuki….”  

[aobooti]

Keeping his vision pressed upon Sly provoked an uncontrollable urge to curve the edges of his lips and smile. Aoba sat on the edge of the soft furniture, gently brushing his fingertips against the lengthy locks of Sly’s ombré blue locks.

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

Sly suddenly jumped up at the touches, before laying back down again. “H-Huh?”  He sighed before falling down again, continuing to snore. 

[aobooti]

His digits twitched, slowly moving back towards himself as a shock to see him have jumped. Aoba inhaled sharply before attempting to stroke his hair once more, even gentler than the last.

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

Now, he let out a soft sound, still in a sleeping state. “Mnh….So….happy..” He mumbled, a sudden hiccup coming up.

[aobooti]

He kept a steady pace of how he caressed Sly’s tresses as the drunk lie still in a deep slumber. “Stay like this for a while, it’ll do you good…” whispered Aoba, leaning in before quickly pressing his lips against the man’s cheek.

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

Sly slept until late the next day, waking up, feeling awfully sick. “Ugh…”  He burped a couple of times before sluggishly moving to the toilet. 

[aobooti]

Aoba lie covered underneath piles of blankets— breathing heavily as he still continued a peaceful rest. His hair looked tangled up in a ponytail, little tresses moving up and down as air escaped his mouth.

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

A hangover hit Sly hard and he couldn’t stop throwing up for a while. “Ugh…Ha…..Shit…”

[aobooti]

His thin figure turned to the light, eyes fluttering open to adjust to the surroundings. Aoba yawned, weakly bringing his arms above his head to stretch. “… I should.. check on.. Sly…” muttered the man, his words hitting him hard as a flashback of the previous night played in his mind.

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

“Ugh..Fucking hell..” Sly closed his eyes, gasping for air before letting out a soft sigh. “I Shouldn’t have done that..” 

[aobooti]

He swung his legs over the mattress, jumping off and onto the floor swiftly. Aoba ran down the hall, tracing his steps into the bathroom. “Sly! Are you alright?”

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

“Not really…” He mumbled, wiping his lips. “Fuckin’ hangovers…” He mumbled, drooling a bit.

[aobooti]

His trembling eyes were filled with concern, moving rapidly as he spoke. “Let’s get you some medicine. But first,” Aoba reached from over the counter and wiped away the vomit from the corners of Sly’s mouth, flushing the toilet afterwards. “Let’s clean you up. Take a bath or a shower, I’ll get towels.”

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

Sly let out a soft breath and tried I get up, only feeling the nausea growing in his stomach again. “S-shit…ngh….ugh…” He held onto his stomach and closed his eyes.

[aobooti]

His fair skin now tainted a flushed maroon, Aoba took silent steps towards the hallow tub and pulled up on the faucet- filling it with warm, crystal water. Glancing over his shoulder the adult saw his identical figure wincing in pain. “Sly, don’t take this the wrong way, but I need to you strip out of your clothing so I can wash you.” he coughed out in a low voice, embarrassed to have stated such a ridiculous statement. 

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

Sly looked at him and sighed softly. “That’s fine. Just- ugh..give me a bucket or some-”. He covered his mouth with his hand and moved back to the toilet.

[aobooti]

Maroon grew to a deadly shade of crimson, his cheeks burning darker and darker the more he went to fright for his acquaintance. Aoba looked in each corner of the bathroom, eventually stumbling upon an empty mop bucket. Moving it near Sly, he stuttered and turned off the water, prepared to be of help. “Here's a bucket, bring it to the side of the tub if you feel the urge to regurgitate.”

[aobooti]

hey becca u a piece of dick ❤️

how loving :')

[aobooti]

For being so nice and cute, copy this to 10 other bloggers that you think are wonderful. Keep the GAME going and make others feel beautiful! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ

ahh mi linda niña you're so sweet !! ,_, i'msendingthistoyou2 💕👀

[aobooti]

❝ And Abraham said unto Moses, ‘Bro, dude, aliens.’ ❞

“Sly, are you alright?” the similar man questioned his statement, cocking his head in slight concern.

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

“Whaddya mean alrite?”  Sly replied in a drunk tone, having trouble with trying to walk. He then burped and sighed softly. 

