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KIDA MASAOMI. aries / strength affiliated with zodiakos

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devil in the details ; [closed]

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Takuto hadn’t stirred too much. A whine may have escaped him as Kida moved about in the room and he may or may not have taken the other’s pillow to cover his head. It was too early for this… Proof that he wasn’t so disciplined anymore. As enjoyable as it might be to get up with the birds.. His body rejected the idea and he often slept late. 

This morning was different. 

Not only did the aroma of fresh baked cookies linger in the air.. There was something uncomfortable about his rest. First.. A voice.. He stirred once more, groaning this time as he restlessly moved about. Soon enough, a mess of red hair popped out from under the pillow and blankets. Takuto yawned, stretching reeeeeeal big in order to wake himself up. “… Eh?” Now he noticed.. Both hands moved to touch the collar around his neck. 

Eyes widened and he gripped the collar, giving it a gentle tug before looking around the room in a panic. Not again..! After last time? He wasn’t so sure what to think of collars. “K-.. Masaomi..?!” His call came out a little high pitched as the youth scrambled out of the bed, almost falling flat on his face in the process. Nevertheless, he’d saved himself from collapsing onto the floor.. He did stumble a few steps, kicking the sheet from his foot before going to find where the other had gone. 

Kida located. In the kitchen.. Takuto had kind of forgotten about the cookie smell, pausing right where he stood. “.. What are you..?” He was almost dumbfounded.. Hadn’t the other noticed the collars? Of course, Takuto was completely ignorant to  the situation.. He found no chest.. No warnings. Just..

Early morning baking.

It was definitely a calming scene.. The collar was temporarily forgotten and he moved over to join Kida, smiling just a touch. 

“What are you doing..? It’s a little early for this, isn’t it?” The boy simply watched for a bit, tilting his head to the side. There was some hesitation, seeing as his cooking experience wasn’t the greatest, but he lifted one of the utensils used. “Need some help? Or are you about finished..?” 

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An idle hand reached into the pocket, thumb running over the stopper only to be taken out in haste when Takuto's voice was heard. There was no need to be nervous though; he'd make a batch for him if he was really that hungry. It would absolutely work out.

"Ah, did I wake you up?" Kida's acting was good enough to feign concern--or anything, really--as he slowly pulled the cookies from the tray and into a basket. "I couldn't sleep with this stupid thing on, so I figured why not get it off right away..." "If you don't know, it's some ridiculous morale boosting thing. Do a nice deed and it pops off." A finger reached to tap his own collar, silently curse whoever did this to them. "So why not kill two birds with one stone? If I make these and you hand 'em out, we're both free, right?" The male's smile was as innocent as it ever could be, passing off the remainder of untainted dough to Takuto. "I'd say go back to bed but if you really want, you can start getting the rest of them ready. They're yours so do whatever you want with them, I guess." His words were accented with a shrug, although the next would escape him with just the slightest edge. "Just don't touch these ones... We wouldn't want to jeopardize the mission right?"

Understatement.

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devil in the details ; [closed]

As surprised as he truly wanted to be, Kida simply couldn't muster any sense of shock. Not after last time.

He was always a light sleeper, jolted awake at the slightest thing while the redhead that often rested beside him stayed completely locked in a dream. Sometimes it was for things like a rustle in the trees, feet that hung out of the bed long enough to chill him to the bone--this night, it was the fault of a metal band wrapped tightly around his neck. When he looked one too plagued Takuto beside him; on each of their nightstands stood the same small chest.

'Kill or be killed.'

There was no expression of anger or confusion. A mere poker face as the young mind inside came to its conclusions: someone would have to die by his hands. This was something he was used to, although he always felt sanctuary in this place that it would never have to happen again; he could handle it. Someone would have to die by Takuto's hands. Takuto couldn't kill. Kida refused to allow it, whether or not he lacked the ability in the first place.

