☆ dice roll! ☆

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bckeneko​:

The furry menace seems to understand what he’s saying, paw stopping mid-push.

Really, she’s more of a salmon cat, but tuna’s a close second. Favorites haven’t been established, so she’ll go easy on him for now. 

Well, what’s he waiting for? She doesn’t have thumbs, she can’t open the can!

Well, that’s certainly something. 

At least the white furball stopped its paws from committing crimes, it would have been catastrophicㅡwait, no, now it’s not the time for cat puns! 

“Okay, okay, got’cha, don’t look at me like that...” He opens up the can, leaving its contents on a plate for the feline to eat. “See? No need for mischief, lil’ fella.”

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bckeneko​:

She’s just gonna… reach out slowly and start pushing the glass off the table.

Full eye contact is being made as this happens.

Oh noㅡthat’s bad! He doesn’t want to clean again, it’s not fair!

“Kitty no. Kitty please. Ah, um, c, can I offer ya some nice tuna instead in this trying time??” Will it hopefully convince the feline?

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batoushoujo​:

　　TEM IS APPREHENSIVE AT FIRST, eyes narrowing at the quick approach of someone. But she recognises him quickly, though it takes her brain a second to put everything together, surprise hanging on her expression for a moment as she processes while he talks. By the time he’s finished, with that nervous little ending, it’s all there, and she leans forward just the slightest with the recognition now clear on her face.

　　“ Hey! Of course I do! Where the hell’d you disappear to?! What’s up? ”

Oh boy, from where does he start? Now it’s not as if it’d hurt to tell her, Tem is a pretty chill person, he remembers it as if they had spoken yesterday. The issue would be how to explain his misadventures. In a way, for somebody who believes in fortune, his own is not that good, at all. Enough he’s almost considering getting more lucky charms.

“I had to stay with a friend abroad ‘cause I lost my luggage travellin’, that’s the short version at least. I really, reaally wanted to come back... I missed everybody a whole lot.”

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shouga-nai​:

@extravachance​ ♥’d for a starter!

Ah, the after hours… Doppo always had mixed feelings about this time of the day. While it brought him boundless joy to clock out of the office, the evening crowd tend to drive him up the wall. He’d grumble to himself while maneuvering through the ocean of pedestrians — until he spotted a familiar face.

“…Huh- Sakon?” Just like that, his own face immediately lit up. “Whoa, it’s been a while! Good to see you again.” He gave a quick bow in greeting. “How are things?”

The time it would take for him to reach home was then delayed. But reuniting with someone he could consider a friend was surely worth it.

Coming from the Shimo-Ochiai station to the heart of Shinjuku, he’s pretty worn out; hauling boxes all day has been rougher than what he expected. Though, it’s not as if he’ll let it dampen his spirits. Hm, he could buy a beer later...

Upon the sudden call, his attention shifts, oh, there’s the salaryman fellow from back then! Almost skipping in excitement, he stretches his hand for a high-five. 

“Yep, it’s me! Heyas, Doppo-san! Ohh, for real, it feels as if years have passed. Things are well on my side, workin’ like a bee, sleepin’ like a log. I stayed with a buddy in America for a while, too. I returned not long ago.” He chuckles. 

“And ya? By the way, wanna somethin’? A cold one, a coffee, a burger, I pay!”

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the-childlike-ghost​:

Sol laughs at his earnest determination. It was always so sweet to see him want to do his best for her small companions. Not everyone she met before quite understood why she was so involved with rabbits, but even if Sakon was one of those people, she knew he would be just as willing to help provide some happiness and care to them. His love for them was something she could never put into words with how thankful she is for him to be in their lives as much as he is in hers.

