{ russian roulette

When the sky is a bright canary yellow, I forget every cloud I've ever seen. So they call me a cock-eyed optimist, Immature and incurably green. I could say life is just a bowl of jell-o, And appear more intelligent and smart. But I'm stuck like a dope, With a thing called hope, And I can't get it out of my heart.

[hobochefaragaki-blog]

Shinji was quiet for a moment before he let out yet another heavy sigh. “Fine.” Was all he said as he unbuttoned his jack it and hung it off the back of one of the dining room chairs. After pushing up his sleeves he went about gathering more of the things that Minako had already been cutting up. If they were cooking for three more then they were obviously going to need more to cook with. “Here, keep cutting these up like you did the others.” With a small nod to her he grabbed another cutting board and a knife from the block. Despite his attitude there seemed to be another small smile on his face. 

[fooletta]

"They'll really appreciate it, I'm sure! I don't think anyone really wanted to have ramen again but it's just about all we had. We did have milk the other day, but I guess we ran out?" Odd, that, though nothing out of the ordinary. Dare she chanced a guess on its whereabouts, she imagined Akihiko had something to do with it. Several times prior had she walked right on in on him downing an entire gallon. "Alright! What else do you need done? I mean, this was my idea, I don't want you to have to do everything, yeah?"

[fooletta]

[fooletta]

❧

{ Pudding? No, ice cream. No. Cake? ...Anything sweet, really, she isn't picky, nor is she lacking in a sweet tooth by any means. 

[fooletta]

♥

{ Chocolate! Anything and everything chocolate though chocolate with peanut butter ranks above all else. 

[feymarches]

FEYRIES VALENTINES DAY MEME!

Send some of these symbols to get to know your fellow muses better!

[feymarches]

♥ — Your muse’s favorite kind of candy

❤ — How your muse feels about love

❥ — Is your muse any good at poetry?

❦ — What is their favorite type of flower?

❧ — What is their favorite dessert?

✿ — How would their perfect valentines day (or date) go?

ஐ — What song fits the relationship with the person they care most about?

✤ — For a poem written by my muse specifically for your muse

❉ — For what kind of flowers your muse reminds my muse of

[queen-moi]

/just staring at, and judging all the buttcheeks tbh.

[fooletta]

look away senpai

[hobochefaragaki-blog]

He knew she’d caught a glimpse of the smile on his face and just like that it was gone. “Tch.” Was all that escaped him as he glanced off to the side. Arms uncrossed themselves when she spoke again and he looked down at her work. It was sloppy, there was no doubt about that, but she at least showed potential. Reaching into a lower cupboard he pulled out a pan and set it on the stove since they’d need it in a bit. After a long pause Shinji let out a long sigh as his eyes closed softly. “…Who all is here?”

[fooletta]

"Akihiko-senpai, Mitsuru-senpai and Yukari, I think. I... believe Junpei left earlier? And Ken-kun turned in early. Fuuka isn't around either. It's not a lot." A distraction is necessary lest she outright giggles at his frustration and the sudden disappearance of joviality from his features -- mentioning it was all too tempting though swallowing back the words on her lips was easy enough. 

[queen-moi]

  { ❅ }   — The heels of boots click against the dorms wooden floors, as she descends from the staircase. Crimson eyes are quick to glance about the seemingly empty living room. It was strange seeing it empty, but it was a Sunday, after all. “Takeba and Iori must be out,” speaks a chilly tone, from the Empress’s lips. The younger S.E.E.S. members seemed to enjoy going out on their Sundays, with the exception of Yamagishi, who Mitsuru anticipated, was still in her bedroom.

Arms fold across her pleated, black jacket, as off-white, clad legs stroll casually into the living room. A strange sound ensues, which, at first, startles her, before she realizes its the sound of snoring. Immediately, Mitsuru has a keen idea as to whom fell asleep in the social area.

Standing betwixt the couch, and the armchair, is where Mitsuru finds a sleeping fool. With a quirking eyebrow, elegant fingers reach to lift the blanket that had fallen onto the floor, and gently place it across the sleeping girl.

She must have wore herself out last night.

With that thought, comes a small inkling of guilt; Tartarus took quite the toll on all of them.

Honestly, Mitsuru was quite impressed with how well they were able to fight, and keep up with their schooling. Between the exploration of the tower, studying, and student counsel, the empress rarely had time to sleep, herself.

[fooletta]

Stirring was inevitable --

a light sleeper she was not, though friction caused by the presence lingering parallel roused the fool from her slumber, butterfly flickers of her eyelashes against the cream of her skin as her gaze fluttered here and there before finally settling upwards. Mitsuru was a haze of red, a blur of white and ice, the fire of passion and the cold of frozen compassion. It takes two, three, maybe five bats of groggy lids before her form fully comes into focus and even longer before the situation itself registers.

"Ah, Mitsuru-senpai! Heh, guess I overworked myself, huh?" Upwards lift her arms into an all-encompassing stretch, carefree and easy despite previous worries. "You aren't busy today?"

Sitting upright, the younger makes room for her superior, edging sideways to free up the spot adjacent should she choose, smile ever present as an unspoken invitation; always did she have time for socializing with the empress, an enjoyable feat rarely acquired given the other's busy schedule.

And recently it seemed even busier, though the same could be said for her own. Between extracurriculars and Tartarus exploration, the whole of S.E.E.S. were more booked on time than they actually had, it seemed, and it was obvious with one fell swoop of any given member of their team. Junpei seemed a little quieter and beneath Yukari's eyes were bruises of exhaustion, dark circles worn as a badge for their cause.

"Ah, do we have anything to do today?"