The second box was swiped and quietly hidden in a chest of clothes before the blonde opened his own. A gun, poison, wire--typical. He could work with this though, taking the poison before hiding this chest too. It was a really simple plan: hard to fuck up and nearly impossible for the other to detect as suspicious. He probably wouldn't even bat too much of an eye at the fact that Kida was baking before the sun had even thought about rising, the vial of poison hidden in his pocket.

Please, God, just let this work.

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i've been hella inactive lately but this event seems pretty sweet so does anyone wanna die/possibly kill a dude? idk which i'd rather do yet (probably kill someone else) but if you wanna plot feel free to pm me (◡‿◡✿)　

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they say it's your birthday! [@mikado]

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If anything, the most he expected out of his birthday was a phone call from a few relatives (and maybe a minority of close friends, but nothing more). With his cell phone of little to no use in Arcadios and communication restricted to that of face-to-face meetings, the 21st of March would be any ordinary day for Mikado from this point onwards. It was disappointing - and maybe a little upsetting to know that he probably wouldn’t be seeing a number of people he held dear for quite a while - but something he’d have to accept, voluntarily or otherwise.

A few knocks broke him from his trance. His eyebrows came down to the bridge of his nose, knitting with concern— he wasn’t expecting anyone, was he? He’d mentally questioned why anyone would come to visit him exclusively at his hut now, of all times - and who’d dedicate themselves to going to such an effort? The answer almost seemed self explanatory when he opened the door.

“Masa—?!” The rest of his name was cut off by the confection that had so precipitously met with his face. He’d have to remind himself to check before ignorantly opening the door like that. While the blonde sobered from his hysterics, Mikado only remained silent. It took a moment for him to register what had actually hit him in the face - when he wiped off excess sugar and cream from his face with his hand to examine the residue, he’d come to recognize Masaomi’s weapon of choice.

“.. really, Masaomi?”

Probably a gag from an American TV show the other had picked up on, he assumed— and he shouldn’t have expected anything less (or more) of him. He sighed, but couldn’t help the laughter that began to bubble up inside him. Little things like these were almost pathetic, but still amusing nonetheless. In the end, it’d be a hindrance to clean up, but the thought counted all the same. He could appreciate the sense of humor that Masaomi had.

Smudging what was left of the pie on his hand onto Masaomi’s face, his incessant peals of laughter died down to a few snickers before they were nothing at all. ”You can come in and clean up too,” as if answering any request to come in advance with a final few chuckles.

Regardless of how convenient it would have been if Masaomi hadn’t come along to wreak havoc, it was flattering to know that his friend still found the need to celebrate his birthday no matter where they were.

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Kida's recovery from laughter only lasted a few moments, the face--oh, the face--his friend made too priceless for him not to break out in hysterics again. Why hadn't he done this sooner? It was ridiculously satisfying, and the feeling only grew when Mikado had finally cracked as well.

"Really!"

That was his only retort through dying chuckles. "You've gone enough years without your birthday beats, so we're making up for lost time. You can't really complain, can you? It was banana cream. Could've been worse." The whipped cream spread on to him was accepted with a grin, the blonde's steps almost dancing as he accept the invitation in. His first stop was a garbage bin to dump off the pie tin, then the nearest surface to lay the carefully-wrapped book and cupcakes. The charm would stay tucked in his pocket for now.

"You're not grown enough to clean yourself? I got my bases covered." By that he simply meant his cleaning routine consisted of wiping away whatever was on his face and licking it off his fingers. It was no surprise that his grin was omnipresent, watching Mikado struggle to get the brunt of the mess off.

Taking a seat on the same table that held the rest of his gifts, Kida's gaze wandered around the room. Only a disappointed sigh escaped him before words. "I'll never understand you. You never go out unless I force you but in all the time you've lived alone your houses have looked like they haven't seen a human soul in ages. How do you live in a place that doesn't look like a home? It's kind of depressing." The only pause he took was to grab a cupcake, a small signal that the other male could do the same.