“Sounds good.” Her heart swells as she spots the few treats shaped like hearts, she smiles lovingly at them. “Thank you, I did have a lot of time to really study up on them. I did learn a lot from just experience though. You can read up on what they can or can’t eat, but there’s no book that really digs into their language,” she explained with an almost sort of mysterious tone. “Sure there’s books that can explain some of their usual actions and what they mean, but I’m talking about their eyes and noses and what they’re saying when they’re completely still. Did you know bunny’s can sleep with their eyes open? I can tell when they’re awake and when they’re sleeping, even if they’re seemingly standing up,” she brags as she continues to pack up the small round treats onto the baking sheet. “It’d love to tell you some stories later, maybe we can have some cookies ourselves along with the buns and I will tell you the secrets of the Lepus language.”

As priorly announced, he does put that extra energy to work, sheer joy almost floating as a cloud of glitter around them. It’s amazing, though, being in a kitchen has often turned out to be a messy failure for him, but, somehow, today has been an exception. Could it be? Is this the power of friendship like on TV? The sole idea makes his imagination soar, he’d love for it to be true! After all, it’s not like it’s his first time indulging in magical thinking, he does it a lot.

“I’m pretty convinced ya are the most knowledgeable peep ‘bout bunnies in the whole world, Sol! Gotta say that before meetin’ cha, I mostly played with stray dogs, back then I had only seen rabbits on pics or those nature shows. So, I totes trust your opinion on this matter!” How could he have any doubts? He’s watched her take care of them for six years, even if intermittently, in-between visits. It’s a matter of experience over books and theories. 

“Woah?? No, I had no idea! And here I thought they were just chillin’ a teensy bit. See? Ya got a buncha’ trivia to share, I wanna hear more, for realsies!” Among chuckles, he does his very best to finish the last batch of treats, head bobbing from side to side in, eager. At the mention of cookies, his stomach grumbles in protest, craving some to gobble up. “Sounds like a plan, I’m in! Secrets, bun-buns and yummy sweets, I bet it’s gonna be super fun∼!”

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the-childlike-ghost​:

A mischievous grin grew on her face as she sets up her runing stance, which looked like she was getting ready for a fight more so than a race. None the less, she was ready and waiting for the imaginary gun to be fired in the air so she can taste the oh sweet victory of the slide! Without even finishing the declarative ‘Go’, she took off screeching with a ‘warriors’ cry. The air was filled with joyous screams from the small child, carelessly running through the grass at top speeds. She had eyes on one goal and one goal only and it was clearly shown on that small round face.

“Try to beat me, Sakon! I daaare yooooooou!!”

Okay, time to get serious. For the sake of his apparent newly-found role as a rival, he prepares his best smug, brow furrowed expression, sprinting at an increasing speed. Heck, he’s even at a disadvantage, thus every second matters! “And I double-dare ya back! Remember, the one who laughs last, laughs better☆!” 

Nevermind that he’s barely holding in his own playful snickers. 

“Look, over there, it’s the final lap! Leeet’s dooo thiiis!!” They are now side to side, elbow to elbow, it’s the decisive moment, the smallest of missteps could change everything! Right in front of them stands the goal, a few steps ahead... 

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//AAA here you go precious boy Sakon ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡💕💕💕 I’m sorry my art skills havent approved much but I’m glad I was able to at least properly draw his hair without trouble now! I hope you like it !!!

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dreamfled​:

@extravachance​ liked for a test basil ! 

It’s weird, how some things stay the same no matter what. Years had passed, and their little friend group had separated, his grandmother had gotten more feeble, yet Basil’s plants stayed alive. Reaching toward the sun, depending on his gentle touches and care. 

That’s what he was doing now. Quietly checking on the soil of the plants around, fingers quietly brushing at the leaves to check their health. 

“ You’re not doing so great, are you ? “ He mutters to one of the plants, white tulips, unaware of the new addition to Basil’s little world. 

Drawn in by such a charming little garden, he tentatively approaches the scene, an effort in order to not disturb the gardener taking care of them. Frolicking around is a bad habit of his, too noisy, too bubbly―too exhausting, but he tries to tone it down. 