[aobooti]

Narrowing his clear, brown orbs, Aoba laid a hand against the intoxicated man’s shoulder. “You seem off; you’re not sober.”

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhuddup…….”  He hiccuped and looked around, laughing softly.

[aobooti]

‘God, what measures do I have to go to today?’ he thought to himself, exhaling heavily before moving away. Aoba turned to face the now-drunk Sly, pointing towards the sofa. “You should rest.” suggested the bluenette.

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

“No….You don’t know me…I just watched Mega- fuckin’ Mindy….Its great!”  He said loudly, walking around. 

[aobooti]

Aoba rolled his eyes— he couldn’t bare with him at all, not wanting to be responsible for any trouble Sly could cause whilst under the influence of alcohol. “Please, Sly. I’ll do whatever you’d like me to if you just, lie down.”

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

“Party pooper….”  Sly mumbled, slowly falling down all of a sudden, ending up on the couch, snoring loudly. 

[aobooti]

Filled with sweet relief, Aoba observed as the other dozed off rather quickly. “Take more responsibility for how much you drink,” he muttered softly, pulling off the fleece blanket that lie against the sofa’s arm and onto Sly’s resting figure.

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

Sly snored loudly as he slept, smiling softly and talking in his sleep. “It was great..hehe……thanks….for the…..extra booze…Mizuki….”  

[aobooti]

Keeping his vision pressed upon Sly provoked an uncontrollable urge to curve the edges of his lips and smile. Aoba sat on the edge of the soft furniture, gently brushing his fingertips against the lengthy locks of Sly’s ombré blue locks.

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

Sly suddenly jumped up at the touches, before laying back down again. “H-Huh?”  He sighed before falling down again, continuing to snore. 

[aobooti]

His digits twitched, slowly moving back towards himself as a shock to see him have jumped. Aoba inhaled sharply before attempting to stroke his hair once more, even gentler than the last.

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

Now, he let out a soft sound, still in a sleeping state. “Mnh….So….happy..” He mumbled, a sudden hiccup coming up.

[aobooti]

He kept a steady pace of how he caressed Sly’s tresses as the drunk lie still in a deep slumber. “Stay like this for a while, it’ll do you good…” whispered Aoba, leaning in before quickly pressing his lips against the man’s cheek.

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

Sly slept until late the next day, waking up, feeling awfully sick. “Ugh…”  He burped a couple of times before sluggishly moving to the toilet. 

[aobooti]

Aoba lie covered underneath piles of blankets— breathing heavily as he still continued a peaceful rest. His hair looked tangled up in a ponytail, little tresses moving up and down as air escaped his mouth.

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

A hangover hit Sly hard and he couldn’t stop throwing up for a while. “Ugh…Ha…..Shit…”

[aobooti]

His thin figure turned to the light, eyes fluttering open to adjust to the surroundings. Aoba yawned, weakly bringing his arms above his head to stretch. “… I should.. check on.. Sly…” muttered the man, his words hitting him hard as a flashback of the previous night played in his mind.

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

“Ugh..Fucking hell..” Sly closed his eyes, gasping for air before letting out a soft sigh. “I Shouldn’t have done that..” 

[aobooti]

He swung his legs over the mattress, jumping off and onto the floor swiftly. Aoba ran down the hall, tracing his steps into the bathroom. “Sly! Are you alright?”

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

“Not really…” He mumbled, wiping his lips. “Fuckin’ hangovers…” He mumbled, drooling a bit.

[aobooti]

His trembling eyes were filled with concern, moving rapidly as he spoke. “Let’s get you some medicine. But first,” Aoba reached from over the counter and wiped away the vomit from the corners of Sly’s mouth, flushing the toilet afterwards. “Let’s clean you up. Take a bath or a shower, I’ll get towels.”

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

Sly let out a soft breath and tried I get up, only feeling the nausea growing in his stomach again. “S-shit…ngh….ugh…” He held onto his stomach and closed his eyes.

[aobooti]

His fair skin now tainted a flushed maroon, Aoba took silent steps towards the hallow tub and pulled up on the faucet- filling it with warm, crystal water. Glancing over his shoulder the adult saw his identical figure wincing in pain. “Sly, don’t take this the wrong way, but I need to you strip out of your clothing so I can wash you.” he coughed out in a low voice, embarrassed to have stated such a ridiculous statement. 

