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So I might take a break from Tumblr for a bit. I don’t know when I’ll be back hopefully soon when I get the feeling for it again and my life kinda gets it’s shit together. So this blog, stillpxperthin, and statixnary will be on temporary Haitus. For now bye bye see you soooon
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“What do you mean you don’t mind? A guy doesn’t just loose a woman's number like that! And I should know. I am a guy!” He huffed not liking the way she was taking this. He thought maybe this happened to her more than once and that caused him to be even more angry. Not at her for accepting things the way they were but at those people that just left her. “If I catch that guy I’m going to tell him whats up....you should have went on a date with me instead.”
“I do make my own clothes! The shirt and jeans i’m wearing right now, i made it myself.”
Kouki always loved to make his own clothes. It was fun and even though the fabric costs a bit more than he’d like, since he’s so picky, it was still fun. He laughed as he walked holding the boxes he carried close to his chest. “We’re almost at my house! You’re the best dude! I bet I would have fallen and dropped everything half way without you.”
“You’re kidding! That’s so cool!” Aito had suspected that the other made some clothes as a hobby, but he didn’t think the clothes Kouki was wearing currently were his creations. “They look store bought. That’s amazing quality!” As they kept walking, Aito’s smile grew gradually, a low chuckle heard at Kouki’s remark.
“Hey, yeah. It’s no problem. I remember I tried to carry a bunch of boxes once when I was moving into my apartment in college, and I almost broke box of dishes.” Actually, he cracked quite a few of them, but the other didn’t need to know that.
“I wouldn’t call it cool. It’s just something I love to do.” Kouki couldn’t help but smile and blush at the complements of amazement the other had. He was happy that someone thought it was cool rather than weird like most people did.
“Oh really!? I feel you. I’m very clumsy and tend to trip over my own feet. sometimes I fall going up the stairs and other times I bump into poles.” It’s even worse when he doesn’t have his glasses on.
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“Yes yes I know you wouldn’t. Yet it’s still interesting to hear a girl such as yourself asking for a fight. I think you’d be able to take me easily though.” Laughing as he stretched out his arms for a moment he glanced down at her. Her clothes were really pretty. Ah there he goes again staring at the clothes again. He glanced back up to look at her face seeing that the blush still appeared on her face.
“Ashley huh? That’s a pretty name for a pretty girl.”
█║♚ ❛ As banter rose on her tongue, she had all but swallowed it down upon noticing the other staring at her directly. Had she something on her clothes? Were they stained again in some form of food or drink? Out of fear for such humiliation, her gaze fell to her clothing; of a cotton-floss sweater which fell past her curves and a laced, coal skirt which reached her knees — she couldn’t help but STRESS at the food that was not there. ❝ O-Oi, why are you staring, i-it’s weird, do I have something on m’ face? ❞ she’s trying VERY hard to ignore that last comment.
“No, no you don’t have anything on your face! I was looking at the clothing you were wearing. they look really cute on you!” Maybe it was weird for a guy to say that to a girl since a lot of men use that excuse when in reality they were looking at the breasts or ass. Either way It was the truth on Kouki’s part and he smiled calmly since he was truthful.
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“No, its not my first time. I tend to volunteer for things like this all the time. That’s why I was a bit late in coming here. There was a runway show going on and I just HAD to see it.” He reached inside his bad and took out a juice box. It was mango flavored, his favorite kind. After poking the hole with the straw Kouki started to take light sips of it.
“It’s kinda like... A tournament. Who has the best outfit and can show it off on stage. Honestly I don’t care about the prize but I do want to have some of the big fashionistas looking at my work.”
“Yup I heard it all!”
Kouki chuckled hearing her words. He could imagine her embarrassed face as he said this yet he shook his head slowly at her last words. It was totally the opposite. he knocked on the wall gently and smiled slightly.
“I don’t mind you singing to your hearts content. It was beautiful so I’d like to hear it more if anything.” He hardly seen any of his neighbors in this complex and honestly he was quite curious who lived next to him. “It sounds like you were happy when you sang, so that was even better.” He added as his legs stretched out and head stayed to rest against the wall.
