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KENTARO — twentyfive · mercenary · alternateuniverse · para/script · +18

[msmysticundead]

Let's talk about 'take your time'

When I say ‘take your time’, what I mean is:

Take.  Your.  Time.

If you have muse for another thread? You can reply to that.

If you have muse for another character?  Guess what; you can reply to that too.

If you’re getting feels for another ship?  OMFG. YOU H0R.  No, seriously.  You can reply to that, lmfao.

If you’re overwhelmed with other threads?  It’s okay; seriously.  I don’t hate you, I don’t think any less of you.  You get to ours when you can.

If you want to drop a thread because you’ve lost inspiration with it; same as above.  I don’t hate you.  I’d rather you told me than fretted and thought omfg she’s gonna hate me when actually, the opposite is true.

Muses can be fickle, fickle things and I shouldn’t have to say this but when dipshits come out with stuff like ‘take your time doesn’t mean you can reply to something else’ — actually, it does with me.

Anybody who plots with me, RPs with me, even talks to me; I love.  Dearly.  And when they reply I squeal like a mad thing because omg the flawless (seriously).

RPing is meant to be fun, lovelies.  Don’t suck the fun out of it by being passive aggressive and a bit of a twat by saying shit things like that.

Take your time means take your time — it’s YOUR character, your blog.  You reply to who you want when you want or when you’re ready/have the muse, okay?  <3

[incognxtous]

【 C H E C K  L I S T 】 #001 : Jane Rx Bath Cube (Less Stress)  Because you need a breather and was sort of a selfish purchase because I’ll be inviting myself in that bath whenever you do use this.  #002 : Hanging Oval Terrarium  The lack of plants in my apartment is probably suffocating you, so slowly we can let it accumulate until it would seem as though we’re living in a jungle.  #003 : Firefly lip String Lights To hang the polariods to come and those I’ve given you, which I assume you’ve kept, cause we’re that kind of gross couple. And well, because I know you like these gay lights.  #004 : Mini Zen Garden  For those nights you miss JP. Rake those stress and homesickness's away. 

He shakes the cramp on his hand, eyes his hand writing with a squinted eye and balls the paper into his hands. Cursed with horrible hand writing, the bin by the counter at Dusty Records is filled to the brim with crumpled paper, all of which are discarded accordingly. “Happy,” He says as he presses the tip of his pen against the paper, gliding them smoothly to it’s surface. “Birthday.” Two simple words he had written multiple times that it’s spelling to his eyes are gradually looking incorrect. How do you spell ‘Happy Birthday’? No time, he buries the thought and folds the half-assed card that had to suffice, unable to purchase one during his break today.  While this had been an idea lingering for weeks, approximately a week before December, Kentaro hadn’t been given much time to search for gifts. And even if given some time, it had been difficult. It seemed that every store he had browsed at carried similar items and although they appealed to him, he recalls having given his girlfriend a similar gift in the past and does not appease well with the idea of giving items he had given her previously. Yuko wouldn’t like it either.  Closing early, he pulls down at the metallic gates, secures it with a lock and carries a paper bag filled with wrapped presents into his car. Now it wouldn’t be so much of a birthday if he hadn’t brought cake, so he reminds himself dutifully, swinging by a quaint cafe nearby his apartment to purchase a small cake. It wasn’t special, just a classic strawberry shortcake as recommended by the female behind the counter. Set for the surprise, he stops at the door, puts aside the bag of gifts against the door, ties the four helium filled balloons to the bag and quickly prepares the cake after having unlocked the door. With a candle lit cake, the bag hooked to the inside of his elbow, he enters the apartment voicing out a standard tune of ‘Happy Birthday’ in their mother tongue and heads deeper into the apartment.   There was no way he’d forget her birthday and he’d hope even with the simplest of gifts and gesture that she would enjoy the day as he hoped she would. 

@xkryptonight -- Hopefully this makes your day, happy birthday bub. 