Besides, it’s hard to not notice the tense, despondent surroundings despite the cozy sight, is it normal for silence to be this heavy? The urge to speak grows stronger. 

“Maybe cha’ gotta cheer for ‘em, like, go, go lil’ flower, you are the best!” Comment that also comes in a whisper, to match the other’s query at the nature. It’s a genuine suggestion, though, he's a staunch believer that everything has a tiny bit of soul.

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knifeisms​:

—–     ♡     —–

she  certainly  doesn’t  expect  anyone  else  to  be  out  at  this  time. for  just  a  moment,  she  seems  to  jump,  blinking  back  to  reality while  looking  over  herself.    she’s  not  sure  how  she  got  here  in the  first  place,  but  at  the  moment  she  should  focus  on  settling whatever  worries  might  be  there.

“  ah  ?    oh,  sorry.    i’m  just  waiting  for  the  bus.    i  just  happened to  forget  my  umbrella  as  well  …  ”

Nobody enjoys being the bearer of bad news, but in such a case, it can't be helped. Lost in her thoughts, this person hasn't noticed the time, nor that she's stranded until dawn. It’s a cause of concern despite her underreaction, isn't it cold and lonely here? For him, it sure would be, thus he shares a canned hot drink from the vending machine with her.

“...Ya are outta luck, Miss. The bus won't come until five hours more. Per chance, do ya got any friend to call t'get cha home? Or someplace nearby to stay?”

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knifeisms​:

—–     ♡     —–

she’s  been  standing  at  this  particular  bus  stop  for  an  hour  now, rain  heavy  and  clothes  entirely  soaked.    she’ll  definitely  catch  a cold  from  this,  but  she  doesn’t  seem  entirely  present  to  even  see that  the  next  bus  won’t  show  up  until  6am,  the  clock  currently  being 1am.

The unusual sight is undeniable, a lone figure standing in the middle of such a dark night, faced with a rainpour that seems to have no intention of stopping. Even he has to carry an umbrella to protect himself. Is she sleeping there? Relaxing?

“Erm, Miss...? Hello? Not to bother ya or anythin’, for realsies, but, um, at this rate cha’ gonna end up like a mega wet noodle, and that’s like... no good!”

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the-childlike-ghost​:

“Cereal size is good but they could be a little bigger, something like… one of those little peanut butter cups! We should have enough batter to work with to feed all of them, don’t worry. The next batch will be even better!” Sol reassures with a confident smile. They were treats after all, not a meal and not a rarity to eat in very small quantities. It was like how people eat big cookies, bunnies can enjoy a nice treat once and a while too! She helped making a few of the cookies as she reacted to his inquiry with a giggle.

“Of course they will. Sure they might look ravenous and will try to plow us down in order to stuff the cookies in their mouths but they will now we made it with love just for them,” she explained as she continued to look down at the dough and formed the small balls. “The more timid rabbits seem to appreciate it more, I think. Some of the rabbits wolf the food down but the ones who take their time to sniff and inspect the treat, I think they’re the ones who are the most thankful. I can see it in their expression.” She smiles gently at the thought, even if someone else would tell you rabbits only have one outward expression 24/7. 

“Ohh, is that so? Mm, got’cha! No worries, I’ve eaten a buncha’ those!” Given his habits, by now he’s a connoisseur of local market’s candies―well, sort of. 

“Okay, since my one hundred percent still has a ways to go, I’ll put an extra three hundred fifty percent for good measure!!” And no, he has no idea what it means, nor has done any maths, however, the bigger the number, the better. A surplus of fiery energy surely will be helpful, with the extra boon of sounding cooler, right?

“I’m still impressed by how much ya know about ‘em. Though, I guess it’s a lotta different when they are your lil’ bundles of joy ‘n you’ve been with each other for years.” Time and patience are the best recipe for understanding, after all. “Hey, if it’s fine with cha’, I’d love to hear some stories of you ‘n your little fluffy band, I bet it’ll be fun!” For later, of course, as they have their hands full at the moment. 

