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                    “Yes I am able but only if there is enough for the two of us, then I                       will have some. But your health is more important at the moment.”

          Hues flickered carefully at the other, watching his every move.      The second remark was almost disregarded, but the android      answered the male’s commentary. 

                    “You never really asked other than to clarify what my sex and gender was.”

                               ❝There’s enough.❞                                                He couldn’t help but appreciate the concern, though. 

      ❝Allow me to start now, then.❞ Would you drop that already? Not exactly my proudest       moment. He began filling the kettle with water, putting it on the stove  before  he  spoke.

          ❝I’m curious if your concern for my headache is because             you care about me as a person, or that’s just  how  you             were programmed... If you’re fine with me asking that.❞

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           A relaxed sigh escaped his lips before scarred fingers grasped onto his sake.            It still managed to stay warm despite the slightly chilly weather outside.  The            small  cup  pushed  against  his  lips, but before he could take his first sip, a            noise startled him. Sandals disturbed the sand under  him  as  he  shifted  to            look  behind  himself.  The  light  from  the  nearby lamppost didn’t illuminate            the area  enough  for  him  to  see.  had  he  possibly  been  f o l l o w e d  ?

                              ❝Ah- hello..?❞

              The  hairdresser  moved  the  sake  so  it  wouldn’t be visible to anyone approaching from               behind. He wanted to drink outdoors by himself, but it  came  with  the  risk  of  someone               witnessing it. People hearing that he drank alone on the beach wasn’t a flattering thought.

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✗ ;; ipsonus.

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                    “Yes. I am serious.”

          Maxima chose not to comment on anything else on the      subject but rather shifted to the other’s second query. 

                    “Are you sure? I suggest either chamomile, ginger, or feverfew.”

                      ❝I should have some chamomile left... You want some while  I’m                        at it?❞ He searched inside his cupboards for a moment before pausing.

        ❝Or are you even able to drink tea? You don’t tell me much about yourself.❞

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✗ ;; ipsonus.

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                    “No. But I can look for a way to download that said ability.” 

          The android turned to face the other formally and offered      another suggestion. 

                    “In the meantime, perhaps you could lie down and I can make                       some tea to sooth your headache.”

                                 ❝Seriously?❞ That’s pretty cool, actually.

     ❝It’s fine, I can make it myself. Thank you, though. What kind of        tea  do you suggest?❞ I really need to learn more about Max, I feel        like  its  constantly  shocking  me.  I  guess  the future’s really here.

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           ❝Any of your weird robot powers cure headaches? It’s killing me.❞

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Starter call. Come one, come all. Like this for a starter.

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Marooned | Closed

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✗;; aobeat.

: ☊ : ❛a o ┋Miles away, waves crash up onto the shore serving as an cold and rude awakening to the lone body on the sand amongst the millions of pieces of rubble and plane debris. Chilly sea water washes over the bruised body soaked thoroughly. The sun shines brightly overhead blinding him enough to look away and survey his surroundings. Slowly, he sits up hissing in pain from the motion of his left shoulder. 

❝ Fuck! ❞ he cries out, everything sore, stinging, and burning painful. It was a miracle he could move. ❝ What… ❞ Scars littered his face and arms, shreds in his jeans and vacation themed shirt. He was missing a shoe, but that’d been the least of his worries. Looking in the distance, Aoba could see the smoking plane that had crashed–their plane possibly with people still on board. 

❝ Koujaku! Koujaku, where are you!? ❞ he had to still be here. There had to be someone–anyone! He didn’t want to be alone and so he stood to his feet, glad to find that he could walk at least despite the pain. ❝ Is there anyone?! ❞ This was a nightmare. 

                      His body protested as he stood, but he wasn’t about to find Aoba laying                       there like that. Tiny red circles made an occasional appearance  across                       the  sand  as  he walked, though the pain mostly rested within the harsh                       bruises and bumps, only a few injuries drawing blood. He  was  used  to                       pain,  but  to  lie  to himself  and say he was to this degree wasn’t easy.

        Looking around, he noticed the wreckage of the plane was nowhere to be         seen.  Was  the  reason  for  all  that  water  in his lungs that he was swept         further away? Or was he simply lucky  to  wash  up  anywhere?  He  didn’t         want to think about it. He didn’t want to think of what to do after he found         Aoba,  either. Having the whole ‘I’m really going to be stuck here forever,’         breakdown at the moment wasn’t priority.  Still...  it  was  hard  to  ignore.

                                    Teeth clenched in pain as he traveled along the coastline, hoping to find                                     Aoba  there.  He  had  to  be  alive. If not, there would be little reason for                                     himself to be. He held enough tragedy in his past, he was sure  he  didn’t                                     deserve   this   much.   Stop.   Just  keep  moving.  Don’t  think.  Just  go.

                                                                                             ❝Aoba!❞

      Either the island was just too damn big, or Aoba had fled into the foliage in search of either the       hairdresser  or  supplies  to  last  him the night, as it wouldn’t be long before its arrival. Koujaku       was important enough to him to be the first on his mind as Aoba was  the  first  on  his...  right?

