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the peaceful times they have made us blind. now you can't fly, if you never try. you told me, long ago. but you left the wall; outside the gate. so more than ever, it's real. it was like a nightmare; it's painful for me. 'cause nobody wants to die too fast. remember days of grief. now it's strange for me, i can see your face ― i could hear your voice. remember the day we met. it's painful for me 'cause nobody wants to die too fast. from my heart, a song for reluctant heroes. give me your strength, our life is so short. song for reluctant heroes, i wanna be brave like you.

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shiixta.

Nagisa mused about how to explain things to the other, chewing on the inside of his cheek as he set things down. “ Well ah… my past teacher explained to me that the salt makes the ice get colder… and when you fill a bag with that, and put another bag in it… you shake and get ice cream! ” A cheery expression that hasn’t seen the light of day for him for a while has come to fruition. He thought of the time they made ice cream together… and in that moment it was like old times again, but with a new face. “ We just need to use gloves or something, it’ll get too cold. ”

               chris blinks at the explanation before suddenly nodding in understanding. “oh-- of course. the ice would melt as per normal but the salt would lower the water past freezing point.” chris muses to himself. the ice would get colder because the salt used the energy from the water solve it. pchem. man, he hasn’t taken that class since junior year, how fast time flies. “okay!! i mean, i have some gloves if that helps!! do you know what kind of bag we need??”

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you look so familiar… didn’t we take a class together? i could’ve sworn we had chemistry. ✘

        “i’m more into electrical engineering, myself. get it?? because sparks are flying.”

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ofclovers.

“We totally should !! We could really make money with this. Ah yes, those aesthetes, they’d totally buy them.” She nodded with a smile. “Yours aren’t so bad, though !! With more practice you’ll be as good as me !!”

          “it’s a good concept. especially since they’re all handmade?? aesthetes && hipsters would give us a run for our money.” he returns the smile with one of his own, "yeah, i just gotta make sure they’re not so lopsided.” 

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reliquice.

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Josh had been waiting for this once he asked Chris about this. Just the thought of trying to recreate their friendship through having a fun time was the best he could think of. He waited for the other to show up, pushing the thoughts he had of the other not coming over at all. He wish it wasn’t true. He wanted to talk to Chris. Wanted to know more about him. Tell him what’s been going on. He knows Chris has loads of questions. He leaned against his counter, his door unlocked for Chris. He had everything out for one big pizza they could share. He was excited but also nervous. Of course you should be Josh. You are the one responsible for fucking with everyone’s head that night. You best make it the best time Chris has had for awhile. He started to become impatient and let out a sigh.

               chris didn’t know what to think when his best friend asked to hang out. he wasn’t going to blow him off, though, even if he could feel anxiety running through his veins. a part of chris wants to just forgive && forget what’s happened, to put the past behind him, but even if chris is inherently a good person, he’s not good by any means. he’s not perfect. he has things to apologise for, too, for not seeing how much his friend was hurting over his sisters’s death. a part of chris will always blame himself, for that, for everything, but he pushes those thoughts away near immediately. instead, he walks to josh’s apartment, hesitantly. when he’s finally outside the door, he opens it if only to stop himself from trying to back away, at least now he can’t talk himself out of this any longer. “--josh?? are you home??”

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                chris has been sitting at the same table in the same coffee shop for like an hour by now, & his head still isn’t cleared. he doesn’t even know how to fucking feel anymore honestly, everything just a blurry mix of emotions. he’s been losing track of things, missing them, really. he’s managing school, but nothing feels like enough anymore. he just wishes he could get an outlet for all these fucked up thoughts, but he doesn’t have one. 

                 it’s times like these where he misses his friends the most. he’s fiercely loyal, protective at his best. & maybe that’s his biggest flaw because with a big heart leaves a lot of room for damage. & after the shit on the mountain happened, everything just fell apart, & maybe it’s his fault for things ending between him & ashley; a relationship built upon trauma wouldn’t last when chris was reclused into himself, hid in a shell. he hasn’t talked to her, not in a really long time ( again, his fault -- ). 

                 he barely looks up anymore when he hears the door of the coffee shop open, but he pauses when he hears a far too familiar timber as he finally glances up from the textbook page he’s been staring at for fifteen minutes now. he waits until the girl has her drink, until she’s standing looking for a place to sit, before he lifts a hand to beckon her over. “ashley --” he calls softly, gesturing, “you can sit here. if you want.”  / @gingersncpx

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illusicnarytimc.

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“– Fuck people. Literally and figuratively. But I mean. Whatever gets you going.”

        who pissed in this guy’s cheerios?? 3. 2. ... 1. “uh, what??”

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ncname.

        {{ open // like to be messaged for plotting

Thankfully, Shadow had started to realise that if Max was sitting down then it meant that he was physically incapable of getting up right then and throwing the stick she brought for her. As he was indeed sitting down on a bench, he instead ruffled her ears when she came close to show him the stick, muttering a, “– Good girl…”

She then caught sight of someone who she thought was a worthy stick-thrower, and plopped herself down in directly front of them, dropping the stick and wagging her tail. Max shook his head fondly. Oh, Shads…

             chris isn’t paying attention but blinks in surprise when a dog paddles over to him, dropping a stick near his foot. he checks his watch before shrugging; he’s got time to spend, surely. he smiles fondly at the dog, petting her on the head softly, bending down to pick up the stick, making sure the dog keeps the bark in eyesight before tossing the stick a relatively far distance.

