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independent seragaki aoba from dramatical murder. 18+. loved by bunnie. please read rules before interacting

[aobun-blog]

AOBA HAS BEEN MOVED TO MY MULTIMUSE

[aobun-blog]

           i’m the only true 「 aoba 」at this very moment

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[lukas-musings]

                  Quick, with a 𝔟𝔲𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔱 to the skull?       Oh darling, you 𝕨𝕚𝕤𝕙 I was that merciful, see… 

                     You called me a 𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯                          You wanted a 𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯                                     And now? 

                              You’ve got one. 

                      Aren’t I SO 𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕤? 

[aobun-blog]

Meatball marana extra cheese, and all the toppin's you a good sport about me kickin' ya ass.

“dude, that sounds delicious. though, grans food would be better. i hope you enjoy it. look, when you are in the mood for getting your ass kicked and it happens, what am i suppose to do? sulk? be mad? i am in pain, but could be worse. at least the headaches aren’t the painful thing at the moment. i’ll get gran to look at the injuries later.”

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Weak ass punk-- he's right I earned that 5$ get myself a mother fuckin' subway.

“yes, you did. i hope the subway is good. whatcha get?”

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Mink straight up kicks the anon into the trash. Gives Aoba back his five dollars. "Stop taking hits."

“he earned that $5 fair and square.” he still takes the money back that is handed to him. “i technically asked for it. would you prefer if i asked you to beat me up instead?”

[aobun-blog]

beats you up, give me your lunch money nerd

hands you $5. thanks bud you are doing god’s work

[bpdbuttercup]

I wanna be adored or beat up either is fine

[tragedysins]

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[aobun-blog]

“nothing turns me on more than being left the fuck alone and given some peace and quiet for more than five seconds.”

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pseudogaiety

             really she was always looking for something to do. a bumblebee could’ve flown past it and she would’ve insisted they follow it, probably making up an imaginary bee kingdom for them to find. for her to latch onto something so small with such excitement wasn’t really out of the norm. she was a very intense, high-energy, and impulsive person and currently her mind was set on finding those wind chimes. she wouldn’t be satisfied until they did.

             “ ah, okay! ” she’s not used to being the leader and being in a position of imaginary power is kind of exciting. eve doesn’t even consider how likely it is that she’ll get them lost. “ what should we do when we find it? sit and listen to it, i guess? ” either way she’s stomping forward like she’s in a parade, gently tugging him along. only once they’ve covered a bit of distance from where they began does she stop.

             “ …you didn’t have plans today, did you, aoba? ” immediately she feels guilty for not considering he might already be busy.

he didn’t have any plans. normally he would have work. but, he was let off early. it was a slow day. no real reason for him to be there. besides that, nope! he was a free man! he didn’t mind. it allowed him to relax. having someone like eve around helped with that. she has such optimistic and innocent person with a creative mind. still so childlike. he is slightly jealous of that. they are only a year apart but he feels so much older compared to her.

“we could do that, or, we could come up with a dance to go with the sounds.” as long as she is enjoying herself, enabling her childish ways can’t be that bad. he didn’t want to be a party pooper. it could honestly be worse. following the sounds of a wind chime or little bugs won’t hurt anyone. 

“i would have said something if i did.” his free hand came up to softly ruffle her hair, letting out a simple laugh. even though he said that he does have a hard time actually vocalizing if he doesn’t want to do something or if he has to leave. not wanting to seem rude or ruin someone's fun it is easier for him to go with the flow or just agree with whatever. so, he tends to get dragged into trouble or eating cake that will ultimately upset his stomach more often than it should happen.

“so, don’t worry about me.”

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pseudogaiety

             oh, she really did love wind chimes; she loved them for the same reason she loved birds. it was like…the wind creating a song. she also had a tendency to find some sort of deep meaning in even small things. besides, her apartment specifically banned wind chimes, so she didn’t hear them very often. “ over there? ” she lifts a hand to her ear as if to verify, her excitement only growing. 

             suddenly, without a single thought for personal space, a hand gently grasps his arm and attempts to tug him in the direction he pointed. “ let’s go find them. ” her eyes are practically sparkling.

he flinched every so slightly when he saw her hand coming towards him. letting out a soft sigh when she just grabbed his arm. look, he doesn’t know what to assume when he sees random hands flying towards him. he had enough of them just go instantly to his hair. so, he really just assumes the worse at this rate. can one really blame him?

a smile is on his lips. with her literally sparkling with joy and excitement, he couldn’t help it. her happiness is contagious. it is welcomed though. with open arms. “yup. that is where it sounds like they are coming from.” he speaks with a nod. debating if he should take ren out. using him to assist them in their adventure. but, he didn’t, believing it would be more fun if the two of them attempted on their own without the use of a fluffy gps. “lead the way, eve.” he chuckled, allowing her to drag him off.

[aobun-blog]

his hand reached out towards the smaller male. he was amused by him attempting to reach something he obviously could not reach. ignoring aoba who asked if he wanted help a couple times. it wasn’t until his eyes landed on the pink hair that he stopped watching the other’s actions. normally, he wouldn’t be so intrigued by it. having his own problems when it came to his unique hair. the color itself seemed inviting. the way it bounced as its owner attempted to reach the higher books. he is actually curious a bit to see if it would be soft despite it being obviously dyed countless times.

he hesitated though, fingers reaching out to touch the soft pink stopped inches away. he absolutely hates it when others touch his hair. he wouldn’t think some person would enjoy a random stranger just casually touching their hair without any warning. quickly redirecting his reach to the book, grabbing it and handing it to the smaller guy. “here. this is what you wanted, right?” 

@saseossi / sc.

[aobun-blog]

“why do i have to do this?” he grumbles, when the girl gave him the assignment. poems? really? ugh, that is so lame. he isn’t much of a writer or one to care for such... girlish. but, she doesn’t seem to be the type to let him say ‘no’ so easily. “i don’t even know how to write poems.”

@splitcode / sc.

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pseudogaiety

@aobun ♥’d.

             “ i know that sound… ” it’s so faint that it’s kind of amazing she heard it at all. “ …it’s wind chimes! ” she’s looking around real fast and standing on her tip-toes, searching desperately for the aforementioned object. “ where do you think they are? what do you think they look like? i wonder what kind of person they belong to– ” eve, sweetie. they’re just wind chimes.

this girl. she is so pure. so soft. it is honestly a nice refresher. not being around many people like that in a while. “wind chimes?” he looked around himself, not being able to hear them like eve can. it’s such a faint sound. yet, she picked up instantly. she much really love the wind chimes. “uh, i think..” he hums softly, trying to pick up on the direction where they are coming from. “over there.” he points into the direction.

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