                      You dont have time to second guess him right now!

                                                   Shaking his head in attempt to clear doubts, he figured checking for            Aoba in the wooded areas of the island would be worth a try, for at least a few minutes. 

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                           It  had  become  harder and harder to reject women after coming to                            terms with who he  really  had  his  eyes  set  on.  Only  those  close                            could  notice  the  unusual  lack  of  a  smile  in  his features. Brows                            furrowed slightly in thought as his gaze drifted away from company.

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Marooned | Closed

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✗;; aobeat.

   ❝Think they’ll let us see the cockpit?❞ He jokes somewhat halfheartedly. He’s seen a plane before in its entirety, but if there’s anything he could do to cure this boredom, even if just for a minute, he’dd take the risk to go and explore. He takes his satchel with him, his only luggage that refused to fit in the compartment above. There isn’t really anything inside but his wallet, cellphone, and pepper spray. The only important things he really needs when on the flight full of strangers.

   The long walk way meets an end with a separation to where the flight attendants are busying their selves with pouring wine and covering meals for first class. Speaking of first class, ❝Fancy, right?❞ At least, compared to what they have. ❝There was no need to spend extra on something fancy. We’ll get fancy when they land in—❞ It was then that the plane began to suddenly shake, glasses hitting the floor and shattering along with plates when the flight sits on it’s side. Aoba’s sent tumbling, sliding to the wall, head taking quite a hit. Screams echo out and panic ensues, but Aoba’s steadily trying to grasp onto what’s happening, head pulsing like a heartbeat.

           ❝I don't think you're that famous,❞ snorted in retort. Though,               if he were, the hairdresser wouldn’t be too taken aback. Even               without fame, the other had an innocent charm to him. One               that   affected   even   someone   as   s u a v e   as  Koujaku.

                              The smile that usually accompanied him as he listened to the star soon                               faded  as  the  plane  shook violently and unexpectedly. Even the most                               experienced in Rib  couldn’t  hold  reflexes  fast  enough  to  fulfill  the                               elder’s  wish  of  catching  Aoba  before  they  both  landed against the                               harsh metal that surrounded the inside of the plane.  A  few  pieces  of                               glass  rained  on him, he could remember arms weakly but instinctively                               raising to protect himself before his eyes couldn’t stay open any longer,                               Aoba  the first and last on his mind as the ache on the back of his head                               forces him unwillingly into unconsciousness, Aoba’s body growing limp                               the   last   thing   seen between  narrow  slits  between  heavy  eyelids.

   The odd sensation of a salty, dried out tongue yet still submerged in    liquid  forced  his eyes to flicker open. No amount of coughing could    bring  up  the  entirety of the seemingly unlimited water in his lungs.    Senses uncomfortably invaded by water, an achy body attempted to    rise from the beach, immediately searching for his  loved  one.  The    situation  brought  forth a rapid pulse in his heart, along with painful    memories  of  a   dark   past   that   begged   to   be   left   forgotten.

                                                                 A horse, cracking voice cried, “Aoba!” His head whipped                    around, searching for prominent blue locks in an otherwise yellow beach.

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       ❝And I thought I had a lot of customers before...❞                Upon returning from his much needed break, the hairdresser was beginning  to                question  whether  or  not  it was worth the pile of work he had ahead of him to                get everyone’s hair trimmed, as most customers refused to see any other stylist.

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        ❝Hm? Are you talking to me? I can’t see who you're looking at under those bangs,❞                                                                                       he jokes, letting out a lighthearted chuckle.

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i got lazy with my theme. I’ll fix it later. in the meantime, like for a starter?

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aobeat replied to your post “Koujaku, wanna hang at Mizuki's after work?”

"Yeah. It's the weekend and I need a damn break. This calls for a glass or two...or three."

                          ❝I like the way you think. When’re ya off?❞

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✗;; purusnix.

✼I, uh, I-I guess, I guess I could.. help?✼ This had never happened before. The younger boy was in foreign territory and he was unsure of what to do. His instincts told him to run, to sprint into the busier city, but he was so caught up in the shock of the situation that he had.. agreed? He cautiously approached the older man and bent down to pick up some his things.

                ❝Ah, thank you! You're a life saver.❞      A grateful smile plastered on his face, he shifted the box to be more comfortable in his grasp.

                                            ❝Oh, I totally forgot to introduce myself! Koujaku; and you are?❞                                                It  was  odd.  They  hadn’t  even  exchanged names and he was                                                asking the stranger to walk to his house with him.  He  looked  so                                                young  too,  he  was  surprised  he agreed. Maybe he should be                                                more careful of who he trusted; though Koujaku  was  harmless.

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"Koujaku, wanna hang at Mizuki's after work?"

               ❝Sounds good to me. You in the drinking mood? That’s rare.❞           It was hard to get in and out of Mizuki’s without having a few, of course.