"Maybe I should have bought you a tablecloth or curtains or something, seriously."

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”ｉ’ｍ　ｓｏ　ｓｏｒｒｙ！”

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If he were to let his guard fall at all, it’d be for a (teensy tiny little) smile to crack through despite his overall stoic response to those jabs and insults. It wasn’t something spectacular – nothing like his goofy grin – but it was still there regardless. Whether or not his humor was in good taste, Masaomi brought about an inerasable and contagious air of exuberance – and, regrettably enough, it had infected Mikado (this time!). Although not a trait he’d pin down to be ‘good’ in some circumstances, it only further served to reassure him that he had someone by his side. He could appreciate that. If it were to be any different between them—well, it just wouldn’t be them, would it?

All complaints aside, he was grateful. These circumstances weren’t entirely bright, and Mikado had accepted this. Anything to save him from the harsh truth, though – that would be an incredible privilege that he’d never take for granted.. though, if he were to be honest, he couldn’t really regard Masaomi as any kind of savior. No, definitely not – that’d get to his head too much.

“Arcadi-what?” If he didn’t know any better, Masaomi could’ve been bullshitting his way through any explanation that he gave – no less this one. To say it was downright ridiculous would’ve been an understatement. If it were any other ordinary day, then maybe – just maybe – he’d have shot the concept down and gone right on with anything else he needed to do. Unfortunately, his day thus far was anything but ordinary. He’d have to come to accept the preposterous. This all could’ve been a lie; an intricate ploy just to bug him – but his gut told him that his friend, his best friend, would be the last person to lie to him about a situation like this.

While he could place some amount of faith in the fact that the blonde would be honest, it definitely didn’t mean that he’d try to explain this seriously to any extent. The gravity of the situation was, quite clearly, entirely disregarded on Masaomi’s part – but the idea was conveyed well enough (he couldn’t be picky about that sort of thing). Just this once would it be okay for someone to take this a little bit less seriously. He’d deduced it’d be a long time until he ever returned home, if at all – and that wasn’t something easy to swallow in one fell swoop.

“Ma-Masaomi—! Wait up!” Having been absorbed in his thoughts, his reaction to the world around him was delayed – and in his frantic attempt to take everything into account, he hadn’t realized that Masaomi had already gone off. He stumbled with a number of his steps, but gradually regained a steady pace as he reached the blonde’s side.

“I—er, well.. I remember ‘Capricorn’ – but I’m born an Aries, so that doesn’t entirely make sense.” Not that everything here was actually comprehensible. “Does that mean we’re staying anywhere near each other?” With an all-too-hopeful tone, it made it seem like he’d almost ask to change his living arrangements with someone else so that the two weren’t separated. A boy could dream, couldn’t he?

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Possibilities of bullshitting aside (although there were none), this was a situation Kida felt more than comfortable in and above all used to--right down to Mikado's doting leading him to panic and fight to catch up. He was fully aware of it as it happened, but he would simply carry on ahead with arms raised and fingers laced behind his neck until he heard a usual whine. A plea to slow down, as usual.

"Arcadios," he repeated in a deadpan that edged on annoyance. "You're basically a genius, I know you understand." Not that he intended to be rude about it, but it wasn't a subject that still needed to be treated with some caution despite the tact he lacked beforehand. "I could give you a full shakedown on this place but all you really need to know it's where you are and you're stuck here, for the most part." He didn't know too much about what happened when you left, but if Mikado was going to harp on that part in particular there was always a library to visit.

When the distance between them was closed once more and the others questions were left hanging in the air, the blond's stone expression finally cracked. He couldn't keep a straight face with such naivety around, reminding him of home and those frantic conversations about not attending the same grade two class. History always repeated itself it seemed, in ways Kida would not dare to complain about--as much as he didn't mind not being in Japan anymore there were still things he appreciated about it.