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marbresauvage.

“– …Oh. I did not comprehend this, apologies.”

         “no worries. i should have been more clear.”

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ofclovers.

“Right ?? I messed up at first, but I think I’ve gotten the hang of it.” She said with a small grin and held up what she had so far. “I should sell these. I bet a lot of flower childs would buy these, and those tacky hipsters.”

              he smiles brightly at the ones she made before picking up the ones he’s made to show her as well, “yours definitely could be sold. we could open shop for it, just sell all these flower crowns. -- don’t forget to mention those aesthetes.”

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nccne.

This planet confuses Rey almost as much as the people do, which is quite a lot. People are kind (for the most part), there’s no shortage of water or food, and while her bed is too soft for her to sleep on just yet, that too is another oddity in her new life. She had decided to take a walk around town to familiarize herself with how things worked. Finding herself at the beginning of a trail, she had trudged on, amazed by all the trees, and the dirt beneath her shoes. She jumps when she’s bumped into, ready to attack until she realizes that he wasn’t trying to hurt her. She relaxes and gives him a tiny smile. “It’s not a big deal, don’t worry.”

              everything about magnolia is a little odd to him, & he still hasn’t really gotten the hang of living here. the forests are so easy to get lost in, but he smiles politely back at the girl. “i, uh, are you out for a walk too?” he questions, sort of awkward in his conversations. he isn’t really sociable, not as much as he used to be, but he’s trying his best.

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marbresauvage.

“– But the ah…general…saying of one thing to be all? The English escapes, apologies. I think this is bad, to say of the…collective.”

                “it was sort of a joke, actually.”

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shiixta.

The smaller smiled sheepishly at the invitation into the house and chewed on the inside of his cheek, carefully slipping his shoes off and neatly placing them next to the door. “ A-h… n-no I have not… but my teacher has done it before, and he showed us how to make it! I have made shaved ice before, it’s a popular thing back in Japan. ” Nagisa smiled, carefully placing the bags down and biting on his lip a little, it was hard to interact with people ever since middle school. “ I uhm– ah… got something to do the way with shaking the bag with ice and salt? ”

               his apartment’s gotten quieter now that sam’s gone, & now that she’s gone... well. he only finds that he feels her absence. chris had been accustomed to her presence, & he misses her greatly, her leave having made him feel lonelier. it was partly why he opted to join the bucket list event. he smiles politely back at the smaller male, “i haven’t either, but i’ll definitely do my best to help! shaved ice is pretty good though, so i can understand why it’d be popular.” his brows furrow a bit before he asks curiously, “what do you mean?”

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ghostglitters:

“it’s nice to meet you too, chris,“ he replies, not quite meeting the other’s eyes. it had been a while since noah had last seen him, but he could definitely remember seeing him a few times. “yeah, i’m matt’s roommate,” he said with a short nod. the ghost casts his gaze about the arcade, though with all the different games music and such, it’s somewhat hard to tell what each game is. “i could, uh, help you look if you’d like.”

                 “yeah, i, uh, recognise your face --” he smiles kindly. everything is kind of a headache here, but these kinds of places used to be his favourite. used to be. he shrugs slightly, “sure, that would be nice.”

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marbresauvage.

“– Oui, it has been wondered by others if I have done something which would vex the door collective.”

              “nah, i’m sure it wasn’t something you did. i’m pretty sure doors are just awful collectively.”

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ofclovers.

“I’ve never made flower crowns before but so far this is easy. Like way, totally, easy and I’m pretty proud of myself.”

             “honestly, it being a bunch of flowers & string should have been way more obvious than it seemed to be.” it’s actually pretty relaxing for them, & chris would be lying if they said they didn’t just want to make a bunch of them to send in a box to their sisters back home.

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traitorisms.

“Can you.. uh.. tell me what this furry thing is?” Finn asked as he held up the kitten.

            chris’s brows furrow at the tiny fluffball in the man’s hands before laughing softly, “it’s, uh... a cat, dude.”

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ghostglitters.

noah’s rather absently staring at the different games when he hears someone speaking to him. he turns, taking in the person beside him. “i’m noah,” he hesitates a few seconds before speaking again. “i… i don’t know you, but think i’ve seen you before?” the tail end of the sentence comes out questioning. he brings his gaze back to the arcade games, peering around. he can vaguely recall a similar (albeit, much smaller) room in nino’s, back in henrietta, but he hasn’t been here before. “and, i haven’t seen donkey kong, but this is first time i’ve been here.”

            “nice to meet you, noah --” chris feels a tiny bit of relief at the clarification, before offering up a clarifying question of his own -- “i, uh, you’re matt’s roommate, right??” it wasn’t often that chris visited matt’s apartment, but he has swung by enough for his brain to recognise the familiar blonde. he’s happy to see that he’s not losing time, at least, not as much as he initially expected. the arcade is also... familiarly loud. it does decent to ease his nerves with what he knows, regardless of how foreign the place actually is. “yeah, me too.”