[ambitiouschariot-deactivated201]

{ ⊗ } — Rio narrowed her eyes as she winced from the impact before looking up. Softening only slightly, she took her friend’s hand and let herself be pulled up. Brushing herself off after a few grunts of displeasure, she sighed. “Yeah, I’m fine,” she assured, a hint of agitation still present in her voice. “If you know of a way to get them apart, let’s do it. Maybe we should tell someone on Student Council about this later, or a teacher.”

[fooletta]

"Maybe... Hm... Let's tell a teacher, and let's do that first. That way we'll have proof, you know? Something they can see so they won't just brush us off." Idle pricks of her fingers against the racket in question makes a filler for her silence, provoked by thought and contagious frustration, infectious and vivid between the two athletes. "They could help us figure out how to get them apart, too. And hopefully figure out who thought this would be funny."

[hobochefaragaki-blog]

"It ain’t as simple as that." Nothing was ever easy, especially given certain individuals that currently called the dorm their home. Steel eyes carefully watched as she chopped away at the vegetables. With a small sigh he motioned for her to stop before taking the knife from her. "Hold it like this." He said as he carefully took her hand and re-positioned it around the handle of the knife. "You’ll have more control and a more precise cut." Stepping away he once again took the role of the observer. "There. Now you got it." And while she wasn’t looking, the smallest hint of a smile tugged at his lips.

[fooletta]

"ωнү  do you think that? -- Huh? Oh, sorry." Paying attention would do her a bit of good, clearly, though correcting herself was a simple task with his assistance. A chanced look backwards proves fruitful in unexpected ways, the tail end of a smile nary a usual occurrence on his lips as the reward and the hum that follows from her own lips is hardly intentional. Opting instead to continue rather than bring light to a treasure easily burdened by the likely denial resting on his lips should she comment on the smile. "яιgнт, what next? We should've cooked for everyone, yeah? I bet they're hungry too. I think I saw Akihiko-senpai sneaking a protein bar to his room."

[hobochefaragaki-blog]

At the mention of him leaving again his hands paused for the slightest of seconds. He didn’t have any intention on leaving but…something else may have prevented him from sticking around. “I don’t know. Maybe.” He said as his hands went about working on things. Eventually he came to a stop and looked over at Minako. With a small sigh he stepped to the side and motioned towards everything. “Here. You finish it. Its an easy enough dish and its good for you. Just…do what I tell you and you’ll be fine.”

[fooletta]

"үσυ don't have to leave, though. We all like having you here! Especially Akihiko-senpai." Regardless of the somber mood enveloping the atmosphere, obedience is given, knife taken into her hands with ease despite the minimal skill found in her genes. Easy enough, he said, though she couldn't necessarily disagree. "ℓιкε this, right? Or should I chop it smaller?" 

[coolletsmeatup-deactivated20140]

"Of course I have. I first used it as an assist to jogging purely using high knees but now it’s becoming extremely difficult to get through it. Hopefully the sidewalks will get cleared soon."

[fooletta]

Should have seen that coming. Did see that coming, actually. Still didn't lessen the brunt of shock, though. "ωε could always find ways to incorperate exercise with the ice. Like... ice skating! That's a pretty good replacement for jogging, don't yout think? A lot less likely to make you fall and break something too."

[ambitiouschariot-deactivated201]

{ ⊗ } — She sighed lightly, an anger coursing through her veins that was previously unseen. Rio narrowed her eyes, speaking softly through her teeth. “I have no idea, but whoever did is going to see hell when I find them.” She picked up a racket, pulling at the ball with a vengeance, eventually losing grip on the tennis ball and falling back on her bottom. “Damn it!”

[fooletta]

Patience was a virtue nigh lost by the fool though even the most tolerant had limits -- behind sealed lips gritted teeth crunched down in vast irritation, hands continuing to prick against the fuzz of the tennis ball before her attention is diverting elsewhere, upward and over to the athlete now on her rear. "αяε  you okay? Here,' a hand accompanies her words, extended toward the other behind a countenance tainted with aggravation and concern. "I think I know a few ways to get glue outta things. We should try that. Like... hot and cold water!"

[fooletta]

hobochefaragaki:

A small sigh left Shinji’s lips as he stepped to the side so she could get a better view. So much for letting him answer her question before she acted on it. “Just pay attention. I’m not always going to be around here to do this for you.” With that he grabbed a knife from the block and got to work at preparing the meal he’d decided on making for her.

"үσυ'яε leaving again?" The question lingers yet her gaze remains transfixed, narrowed eyes intent on following the movement of his hands - it looked so simply. Despite the small amount of talent she had with cooking, he made her look amatuer. Almost Fuuka-levels of innept, honestly.

[fooletta]

Too much studying, not enough sleep -- maybe Mitsuru-senpai won't notice if she just... dozes on the couch for a bit.

[frigidcoffin-deactivated2014033]

“Oh? And what’ve you got there?” 

Don’t even ask how he managed to come up beside you without your knowledge, smiles and all. Just. Don’t ask.

[fooletta]

"мү  headphones... I think they're broken."

Which is highly upsetting though the sudden appearance and proxemity of the man behind her is perhaps just a touch moreso. Where had he even come from? Cue two steps forward, and one to the left in a subtle attempt to regain personal space.

[ambitiouschariot-deactivated201]

{ ⊗ } — “Okay, who the hell decided it would be a good idea to hot glue the tennis balls to the rackets? If this is some kind of joke, it isn’t funny.”

[fooletta]

Oh -- Angry Rio is unnerving Rio."ωнσ do you think did it?" Already she has a racket in hand, attempting -- and failing -- to pry them apart.