This is an ask blog. So Ask.

My name is Tokyo, and I am giving you the privilege to ask me whatever inquires you may have. So don't screw it up! ((An ask blog featuring my Hetalia OC Tokyo! Hope you have fun! owo))

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Ugh, okay I wanted to come back to this blog with a whole sha bang for my abstence. Which I am very sorry for, idk I just kind of fell suddenly with this I cant even find a exact good reason but I am sorry for whoever is still here to keep up with this. Dl

I just seem to be going in and out of a rut with drawing as well so for now I'll be back on here. I just cant promise the good stuff but I'll be here if you still want to interact with my sorry behind so feel free as I also try to clean up around here. >.>;;;

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Birthday RP

Once she heard the door shut Tokyo plopped down onto her couch and looked around her now empty home. The living room was clear of any plates from lunch and cake, with only her still wrapped presents sitting on the table in front of her. She had her whole house to herself for the day, and she wasn’t sure what she should do first.

"….I think its time for another slice of cake." she mused. At least she could eat while she thought over how to spend her day. Pushing herself from the couch, Tokyo began making her way to the kitchen for a knife and plate.

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Well he was a little late. Maybe kind of really late. It didn’t matter. He had other matters in his hands. And of course today just happened to be someone’s birthday. A small box in hand with very simple wrapping, Seoul walked to his friend’s house. Knocking on the door.

"Tokyo. You here?"

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Tokyo whistled when she came back into the living room, knife and plate in hand. She had placed the plate down and just sat to cut herself a slice when she heard the knock, then the voice that came behind it. No, that could not be who it sounded like.

Placing the knife down Tokyo walked to her door, pausing for a moment before checking through the door's peephole. "Seoul?" she exclaimed as she opened the door. "Hi? What are you doing here?" Tokyo asked in surprise and a little confusion.

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Sinuiju gave a very small, almost non existent smile. “Yes… The music was fine. Very different from ours…" Just about everything was different from them. It wasn’t a surprise by now.

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"That’s… good then." she nodded. Tokyo figured so others wouldn’t have been so happy to hear that. It made her sad really that Sinuiju couldn’t get to enjoy different things all the time. “May I ask…What got you into dancing anyway?"

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"What got me into dancing? Hmm…" Sinuiju thought for a while. It’s been a few years. “A bet. I made a bet with Pyongyang unnie." A small sigh escaped from her. She didn’t know what else to say. At the same time really didn’t feel like explaining. “It was either the bet or to die. So I chose the bet." A little over exaggerated, but true at the same time.

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"Oh?" She wondered what bet could get someone into gymnastics, when Sinuiju went on. Tokyo made no point to had her surprise and looked at the city as she spoke some kind of gibberish. "Eh..." She pressed her mouth into a thin line. Asking what kind of conditions called for that choice felt like perhaps she'd be stepping over the line. Besides, perhaps Sinuiju was joking(she didn't seem like the type to joke but well...).

"So... What was the bet exactly?"

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Birthday RP

Once she heard the door shut Tokyo plopped down onto her couch and looked around her now empty home. The living room was clear of any plates from lunch and cake, with only her still wrapped presents sitting on the table in front of her. She had her whole house to herself for the day, and she wasn't sure what she should do first.

"....I think its time for another slice of cake." she mused. At least she could eat while she thought over how to spend her day. Pushing herself from the couch, Tokyo began making her way to the kitchen for a knife and plate.

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She didn’t know when the song would end. It didn’t matter too much to her. Listening carefully, Sinuiju timed when to end. Finishing a twirl.

Breathing a little heavily and holding the end pose for a little longer, Sinuiju’s smile radiated. Soon getting up and wrapping the ribbon in her hands. Looking at the ground as she walked off the mat.

By the time Tokyo walked up to her, the dead look in her eyes slowly crept back. “Thank you…” The same flat voice.

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The corners of her mouth turned downwards slightly. Was she imagining the smile she saw?… No, perhaps Sinuiju was simply tired again. “Was the music alright? I wasn’t sure if you’d be comfortable with it but I thought… well something different would be refreshing?”

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Sinuiju gave a very small, almost non existent smile. “Yes… The music was fine. Very different from ours…" Just about everything was different from them. It wasn’t a surprise by now.

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"That's... good then." she nodded. Tokyo figured so others wouldn't have been so happy to hear that. It made her sad really that Sinuiju couldn't get to enjoy different things all the time. "May I ask...What got you into dancing anyway?"

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Horray for the birthday girl! *throws confetti on everything and everyone*

Been dying to post this, look at my cutie. ;w; Even she cant be much a grump on her birthday though I'm sure she'd try if she wanted. I'm still trying to work on that 50+ thing for you guys, so in the mean time feel free to chat her up and bother her.