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Pouting, Kouki was clearly upset that he couldn’t play with the kitty any longer. Yet he was quiet when he felt the towel on him. So he was being allowed to take a shower here? On the inside he new that if he did he’d be awake to what he was doing yet on the outside he really didn’t want to. Either way he took the towel and slowly got up. Wobbling, only to fall back on the bed. Kouki tried to stand again, soon walking up to the male and passed him his glasses.
“Here. I don’t wan’ em to get wet!” he giggled holding his arms out for the other to hold it for him.
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“You’re a cute lil kitty...! Wanna be my friend?” He asked the cat as his cheek was rubbing against him. It was so soft. The only pet Kouki ever had was his goldfish. Yet once the cat was taken away from him, he frowned. Listening to the male, Kouki was no longer interested in having sex since his attention was fixed on the kitten. Luckily he was drunk so his attention span was everywhere. “Takahashi Kouki....That is my name. Can I have the kitty back?”
“Oh yay!” Kouki, glad that the other liked his little gifts twirled as he walked inside. He passed the other the bottle of vodka while he held onto the ice cream “You have a kitty!? Cute! I only have a goldfish. His name is Cheeseball and he’s the cutest lil’ thing.”
Taking the vodka McTwisp smiled wide. “Cheeseball is the cutest name I’ve ever heard, first of all and second of all yeah Dancer is so precious. I love her the most.” Walking over the the livingroom he placed the drink down on the coffee table and motioned for the other to follow him. “I can take the ice cream to the kitchen if you’d like.”
“ I know right!? Best name for a fish! Dancer looks super precious!” He chuckled very proud at the name he gave the fish. “Honestly I named him that while I was drunk.” He had gotten the fish on the day he felt like the loneliest person. In the end he loved the name and kept it. “Oh yeah that would be awesome thank you!”
Kouki felt light headed but allowed the other to drag him by the arm. Okay this was nice….okay not really this wasn’t romantic at all but his mind was filled with all the alcohol he drank he didn’t mind it. “Does this mean that you agree?” Why would you asked that Kouki? I’m lucky he’s even holding my hand! Even though he wasn’t. He just continued to follow the other while being dragged to wherever they were going.
|| 🔥 || Opening the door to his room, Ginti locks the door behind him. Then, pulling the stranger towards the bed, he throws him there. “Listen here.” Ginti pushes him down the bed, “You better not move.” Ginti took off his shirt, unvealing his four pack. And as he was reaching his hand out, a dark figure jumped over and bit his hand. “Argh! What the hell, Memine?!” There a black cat with a bandanged paw wagged its tail.
The moment he was thrown on the bed he had no idea what to say. He was told not to move so he didn’t. Eyes staring at his upper body feeling a shiver go down his spine. He wanted to move but he was told not to! Yet his eyes widened the moment a cat popped out of nowhere. His thoughts scattered in confusion as the other got bit.
“It’s cute..”
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Kouki felt light headed but allowed the other to drag him by the arm. Okay this was nice….okay not really this wasn’t romantic at all but his mind was filled with all the alcohol he drank he didn’t mind it. “Does this mean that you agree?” Why would you asked that Kouki? I’m lucky he’s even holding my hand! Even though he wasn’t. He just continued to follow the other while being dragged to wherever they were going.
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“W-Well I usually do! It’s not my fault my hormones are acting up like crazy right now.” Face already completely red Kouki couldn’t believe what he had just asked the other “Can we?” And yet he still continued to ask!
|| 🔥 || ❝What is it with you people these days? ❞ he thought out loud. Ginti had to handle a lot of drunk people, especially during the weekend. Though he was confessed by many girls sleep with them, the guy before him was the first. ❝I’m working. Have this and let me call you a cab. ❞ Ginti poured him a glass of water and started to dial a cab number.
“No I don’t need water! I want you!” He groaned resting his head on the table, only to reach over and grab his phone, so he wouldn’t call the cab, placing it down on the table. He was being a child he knew that too but he couldn’t help it. Kouki sat on his knees while he was on the chair and pushed himself up. He was serious but at the same time he didn’t mind rejection. There was just hope since he didn’t hear a no.