"The gods are unnecessarily difficult, but isn't basing a star sign off of personality rather than birthday smarter anyway? I'm sure there are plenty of people born on the same days that are nothing alike."

"Wisdom, though... That's pretty far from me." It wouldn't have been so bad had the houses still existed, but nevertheless. "I mean, I guess there's nothing stopping you from staying over, unless you really hate extra company. He's really nice though so I bet you'd get along." Elaboration and introductions would have to wait until later, as Kida approached the fork between the three villages. We're timeskipping a bit sorry. A golden gaze rolled toward the other, a hand motioning for him to pick a direction. "Every one has something to see, so where should we start?"

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pick a fight with someone!

"I'll pass..."

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it's not blast it's more like stumble; event open

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he looked at the blonde quizzically. old Arcadios? geez, as if this place wasn’t confusing enough! also he didn’t miss that Kida are you making fun of his quirk ” ‘m just curious. old Arcadios? y’mean this place, is, um— ack, i’m totally confused now, ya know! “

indeed, this certainly was a brain breaking puzzle for the ninja. tests were never his forte, in fact, he learned everything from trial and effort! perhaps he just needed to take a look around the city so thing would fall into place in his mind.

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Kida's first instinct would be to relish in superiority, had this conversation taken place however long ago the time he was back home was. All he could offer now was a pity grin as his hands slid into his pockets, eyes wandering over the familiar land fondly.

"You're newer, then? You only just got here a little while ago?" The question was rhetorical--it was pretty obvious if this area was so foreign to the stranger. "I mean, you're not gonna be able to know what this place is right off the bat unless you lived here too." How would he describe it though? It was what it was: Old Arcadios. The first one. The original. No other way to say it.

He nodded in the direction of hill that bore the houses. "I don't mind explaining it to you, but if you just want to see you're gonna want to get on higher ground." Regardless of whether or not the other agreed to the offer, Kida would probably end up visiting himself for old time's sake.

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they say it's your birthday! [@mikado]

Although the time since Kida was obliged to remember important dates (exams, spring break, the half-off days at Russian Sushi) there were still events that could never easily slip his mind. They tended to creep up on him, but when he happened to catch the calendar they were recalled in an instant.

March 21st was one of those days, especially.

It had been such a long time since he celebrated the date in person, though. What did that kid want nowadays anyway? More importantly, what did he want that didn't run on electricity? Options were few and far between here. That friend of his, always making life unnecessarily hard for him...

The bulk of the early morning was spent in a lazy saunter as Kida perused the stall and shoppes of Polis for anything appropriate. There was no manga, no computer accessories or video games... Fortunately the blonde spotted a decent enough phone charm (although that too was obsolete though the thought counted) before he could settle on a ridiculous math textbook as a gag gift.

Charm retrieved and the confectionery ransacked for the appropriate celebratory desserts, Kida made his way proudly toward Wisdom's Capricorn neighborhood. With the help of passing residents his destination was narrowed to one hut, and with the hand clutching at a paper bag he knocked, watching as the door eventually creaked open and--

Smash!

The pie he held in the opposite hand connected perfectly with the face of the teen that stood in front of him. No warnings, and no words other than a laughing "happy birthday, Mi-ka-do!"

That was the right way to celebrate, wasn't it?

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it's not blast it's more like stumble; event open

something was up, he could feel it. what the hell had happened here!?

everything was messed up, that wasn’t there before and this wasn’t either. everything had either disappeared or been remodeled overnight and the ninja felt the slightest bit wary. but slinking through the shadows wasn’t his thing, so, without missing a beat, his clothes blew up and he combusted into ashes; never to be seen again. … or not.

he entered his bijou form, feeling more comfortable knowing where everything was. he could feel the chakras most important to him all right, so they weren’t in any danger; despite the ones missing…

but now, he couldn’t think about that, not now. he had to trust them, they had to be alright. after all, it’s not like he felt anything malicious; other than a few weird bodies slugging about. but nothing they couldn’t take down, so.

running at full speed, he eyed the area, garnering a few stares from whatever-the-hell these ghost things were, and other, unfamiliar faces. 

he stopped abruptly, giving up on the chase of basically nothing. he decided to call out to someone instead.