[aobooti]

❝ And Abraham said unto Moses, ‘Bro, dude, aliens.’ ❞

“Sly, are you alright?” the similar man questioned his statement, cocking his head in slight concern.

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

“Whaddya mean alrite?”  Sly replied in a drunk tone, having trouble with trying to walk. He then burped and sighed softly. 

[aobooti]

Narrowing his clear, brown orbs, Aoba laid a hand against the intoxicated man’s shoulder. “You seem off; you’re not sober.”

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhuddup…….”  He hiccuped and looked around, laughing softly.

[aobooti]

‘God, what measures do I have to go to today?’ he thought to himself, exhaling heavily before moving away. Aoba turned to face the now-drunk Sly, pointing towards the sofa. “You should rest.” suggested the bluenette.

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

“No….You don’t know me…I just watched Mega- fuckin’ Mindy….Its great!”  He said loudly, walking around. 

[aobooti]

Aoba rolled his eyes— he couldn’t bare with him at all, not wanting to be responsible for any trouble Sly could cause whilst under the influence of alcohol. “Please, Sly. I’ll do whatever you’d like me to if you just, lie down.”

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

“Party pooper….”  Sly mumbled, slowly falling down all of a sudden, ending up on the couch, snoring loudly. 

[aobooti]

Filled with sweet relief, Aoba observed as the other dozed off rather quickly. “Take more responsibility for how much you drink,” he muttered softly, pulling off the fleece blanket that lie against the sofa’s arm and onto Sly’s resting figure.

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

Sly snored loudly as he slept, smiling softly and talking in his sleep. “It was great..hehe……thanks….for the…..extra booze…Mizuki….”  

[aobooti]

Keeping his vision pressed upon Sly provoked an uncontrollable urge to curve the edges of his lips and smile. Aoba sat on the edge of the soft furniture, gently brushing his fingertips against the lengthy locks of Sly’s ombré blue locks.

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

Sly suddenly jumped up at the touches, before laying back down again. “H-Huh?”  He sighed before falling down again, continuing to snore. 

[aobooti]

His digits twitched, slowly moving back towards himself as a shock to see him have jumped. Aoba inhaled sharply before attempting to stroke his hair once more, even gentler than the last.

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

Now, he let out a soft sound, still in a sleeping state. “Mnh….So….happy..” He mumbled, a sudden hiccup coming up.

[aobooti]

He kept a steady pace of how he caressed Sly’s tresses as the drunk lie still in a deep slumber. “Stay like this for a while, it’ll do you good…” whispered Aoba, leaning in before quickly pressing his lips against the man’s cheek.

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

Sly slept until late the next day, waking up, feeling awfully sick. “Ugh…”  He burped a couple of times before sluggishly moving to the toilet. 

[aobooti]

Aoba lie covered underneath piles of blankets— breathing heavily as he still continued a peaceful rest. His hair looked tangled up in a ponytail, little tresses moving up and down as air escaped his mouth.

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

A hangover hit Sly hard and he couldn’t stop throwing up for a while. “Ugh…Ha…..Shit…”

[aobooti]

His thin figure turned to the light, eyes fluttering open to adjust to the surroundings. Aoba yawned, weakly bringing his arms above his head to stretch. “… I should.. check on.. Sly…” muttered the man, his words hitting him hard as a flashback of the previous night played in his mind.

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

“Ugh..Fucking hell..” Sly closed his eyes, gasping for air before letting out a soft sigh. “I Shouldn’t have done that..” 

[aobooti]

He swung his legs over the mattress, jumping off and onto the floor swiftly. Aoba ran down the hall, tracing his steps into the bathroom. “Sly! Are you alright?”

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

“Not really…” He mumbled, wiping his lips. “Fuckin’ hangovers…” He mumbled, drooling a bit.

[aobooti]

His trembling eyes were filled with concern, moving rapidly as he spoke. “Let's get you some medicine. But first,” Aoba reached from over the counter and wiped away the vomit from the corners of Sly's mouth, flushing the toilet afterwards. “Let's clean you up. Take a bath or a shower, I'll get towels.”

