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i want to revive this blog bc i still love kiznaiver. like/reblog if you’re willing to interact w/ an indie katsuhira agata from kiznaiver.

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   “ I lived..... bitch. “

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   ► “OH... I was asleep.”

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   -- ; “SO NOISY...”

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   -- ; “SO MUCH smoke...”

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maki-san:

     ❝WELL… It doesn’t seem like it affected you negatively…❞ Honoka muses softly, trailing off as she preoccupies herself with observing him. Agata’s lack of feeling is very strange to her– as on the opposite end of things (despite how impassive she acts) she always seems to feel too much of everything. ❝So I think it’s fair to say it wasn’t a nightmare.❞

   -- ; “ALL RIGHT...” He remained silent for a few moments longer. Everyone was different from one another--whether the way they approached situations or whether their mannerisms and responses--which only became more apparent the more time Katsuhira would spend with each of the Kiznaivers during their summer together. Out of all of them there were moments that felt so distant from Honoka, but a simple moment like this made the pale youth feel he had grown just a little bit closer to her.

   “Thank you, Maki-san.”

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just a lil drawing of noriko i streamed doing

gosh kiznaiver still gives me the feels

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maki-san:

     ❝YOU CAN’T tell the difference?❞ Honoka can’t help the perplexed expression that crosses her face; doesn’t really want to admit that she has nightmares more often than dreams herself. Agata is… definitely an odd one. ❝You can normally judge that kind of thing based on how you feel when you wake up.❞

   -- ; “HOW I felt...” He parroted her words to himself, his volume lowered as he stopped to think. How did he feel when he woke up? It was difficult to tell anything of the sort. All he could recall was ‘oh, so that was a dream’; nothing more and nothing less. Perhaps if this were any other person they would know immediately, but Katsuhira was simply... himself. “Then... it wasn’t a nightmare...?”

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(( oh yeah.. munday is a thing isn’t it? ))

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nico-san:

     ❝WELL–❞ Nico hums, gives it some thought. She even taps her chin, to show that she’s giving it a lot of thought! She wouldn’t want anyone to feel left out by being the last one to be informed– the invitations might have to be a team effort. On top of that, she feels all tingly and tangled at the idea of texting Tenga. ❝Nico can text Yuta, Honoka and– Hisomu!❞

     ❝Katsuhira! That leaves you with Chidori and Tenga! Got it!?❞

   -- ; A NOD of his head was given as Katsuhira listened to what Nico said. It definitely seemed like a good idea to split up the task of inviting everyone so not to force the whole task on one or the other. So with this list Nico would message those three and Katsuhira would message the other two... wait.

   “What about Nori-chan?”

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   -- ; “OH... I guess it is pretty hot.”

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yuta-san:

           “Even if it’s normal for you, it’s weird for the rest of us.” But there’s no reason to be mean to Katsuhira. Tenga? Absolutely. But not Katsuhira. “You could probably make a lot of money from that.”

   -- ; “MONEY...?” A brow raised at Yuta’s comment. How would one make money from feeling no pain? If anything he’d lost more money from this than he’d ever gained. Was there some sort of trick Katsuhira was missing? Though... maybe not. Bullies would still be bullies no matter what you did. But perhaps Yuta would have some form of insight that the white-haired youth has completely ignored. It wouldn’t hurt to ask at the very least. “How would someone make money from this? I’m confused.”

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nico-san:

     COULD HER smile get any bigger? Her cheeks are starting to hurt! She gives a little gasp and nods her head vigorously, wondering if everyone would really show up under the premise of searching for rainbows. It couldn’t hurt to try, right? 

     ❝Oh yeah– that’s what friends are for, right!? Let’s invite everyone!❞

   -- ; NICO’S BEAMING smile was enough to blind someone if they weren’t careful. Just the sheer energy that could come out of such a small individual was almost surreal to watch. Maybe if Katsuhira watched long enough Nico’s energy would cause her to duplicate into two Nicos, or... at least that’s what it felt like.

   “Who should we try to invite first?”

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maki-san:

     ❝YOU DREAMED about those things, too?❞ Honoka sighs heavily, as if the thought of dancing Gomorins exhausts her. It’s difficult not to associate them with being chased and attacked. ❝That sounds more like a nightmare to me.❞

   -- ; “HM...” HIS voice slowly faded out as he pondered over Honoka’s words. A nightmare...? Did that mean his dream might have been a nightmare? Who knew really. Maybe that’s why he woke up. “I guess it could have been a nightmare... maybe.”

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   -- ; “WHEN DID my phone get so hot...?”

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maki-san:

     ❝OH?❞ A brow lifts, her interest is at least slightly piqued. She decides to probe a little further. ❝Did we act like ourselves? Or maybe one of us did something out of character and that’s what snapped you out of it. Is that it?❞

   -- ; “EVERYTHING SEEMED real.” A pause before he made note of something. “No... I think the dancing Gomorin around all of us were a little different.” Another pause. “I don’t know why I didn’t notice them until now.”