” hey, you! mind tellin’ me what’s going on around here? I’m kinda lost, ya know. “

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Although it didn't exactly seem that long ago in retrospect, Kida never really expected to see old Arcadios again. Immune to the sway of rumors for the most part, but when word buzzed about a portal to the previous world swirled around he couldn't help his curiosity. What was there to lose in checking it out? If it wasn't there then nothing had changed; if it was a death trap--well, word about that would follow too, right?

What he ended up facing was neither of those things. No, instead he was met with a golden sun and a town buzzing with old and new faces alike. While the district held points of interest (the greasy fast food joints, for one), it was the old world itself that Kida wanted to see. The stretches of land between "city" and "suburb", the scandalous springs--everything that was a mark of his previous life.

Silently he'd thank the fact that the area was much smaller and easier to traverse. It really did put to shame the time it took to get anywhere from the villages. It was something he took for granted, and when a voice called out to him he was aptly reminded that there were others who had no idea at all.

"What's going on? Eh, well, I could write a book on that..! Are you looking for something? This is Old Arcadios, ya know."

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do you miss mikado?

"Ah.. not anymore. Even before he arrived."

"Not that I'm going to spill my heart for you in a weepy monologue, I'm happy he's back. Maybe I can find him a wife once and for all~!"

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u mad bro

"Should I be?"

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headcanon: colour

Contrary to popular belief, Kida's favorite color isn't yellow; it's blue. The only reason shades of gold are a common motif with him is because yellow is the easiest color to see--that's why he chose it for the yellow scarves. After that he just sort of ran with it.

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Headcanon: Aoba

considering the canon point i took kida from he doesn't actually know who aoba is BUT....

i think, as a whole, kida is super super worried about who mikado hangs out with as a whole (he generally acts super possessive with all his friends but mikado the most for obvious reasons.) so should he meet aoba... which i'm not even sure he formally does in canon because reading the novels is physically painful to me?? maybe he knows of him but w/e

either way, he's going to be MEGA wary, especially considering that 1. this kid is pretty akin to izaya in a lot of ways and fuck that guy and 2. he has a really morbid fascination with mikado which will obviously set off a symphony of red flags especially knowing now that mikado leads the dollars. kida's motives lie a lot in the realm of this-happened-to-me-and-i-don't-want-it-to-happen-to-you-too, so to have someone who does resemble the man who in a roundabout way ruined his life target his best friend who also leads a powerful gang... it mirrors to a tee what happened to him and well, it's pretty clear he's not going to act like a good friend to this person, especially if his best friend is what's between them.

does that make sense?

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OOC: Roleplayers! Reblog and let your followers and fellow RPers know who you are!

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Name or Nickname you go by: dani

Age: 18

Characters you RP: aside from this guy, at zod i play naoto (p4) and crona (soul eater) but i've played a million more so ahh... idk just look at this!

How long you’ve been RPing: one year on tumblr, but a good 8-9 years in general

Favorite fandom to RP for: all of my fandoms ;A; i'd like to rp more shaman king though

Are you okay with NSFW RPing?: why not

Where else do you RP?: no where else on tumblr really but i'm a fan of private storylines on lj if the right thing comes up ;/

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“E-EEEH?!”

The urge to just walk away and abandon the blonde along with his stupidity was very, very strong. It was useless asking— but what the hell gave him the idea it was okay to be so direct and blunt about a delicate subject like that?! He might’ve considered complying with Masaomi for just a little second. Just maybe. The boy was much more modest than his friend, though - not necessarily honest, but polite all the same. He’d never be able to honestly get something like that across, and that was something that he envied the other for. 