[aobooti]

❝ And Abraham said unto Moses, ‘Bro, dude, aliens.’ ❞

“Sly, are you alright?” the similar man questioned his statement, cocking his head in slight concern.

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

“Whaddya mean alrite?”  Sly replied in a drunk tone, having trouble with trying to walk. He then burped and sighed softly. 

[aobooti]

Narrowing his clear, brown orbs, Aoba laid a hand against the intoxicated man’s shoulder. “You seem off; you’re not sober.”

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhuddup…….”  He hiccuped and looked around, laughing softly.

[aobooti]

‘God, what measures do I have to go to today?’ he thought to himself, exhaling heavily before moving away. Aoba turned to face the now-drunk Sly, pointing towards the sofa. “You should rest.” suggested the bluenette.

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

“No….You don’t know me…I just watched Mega- fuckin’ Mindy….Its great!”  He said loudly, walking around. 

[aobooti]

Aoba rolled his eyes— he couldn’t bare with him at all, not wanting to be responsible for any trouble Sly could cause whilst under the influence of alcohol. “Please, Sly. I’ll do whatever you’d like me to if you just, lie down.”

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

“Party pooper….”  Sly mumbled, slowly falling down all of a sudden, ending up on the couch, snoring loudly. 

[aobooti]

Filled with sweet relief, Aoba observed as the other dozed off rather quickly. “Take more responsibility for how much you drink,” he muttered softly, pulling off the fleece blanket that lie against the sofa’s arm and onto Sly’s resting figure.

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

Sly snored loudly as he slept, smiling softly and talking in his sleep. “It was great..hehe……thanks….for the…..extra booze…Mizuki….”  

[aobooti]

Keeping his vision pressed upon Sly provoked an uncontrollable urge to curve the edges of his lips and smile. Aoba sat on the edge of the soft furniture, gently brushing his fingertips against the lengthy locks of Sly’s ombré blue locks.

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

Sly suddenly jumped up at the touches, before laying back down again. “H-Huh?”  He sighed before falling down again, continuing to snore. 

[aobooti]

His digits twitched, slowly moving back towards himself as a shock to see him have jumped. Aoba inhaled sharply before attempting to stroke his hair once more, even gentler than the last.

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

Now, he let out a soft sound, still in a sleeping state. “Mnh….So….happy..” He mumbled, a sudden hiccup coming up.

[aobooti]

He kept a steady pace of how he caressed Sly’s tresses as the drunk lie still in a deep slumber. “Stay like this for a while, it’ll do you good…” whispered Aoba, leaning in before quickly pressing his lips against the man’s cheek.

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

Sly slept until late the next day, waking up, feeling awfully sick. “Ugh…”  He burped a couple of times before sluggishly moving to the toilet. 

[aobooti]

Aoba lie covered underneath piles of blankets— breathing heavily as he still continued a peaceful rest. His hair looked tangled up in a ponytail, little tresses moving up and down as air escaped his mouth.

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

A hangover hit Sly hard and he couldn’t stop throwing up for a while. “Ugh…Ha…..Shit…”

[aobooti]

His thin figure turned to the light, eyes fluttering open to adjust to the surroundings. Aoba yawned, weakly bringing his arms above his head to stretch. “… I should.. check on.. Sly…” muttered the man, his words hitting him hard as a flashback of the previous night played in his mind.

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

“Ugh..Fucking hell..” Sly closed his eyes, gasping for air before letting out a soft sigh. “I Shouldn’t have done that..” 

[aobooti]

He swung his legs over the mattress, jumping off and onto the floor swiftly. Aoba ran down the hall, tracing his steps into the bathroom. “Sly! Are you alright?”

[aobooti]

❝ And Abraham said unto Moses, ‘Bro, dude, aliens.’ ❞

“Sly, are you alright?” the similar man questioned his statement, cocking his head in slight concern.

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

“Whaddya mean alrite?”  Sly replied in a drunk tone, having trouble with trying to walk. He then burped and sighed softly. 

[aobooti]

Narrowing his clear, brown orbs, Aoba laid a hand against the intoxicated man’s shoulder. “You seem off; you’re not sober.”