At least, this batch of treats are looking pretty cute, he’s even made a few heart-shaped. If only to depict further the ‘we love and cherish you’ message. 

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the-childlike-ghost​:

“We squeeeze the lemons!!” She cheers into the air, having no regard to who was close enough to catch a earful of her screams. No matter how much she lets out her excitement, there was still plenty of energy left in her to wreak havoc on everyone around them! “We can race again, if you can keep up,” she smirks at him in a playful, teasing way. “Tell ya what, first one on the playground gets first dibs on the slide! Up for the challenge?”

“Yeah, that’s right! We squeeze ‘em!!” Hm, they could go to the market after playing, right? Thinking about fruits gives him some tummy rumbles, he has money, they could buy some pop tarts... Wait, no, nope, now it’s not the time to get sidetracked, the race comes first, he needs to keep his eyes on the big prize; the slide! 

“Of course, I’m super-extra pumped for round two!” An exclamation accompanied by a wink plus a peace sign. Then, he proceeds. “Okie-dokie... Let’s do this, Sol, my fierce competitor. Heh, are you ready?? Are ya?? On your marks, get set... Gooo!!”

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the-childlike-ghost​:

“Yeah!” In her excitement, she pushed her hand forward to meet his with a cheeky, wide smile. It may or may not have been harder than it was intended to, but she was too lost in the moment and full of adrenaline to pay close attention to it.

“That was nifty!” she laughed, trying to calm herself down in order to focus on the people around them. They were having so much fun that she didn’t notice how much potential noise they were making, but who cares, they’re kids! Speaking of kids, it gave her an idea. “How about we make a trip to the playground? There’s a lot of obstacles to work with.”

There’s no hiding that she’s just as zestful as he is, palm’s strength creating the sound intended; the alliance’s sign of two pranksters. It’s as if time had been rewinded, taking him. no - them, to those easy, fun times. A second after, without a single spec of hesitation, he answers her proposal, ever-jolly. “I like how ya think, let’s give it a try! We’ve got t’seize the day before it’s gone. After all, if cha’ got lemons…” It's their chance to make lemonade!

Now, here remains one question. “Wanna race again? Or do we try to match pace? I ain’t picky, or do ya got ‘nother game in mind?” There’s a bunch to choose from.

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the-childlike-ghost​:

“Ha, that is a really sweet thought, but i’m sure they love to drool over the idea of their next snack break more!” she jokingly laughs at the thought of the rabbits day dreaming of all the possible treats they might have that day. While she finished prepping the oven and tray, she would take quick glances at Sakon’s progress, not to necessarily stare as it could make him nervous, but even so it seemed he was still in need of some help. Answering his call for help, she looked over his work with a small smile and a nod of acceptance.

“I don’t recommend them being the size of Oreo cookies which are way too big- but the ones you’ve done are fine! Some might be bigger, some might be smaller, but they’re about the same size and it’s a good size! It’s a special treat made by you so even if some come out bigger than they normally should be, it’s a very special treat so it should be fine! The bunnies will be more than happy to eat these!”

“Well, that’s a big deal too, not gonna lie. Anybody would go crazy over yummy food!” Him included, of course. Still, the rabbits have a healthier diet than a guy who consumes mostly instant noodles or heaps of candy. Little details, nothing worth mentioning. He notices his partner examining his work, something for which he’s thankful, as if in the case a mistake is made, she’ll set it right in a finger snap. No room for doubt in the home of a bunny-expert! 