You needed to throw aside your dignity to properly be able to do that, though.

“Masaomi—!” He used the same voice a scolding mother would; it wouldn’t be wrong to say that Mikado had to play that role more often than not around a callous jester like him. “That wasn’t funny!”

Now didn’t seem like the time to be joking anymore, though. Not unlike the way Masaomi had brought up Anri, Mikado might’ve managed to touch on a subject that wasn’t particularly bright - he was oblivious to that fact, but nonetheless.

Any ordinary person would’ve asked about what troubled him, but Mikado thought it best to leave it. This wasn’t to say he wasn’t concerned— on the contrary, if it helped Masaomi at all, he’d let him voice his problems and give him a shoulder to lean on. Neither of the two functioned like that; he wouldn’t mind listening for a little bit if it was really necessary, but it wasn’t. They both kept their problems to themselves - and they understood each other like that. It was best not to pry.

A despondent answer like that only seemed to bring silence. Fumbling for words, a hand found refuge at the back of Mikado’s neck - what was he to do now? It was odd for him to try and patch up a conversation— that was a job that he left for Masaomi. Oh, how hopeless he would have been without such a personality by his side.

“Where are we, exactly..? We don’t have to live in boxes, do we?” His voice began to shake with worry. Stupid questions, at best, but they were important all the same.

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Now was the time for superiority, Kida's laugh growing even heartier at that wonderful reaction. Was it sadistic of him to enjoy it? Maybe he just reveled in it because, contrary to those suspicions he held in the past, it meant that perhaps the older of the two hadn't changed that much during his time in Ikebukuro. He was still his best friend; he was the Mikado that he grew up with and caught beetles with in the dead of night. Nothing had changed as much as he thought it did.

When the laughter subsided with a small sigh of relief--although the grin remained, of course--the blonde only gave a shrug with a "suit yourself" muttered under his breath. Maybe when the other looked back on this moment he'd finally be able to laugh, and hopefully by that point he'd have a family, or at least gotten to first base.

"This place?" Hazel eyes traveled skyward as if trying to find their home somewhere in the galaxy; a star twinkling and ready to fade considering the implications of this world. He didn't question why it existed anymore, rather, the only doting he did on the topic of what was once home was if he'd really miss it if it were to be snuffed out once and for all. There were places and things that held sentimental value, like his old house in the country, and the teddie bear his father had gotten him when he was ill in the hospital. They were just memories, though, so even if he could still revisit them it didn't change anything; he couldn't reenact being five and chasing his first dog around the yard or giving his mom the mother's day card he made in school. What was the point, then?

"This is Arcadios." Arms raised in a gesture of welcome, and partially as an attempt to lessen Mikado's unease. "Every world that you never knew existed, including our own, is going to end and you've been deemed one of the beautiful people worthy of saving." Perhaps that wasn't the most accurate explanation near its end, but in a basic sense it was true, and Mikado was surely used to the flowery language enough so to decipher the basic gist of it.

Attention turned to the second question, Kida only offered a stern "huts!" in correction before spinning on his heel and motioning for the other male to do the same until their direction was their aforementioned homes. "We live in these villages, under signs with a bunch of other people from the other worlds. You know yours, right? Sophia usually like, dream-transmits it before you wake up here, unless she's nice enough to let you wake up in your hut. Have you been there yet? I can take you now, considering Polis and the villages are the 'main places' anyway." Places like Gilneas Forest and Hevia were only fit for romantic rendezvouses, anyway--and were a hell of a walk to get through in one afternoon.

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Anri : “You’re…quite friendly with each other.” Kida : “Yes, we are.” Mikado : “We don’t want to be, but we’re inseparable.”

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So, you have two doors - one that leads to millions of boobielicious babes, and one that leads to Takuto. Which do you choose?

"Who says I can't open both?"

"I'll stick with door number two. It was always my lucky number, at any rate."