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhuddup…….”  He hiccuped and looked around, laughing softly.

[aobooti]

‘God, what measures do I have to go to today?’ he thought to himself, exhaling heavily before moving away. Aoba turned to face the now-drunk Sly, pointing towards the sofa. “You should rest.” suggested the bluenette.

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

“No….You don’t know me…I just watched Mega- fuckin’ Mindy….Its great!”  He said loudly, walking around. 

[aobooti]

Aoba rolled his eyes— he couldn’t bare with him at all, not wanting to be responsible for any trouble Sly could cause whilst under the influence of alcohol. “Please, Sly. I’ll do whatever you’d like me to if you just, lie down.”

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

“Party pooper….”  Sly mumbled, slowly falling down all of a sudden, ending up on the couch, snoring loudly. 

[aobooti]

Filled with sweet relief, Aoba observed as the other dozed off rather quickly. “Take more responsibility for how much you drink,” he muttered softly, pulling off the fleece blanket that lie against the sofa’s arm and onto Sly’s resting figure.

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

Sly snored loudly as he slept, smiling softly and talking in his sleep. “It was great..hehe……thanks….for the…..extra booze…Mizuki….”  

[aobooti]

Keeping his vision pressed upon Sly provoked an uncontrollable urge to curve the edges of his lips and smile. Aoba sat on the edge of the soft furniture, gently brushing his fingertips against the lengthy locks of Sly’s ombré blue locks.

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

Sly suddenly jumped up at the touches, before laying back down again. “H-Huh?”  He sighed before falling down again, continuing to snore. 

[aobooti]

His digits twitched, slowly moving back towards himself as a shock to see him have jumped. Aoba inhaled sharply before attempting to stroke his hair once more, even gentler than the last.

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

Now, he let out a soft sound, still in a sleeping state. “Mnh….So….happy..” He mumbled, a sudden hiccup coming up.

[aobooti]

He kept a steady pace of how he caressed Sly’s tresses as the drunk lie still in a deep slumber. “Stay like this for a while, it’ll do you good…” whispered Aoba, leaning in before quickly pressing his lips against the man’s cheek.

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

Sly slept until late the next day, waking up, feeling awfully sick. “Ugh…”  He burped a couple of times before sluggishly moving to the toilet. 

[aobooti]

Aoba lie covered underneath piles of blankets— breathing heavily as he still continued a peaceful rest. His hair looked tangled up in a ponytail, little tresses moving up and down as air escaped his mouth.

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

A hangover hit Sly hard and he couldn’t stop throwing up for a while. “Ugh…Ha…..Shit…”

[aobooti]

His thin figure turned to the light, eyes fluttering open to adjust to the surroundings. Aoba yawned, weakly bringing his arms above his head to stretch. “... I should.. check on.. Sly...” muttered the man, his words hitting him hard as a flashback of the previous night played in his mind.

[aobooti]

blue goes great with grey

[aobooti]

❝ And Abraham said unto Moses, ‘Bro, dude, aliens.’ ❞

“Sly, are you alright?” the similar man questioned his statement, cocking his head in slight concern.

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

“Whaddya mean alrite?”  Sly replied in a drunk tone, having trouble with trying to walk. He then burped and sighed softly. 

[aobooti]

Narrowing his clear, brown orbs, Aoba laid a hand against the intoxicated man’s shoulder. “You seem off; you’re not sober.”

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhuddup…….”  He hiccuped and looked around, laughing softly.

[aobooti]

‘God, what measures do I have to go to today?’ he thought to himself, exhaling heavily before moving away. Aoba turned to face the now-drunk Sly, pointing towards the sofa. “You should rest.” suggested the bluenette.

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

“No….You don’t know me…I just watched Mega- fuckin’ Mindy….Its great!”  He said loudly, walking around. 

[aobooti]

Aoba rolled his eyes— he couldn’t bare with him at all, not wanting to be responsible for any trouble Sly could cause whilst under the influence of alcohol. “Please, Sly. I’ll do whatever you’d like me to if you just, lie down.”

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

“Party pooper….”  Sly mumbled, slowly falling down all of a sudden, ending up on the couch, snoring loudly. 

