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so my laptop finally kicked the bucket. power cable snapped off from the inside. RIP toshi. you will be missed.

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i’ll get to those starters and replies soon. i’m just real tired.

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@doppiavitas liked for a starter

“--Your boobies are huge!!”

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smol starter call. no cap.

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gonna probably head to bed soon. i was feeling tired hours ago. now i’m advanced tired. anyways, thank ya’ll for a fun first official day. i’ll be sure to log on tomorrow for some more elias antics.

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rock-you-like-a-hurricxne:

‘Yeah, they don’t have much to do half the time during the day than chatter. Still get it m’self even though I’ve been here for… ah, five years now?’

Course they had a lot to say about when a girl your age was living on her own. Mostly just shrugged it off. Oh, man has it been that long though?

‘Think that’s cute that she likes things like that. You should give the thrift shop a look a few blocks down from here. They usually get some strange to interesting toys there too.’

Every neighborhood had its fair share of gossiping women, it would seem. You weren’t worried about it. As soon as they realize you aren’t a weirdo they’d back off and find something else to gossip about. Probably.

“--Five years?” you ask. “So you must know your way around then. That must be nice--to not be lost like I was on my way here.” You didn’t want to admit it but, well, your sense of direction was just awful. “I’m glad I made it here in on piece.” Joking aside, you had a conundrum on your hands. Your precious flower needed a new toy!

“--You think so?” was your reply. “At first I found it a little odd but it’s grown on me.” Mostly in part to your job revolving around the horror genre. “A thrift store. That might work. It’d be cheaper, too.” A pause. You seemed hesitant. “I know it might be odd but, ah, mind showing me the way? I’d appreciate it.”

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stormingginger:

Sudden voices never really did do well for her nerves. The ginger blinked when she was addressed by the stranger after she had relaxed her shoulders which had tensed up earlier by the shock. She turned her head to look at him as the book in question balanced precariously between her hand and the edge of the shelf.  

“Ah, no, it’s okay,” she said as she gave off a sheepish smile. “Uh, do you have a reason why?”

You had a personal reason for not liking the book. It was one of your own. You were careful (whenever you went to a bookstore or library) to avoid them at all cost. Yes, them. You had many books. An entire series worth; almost two. It wasn’t something you wanted to publish--ever--but your publisher suckered you into it.

It made you enough money to live comfortably on, yes, but you weren’t happy about it.

“--The author hasn’t tried to write a decent book in years,” was what you said. “You’ll be disappointed if you’re a fan of his work.”

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rock-you-like-a-hurricxne:

‘Ah–gomen! No, noI really, haven’t had the time to really introduce myself. I had only briefly heard from some of the housewives.’

NOSEY housewives at that. You usually chose to ignore the majority of gossip made. You were lucky if you were even here half the time during the day. 

‘I’m Makoto. It’s nice to meet you Elias-san.’

Turning seven? Ah, at that age you were fairly interested in being outside and sports Finger scratched at her chin briefly as she thought about it. October definitely isn’t around the corner.

‘Ah, what about a stuffed or rubber spider? Those aren’t too hard to come by.’

“--Is that so?” Cue an awkward laugh.

So the local housewives were already starting up rumors about you? They could talk until they’re blue in the face--unless your daughter became involved. You’d have words with them at that point.

“--Ah, Makoto? It’s nice to meet you too.”

She seemed like a decent young lady. You assumed she was maybe in High School? You were never good at guessing a woman’s age. That was considered taboo anyway.

With a sigh you placed a hand in your pocket and ran a hand through your hair. “--I think that should do. Luckily for me she’s never been picky.”

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dO It FoR hER

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@palgan liked for a starter

“--I’m terribly sorry!” you said with a bow of your head. Your hands remained gently against your daughter’s shoulders as you kept her in place in front of you. Her gaze was fixated on the ground. “I’ll have a talk with her about not looking where she’s walking once we get home.”

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@stormingginger liked for a starter

“--Y-You shouldn’t bother with that one,” you said from the corner of the bookshelf placed beside the other. “Ah, I’m sorry. I know I have no right to judge but--you seem like the type of person who enjoys a book. That one is a little...not so good.”

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“--My daughter can’t get enough of these Phantom Thieves,” you said aloud. The newspaper in your grasp was given a tired once-over before being tossed into the nearest trash can. A heavy sigh followed.

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smol starter call. no cap.

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dirk back at it again with another original character. give this here post a like if you think you’d be interested in a tired dad who secretly writes one of the world’s most popular novel series--and hates it. alongside him is his daughter adelle. she’s a fan of horror (despite being nearly seven years old) and has about one-hundred toy squids in her bedroom. reblog and spread the word!

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i WANTED to maybe do some stuff over here today. like following people and maybe post a starter call. but tired.

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I stayed up all night and wondered where the sun went, then it dawned on me

THAT PUN WAS SUPER EFFECTIVE!!

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doppiavitas:

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“–So I see a cutie over there gawking at the bookshelf, and she’s got the cutest little squeaky shoes on. That your kid, Daddio?”

The only reason Adelle was allowed to wander off so far from you was because of those squeaking shoes she wore. You could hear whenever she moved--and gauge how far away she was depending on the specific sound they made. Hopefully this woman didn’t consider you a bad father for not having your eyes on your own daughter. Truth be told, father’s had an innate ability to keep an eye on their children--even without using their eyes.

“--That one sure is mine,” was your reply. You glanced up from the novel and turned ever so slightly to the woman standing beside you. Thankfully you didn’t hear her Daddio comment. “Her shoes aren’t bothering anyone, are they?”