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Just remember I'm very expensive so don't waste my time by being cheap.

Also I don't make any deals with people that don't show their face beforehand, just so you know.

5/6

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Sinuiju had never listened to such music. Everything at home was old. She didn’t dare tell them that though. Everything they did was “better” than everyone else. Too busy with dancing, she didn’t notice what happened around her. Losing her self and getting rid of all worries. A small sparkle in her once dead eyes and a smile that radiated. She was truly happy.

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Is she… smiling? Tokyo couldn’t stop that grin that crept on her. Maybe it was the music;  she wasn’t all too sure, but whatever it was it made Sinuiju very happy. It made Tokyo glad she came to see it.

When the music ended, Tokyo headed back to the city clapping as she smiled at her. “Subarashii! That was wonderful, Sinuiju!”

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She didn’t know when the song would end. It didn’t matter too much to her. Listening carefully, Sinuiju timed when to end. Finishing a twirl.

Breathing a little heavily and holding the end pose for a little longer, Sinuiju’s smile radiated. Soon getting up and wrapping the ribbon in her hands. Looking at the ground as she walked off the mat.

By the time Tokyo walked up to her, the dead look in her eyes slowly crept back. “Thank you…” The same flat voice.

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The corners of her mouth turned downwards slightly.  Was she imagining the smile she saw?... No, perhaps Sinuiju was simply tired again. "Was the music alright? I wasn't sure if you'd be comfortable with it but I thought... well something different would be refreshing?"

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4/6

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For future reference... proof read people, it'll save you and me the headaches.

If you mean how many clients I have, well I have enough. I can't tell you who they are or otherwise I might not have any.

And if you mean how many gifts I've received... does it really matter?

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The song began and Sinuiju listened for a while. She picked up the beat and picked out a blue to white gradient ribbon. Moving out to the middle of the floor. She waited a few more seconds and began to twirl the ribbon. Hopping across the floor.

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Tokyo stood where she was to watch. She could see people gather around to watch Sinuiju as well and it made her feel a little easier. Seeing her dance was relaxing as well; the way she moved with music like no one else was there. The way she used the ribbon made it seem like she was walking on water. Tokyo thought, to put it lightly, it was dazzling.

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Sinuiju had never listened to such music. Everything at home was old. She didn’t dare tell them that though. Everything they did was “better” than everyone else. Too busy with dancing, she didn’t notice what happened around her. Losing her self and getting rid of all worries. A small sparkle in her once dead eyes and a smile that radiated. She was truly happy.

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Is she... smiling? Tokyo couldn't stop that grin that crept on her. Maybe it was the music;  she wasn't all too sure, but whatever it was it made Sinuiju very happy. It made Tokyo glad she came to see it.

When the music ended, Tokyo headed back to the city clapping as she smiled at her. "Subarashii! That was wonderful, Sinuiju!"

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He preferred it off most of the time though.

More like it's from her closet but she's thinking otherwise.

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Sinuiju pointed to the back corner of the gym floor. There were speakers and several “smuggled” from China. “I’m sure something will fit what you have…” With that, she went over to a box filled with clubs, a ball, and other material.

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“Right…” As Sinuiju left to look through her box, Tokyo made her way to the speakers she pointed out. She tried to ignore the tenseness she felt. Yeah, maybe coming here and chatting with a city wasn’t a great idea, but Tokyo still felt more safer next to the girl then being around humans alone in this place.

When she found the right speaker for her to use, Tokyo checked for the controls and settings before plugging in her mp3 player and paused. Would this be a good idea? She didn’t want unwanted attention but… “Stupid.” she thought, with a shake of her head and pressed play.

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The song began and Sinuiju listened for a while. She picked up the beat and picked out a blue to white gradient ribbon. Moving out to the middle of the floor. She waited a few more seconds and began to twirl the ribbon. Hopping across the floor.

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Tokyo stood where she was to watch. She could see people gather around to watch Sinuiju as well and it made her feel a little easier. Seeing her dance was relaxing as well; the way she moved with music like no one else was there. The way she used the ribbon made it seem like she was walking on water. Tokyo thought, to put it lightly, it was dazzling.

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*THROWS CONFETTI*

Thank you guys so much! I didn't really think I'd get to have so much fun with this blog and meet so many new awesome people so here's a small thank you from me! ;w;

I've had some ideas on what I would do if the happened before, but now that I'm visiting family I won't be able to do them. So what would you guys like? Perhaps a livestream where I could take a requests or something, maybe a special event you all want to see, or maybe a art giveaway? Whatever it is please let me know! I'll consider any ideas so don't be afraid to tell me! vwv

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Word Prompt- Cheesburger

((It's a little long, sorry about that. =w=;;))

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까: Cookies or brownies?

How about both, because I ain’t choosing. They are both delicious~~~.