“So, will it be alright if I make ‘em cereal-sized? I mean, the next batch, this doesn’t seem enough for the whole fluffy town roamin’ in the livin’ room.” Following her intructions the best he can, smaller shapes are prepared through his efforts, his many efforts. It’s all for the sake of providing a good meal for those little friends. The magnus opus of somebody who, until now, has burnt water in a kitchen. “Hey, Sol, d’ya think the buns gonna know its made with love? Or at least with a lotta appreciation ‘n care? I’ve been ponderin’ just a tiny bit...” 

Silly thoughts, he knows, but all the same, there’s genuine curiosity about it.

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Send 👬 for a Drawing of our muses! Or, send 👭 for a drawing of the muns!

//I am so so SO sorry for this being so late and you deserve a better doodle than this but I feel ok about Sakon here @w@

//this is a bonus failed attempt that I started earlier but I couldn’t do Sakon dirty like that sdbniodnid

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girlycorpse‌;

she nods and peaks about what sort of vegetables are around. a conversation about the prices, weighing and all she found herself with a bag of healthy food in a plastic bag. “ AND LUCKILY THERE’S A LOT OF IT HERE, ” michiru says with a voice that sounds like she’s fawning over something cute rather than food.

“ FINALLY, HUH? THERE HAVEN’T BEEN SUCH CHEAP PRICES AROUND SUCH TIMES. USUALLY I’D HAVE TO WAKE UP AROUND 7 TO BE LUCKY. ”

“I hope this ain’t an ‘once in a lifetime’ opportunity or somethin’, it oughta’ happen more often, my wallet is thrivin’!” --- For hers it should be the same.

Now, all he needs is one or two cereal boxes, and some milk cartons, for breakfast; a quantity meant to last for two weeks at minimum. “Uhh, ya’ too?? Heh, well, it ain’t without reason, early is when it’s rocks for reals! Like, it’s as old peeps say, about the bee? No, no, it’s the bird ‘n the worm, is it?? Sorry, I’m not good with metaphor-y phrases.” 

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tragedestined‌;

                   Why did he have to go and talk about his parents ? Because it was one of Kiyouki’s sore spots ? This guy was lucky that he was Kiyouki from the future or whatever. Otherwise, Kiyouki would’ve pulled out his twin blades and started swinging by now. Strangers didn’t have any right to talk about his parents !

                    ❛❛ …Ya think I don’t know that ? It’s just —– look, if you know that much, you know that they ain’t around anymore. It doesn’t matter if they loved me —– dead’s dead. Dead people can’t talk to ya, or listen to ya, or touch ya, or anything. I dunno who this guide is, but nobody who’s alive can sub in for someone who’s dead. You oughta know that. ❜❜ He crossed his arms and scowled at the other man as he petted Kiyouki.

                    ❛❛ And who’s sayin’ life’s dull without love, anyways ? Love’s just…I dunno, it’s icky ! It makes my skin crawl ! I don’t want it ! I’d rather fight somebody or go gambling ! ❜❜

“I mentioned nothin’ ‘bout substituting, that cannot ‘n won’t do. I’d tell ya to not be so hasty, though... It’d be mega hypocritical of me.” It seems three years aren’t enough to change old habits, realization dawning upon him only after meeting his snappy, itty-bitty self. Seeing his past situation, as an outsider, it’s making him reflect, a little, too.

“Dummy Kiyo, I haven’t forgotten how absurdly sucky it was back then, still... Tainting even the good memories, no---misusing ‘em as another source of bitterness, is really satisfying for ya? Is it whatcha’ truly want?” Stopping the head-pats, he resorts to pulling the boy’s cheeks, presence stern, mimicking what older folks tend to with him.

“Listen t’me, kiddo, I’ll clear it up for ya. Fightin’ ‘n gamblin’ is fun, right? It’s super thrilling, instant gratification, but what about the rest? A loveless life ain’t ‘ust lackin’ in relationships, it’s hollow in that ya have no aim, no passion. Distracting yourself from pain is temporary ‘n it ain’t a solution. In fact, I, as ‘almost-adult-you’, also have a long ways t’go...”