[aobooti]

Filled with sweet relief, Aoba observed as the other dozed off rather quickly. “Take more responsibility for how much you drink,” he muttered softly, pulling off the fleece blanket that lie against the sofa’s arm and onto Sly’s resting figure.

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

Sly snored loudly as he slept, smiling softly and talking in his sleep. “It was great..hehe……thanks….for the…..extra booze…Mizuki….”  

[aobooti]

Keeping his vision pressed upon Sly provoked an uncontrollable urge to curve the edges of his lips and smile. Aoba sat on the edge of the soft furniture, gently brushing his fingertips against the lengthy locks of Sly’s ombré blue locks.

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

Sly suddenly jumped up at the touches, before laying back down again. “H-Huh?”  He sighed before falling down again, continuing to snore. 

[aobooti]

His digits twitched, slowly moving back towards himself as a shock to see him have jumped. Aoba inhaled sharply before attempting to stroke his hair once more, even gentler than the last.

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

Now, he let out a soft sound, still in a sleeping state. “Mnh….So….happy..” He mumbled, a sudden hiccup coming up.

[aobooti]

He kept a steady pace of how he caressed Sly’s tresses as the drunk lie still in a deep slumber. “Stay like this for a while, it’ll do you good…” whispered Aoba, leaning in before quickly pressing his lips against the man’s cheek.

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

Sly slept until late the next day, waking up, feeling awfully sick. “Ugh…”  He burped a couple of times before sluggishly moving to the toilet. 

[aobooti]

Aoba lie covered underneath piles of blankets— breathing heavily as he still continued a peaceful rest. His hair looked tangled up in a ponytail, little tresses moving up and down as air escaped his mouth.

[aobooti]

❝ And Abraham said unto Moses, ‘Bro, dude, aliens.’ ❞

“Sly, are you alright?” the similar man questioned his statement, cocking his head in slight concern.

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

“Whaddya mean alrite?”  Sly replied in a drunk tone, having trouble with trying to walk. He then burped and sighed softly. 

[aobooti]

Narrowing his clear, brown orbs, Aoba laid a hand against the intoxicated man’s shoulder. “You seem off; you’re not sober.”

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhuddup…….”  He hiccuped and looked around, laughing softly.

[aobooti]

‘God, what measures do I have to go to today?’ he thought to himself, exhaling heavily before moving away. Aoba turned to face the now-drunk Sly, pointing towards the sofa. “You should rest.” suggested the bluenette.

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

“No….You don’t know me…I just watched Mega- fuckin’ Mindy….Its great!”  He said loudly, walking around. 

[aobooti]

Aoba rolled his eyes— he couldn’t bare with him at all, not wanting to be responsible for any trouble Sly could cause whilst under the influence of alcohol. “Please, Sly. I’ll do whatever you’d like me to if you just, lie down.”

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

“Party pooper….”  Sly mumbled, slowly falling down all of a sudden, ending up on the couch, snoring loudly. 

[aobooti]

Filled with sweet relief, Aoba observed as the other dozed off rather quickly. “Take more responsibility for how much you drink,” he muttered softly, pulling off the fleece blanket that lie against the sofa’s arm and onto Sly’s resting figure.

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

Sly snored loudly as he slept, smiling softly and talking in his sleep. “It was great..hehe……thanks….for the…..extra booze…Mizuki….”  

[aobooti]

Keeping his vision pressed upon Sly provoked an uncontrollable urge to curve the edges of his lips and smile. Aoba sat on the edge of the soft furniture, gently brushing his fingertips against the lengthy locks of Sly’s ombré blue locks.

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

Sly suddenly jumped up at the touches, before laying back down again. “H-Huh?”  He sighed before falling down again, continuing to snore. 

[aobooti]

His digits twitched, slowly moving back towards himself as a shock to see him have jumped. Aoba inhaled sharply before attempting to stroke his hair once more, even gentler than the last.

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

Now, he let out a soft sound, still in a sleeping state. “Mnh….So….happy..” He mumbled, a sudden hiccup coming up.

[aobooti]

He kept a steady pace of how he caressed Sly's tresses as the drunk lie still in a deep slumber. “Stay like this for a while, it'll do you good...” whispered Aoba, leaning in before quickly pressing his lips against the man's cheek.

[aobooti]

❝ And Abraham said unto Moses, ‘Bro, dude, aliens.’ ❞

“Sly, are you alright?” the similar man questioned his statement, cocking his head in slight concern.

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

“Whaddya mean alrite?”  Sly replied in a drunk tone, having trouble with trying to walk. He then burped and sighed softly. 

[aobooti]

Narrowing his clear, brown orbs, Aoba laid a hand against the intoxicated man’s shoulder. “You seem off; you’re not sober.”

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhuddup…….”  He hiccuped and looked around, laughing softly.

[aobooti]

‘God, what measures do I have to go to today?’ he thought to himself, exhaling heavily before moving away. Aoba turned to face the now-drunk Sly, pointing towards the sofa. “You should rest.” suggested the bluenette.

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

“No….You don’t know me…I just watched Mega- fuckin’ Mindy….Its great!”  He said loudly, walking around. 

[aobooti]

Aoba rolled his eyes— he couldn’t bare with him at all, not wanting to be responsible for any trouble Sly could cause whilst under the influence of alcohol. “Please, Sly. I’ll do whatever you’d like me to if you just, lie down.”

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

“Party pooper….”  Sly mumbled, slowly falling down all of a sudden, ending up on the couch, snoring loudly. 

[aobooti]

Filled with sweet relief, Aoba observed as the other dozed off rather quickly. “Take more responsibility for how much you drink,” he muttered softly, pulling off the fleece blanket that lie against the sofa’s arm and onto Sly’s resting figure.

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

Sly snored loudly as he slept, smiling softly and talking in his sleep. “It was great..hehe……thanks….for the…..extra booze…Mizuki….”  

[aobooti]

Keeping his vision pressed upon Sly provoked an uncontrollable urge to curve the edges of his lips and smile. Aoba sat on the edge of the soft furniture, gently brushing his fingertips against the lengthy locks of Sly’s ombré blue locks.

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

Sly suddenly jumped up at the touches, before laying back down again. “H-Huh?”  He sighed before falling down again, continuing to snore. 

[aobooti]

His digits twitched, slowly moving back towards himself as a shock to see him have jumped. Aoba inhaled sharply before attempting to stroke his hair once more, even gentler than the last.

[aobooti]

❝ And Abraham said unto Moses, ‘Bro, dude, aliens.’ ❞

“Sly, are you alright?” the similar man questioned his statement, cocking his head in slight concern.

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

“Whaddya mean alrite?”  Sly replied in a drunk tone, having trouble with trying to walk. He then burped and sighed softly. 

[aobooti]

Narrowing his clear, brown orbs, Aoba laid a hand against the intoxicated man’s shoulder. “You seem off; you’re not sober.”

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhuddup…….”  He hiccuped and looked around, laughing softly.

[aobooti]

‘God, what measures do I have to go to today?’ he thought to himself, exhaling heavily before moving away. Aoba turned to face the now-drunk Sly, pointing towards the sofa. “You should rest.” suggested the bluenette.

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

“No….You don’t know me…I just watched Mega- fuckin’ Mindy….Its great!”  He said loudly, walking around. 

[aobooti]

Aoba rolled his eyes— he couldn’t bare with him at all, not wanting to be responsible for any trouble Sly could cause whilst under the influence of alcohol. “Please, Sly. I’ll do whatever you’d like me to if you just, lie down.”

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

“Party pooper….”  Sly mumbled, slowly falling down all of a sudden, ending up on the couch, snoring loudly. 

[aobooti]

Filled with sweet relief, Aoba observed as the other dozed off rather quickly. “Take more responsibility for how much you drink,” he muttered softly, pulling off the fleece blanket that lie against the sofa’s arm and onto Sly’s resting figure.

[artem-peccatuum-deactivated2018]

Sly snored loudly as he slept, smiling softly and talking in his sleep. “It was great..hehe……thanks….for the…..extra booze…Mizuki….”  

[aobooti]

Keeping his vision pressed upon Sly provoked an uncontrollable urge to curve the edges of his lips and smile. Aoba sat on the edge of the soft furniture, gently brushing his fingertips against the lengthy locks of Sly's ombré blue locks.