[incognxtous]

A Very She & Him Christmas

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She stops in her tracks, jaw hanging slightly open, as if she had been stunned. Yuko had had a glimpse of hope that he had been joking but now it was clearly gone as his posture makes it evident that he was threading carefully, like walking on egg shells. “You mean, the one date I planned?” The confession hadn’t come as a surprise, she could tell at the time that he hadn’t enjoyed himself despite his attempt to mask it. Looking down at the bundle of wire she lets out a quiet chuckle, attempting to unravel it. “Yeah, the lights have to go on first. My fairy lights.” And so she begins, bent over herself, starting at the bottom of the tree, slowly weaving the lights through the branches. 

[incognxtous]

Apologetically, he looks to his girlfriend, fights a smile to force a frown and frees his lips of the cigarette to apologize with a kiss to the corner of her lips. “I like being with you, I just didn’t know what we were doing.” He says admittedly, trying his best to steal the female’s attention away from the tree although, he too becomes slowly drawn to it, wordlessly watching as the lights is wrapped around the tree. He doesn’t look at it with the same annotation as the female though, and he assumes this because unlike the female he only recalls the struggle he had in their very first date; one he had planned. Feeling for an ashtray, he found the manual for the Christmas tree, discards it just as quickly to replace it with the ashtray to rid of his smoke.  

[incognxtous]

A Very She & Him Christmas

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Not settling for the lack of an explanation, Yuko insists, wondering what kind of dates had he been talking about and if they had indeed bored him to death. “Which ones? Do you not like going on dates?” It was probably all sorts of weird to an onlooker that only after almost a year of knowing each other and being together on and off did they begin going on dates. The two of them were both still clearly trying to figure out how that worked as well. “Yeah. So many balls, babe, aren’t you excited.” Laughter bursts helplessly from her as she nudges the box closer to him with a foot. He should have a proper look at the decorations, after all. Before they hang the first one up, though, the sudden realisation that they had to place the lights first hits her, motioning for him to stop whatever he was doing while she digs through a different box to pull out the nest of wire and tiny light bulbs.

[incognxtous]

Kentaro should’ve known better than to step into the mess he had gotten himself into, feeling sweat forming at his forehead as he formulates a response. One that would help him ease himself into safety. Although, knowing of the female’s undeniable stubbornness, he expects this not to be easy. Bringing his gaze up, he chuckles forcefully and holds out his smoke to press a kiss against her cheek. “Genuinely?” He asks. “Well that one time we went to the fall festival.” Then he swallows, eyes making for the ornaments and the cancerous stick finding its way back to his lips. To somehow steer the topic, he laughs, shakes his head and focuses on the decorations. “Aren’t you?” He doesn’t bother looking up, eyes immediately making for the box that she distracts herself with. “Do we put those up first? Your fairy lights?”

[incognxtous]

A Very She & Him Christmas

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His lips remain parted as she steal his cigarette, watching her slip the cylindrical piece between her lips and blow out smoke with mild amusement. It had been a while since he’s last seen her smoke, the last time was after an argument that escalated wildly on it’s own. Kentaro finds the memory unpleasant but it served as a reminder to aid him correct his wrongs. While he itched for more, he allows the female to take whatever he’d yet to use up, arms propping him up as he leans back as soon as she settles to his lap. “Oh, not one of those dates again.” He says jokingly, leaning his head to the side as he wallows in his girlfriend’s presence, then at a random, he cranes his neck and lines kisses along her jaw. “I’m kidding, what is it though?”

[xkryptonight-deactivated2016020]

She slips her arms loosely around his neck, making herself comfortable after claiming her throne. “What do you mean by those dates, you ass.” She tuts, playfully tugging on his hair but otherwise not getting in the way of the kisses he peppers on her skin. “Hm… I’ll tell you later. We should get back to the tree.” Pulling back just enough, Yuko captures his lips with hers before offering him back the cigarette, placing it right where it had been. “Come on, up up. You can’t just watch.” The girl springs back up to her feet, holding out her hands for him to take and help him up. 

[incognxtous]

"Those dates…" He attempts at an explanation but gives up before he even finishes, a sheepish laugh making past his lips and muffled slightly by her skin. The very same smile grows as soon as she presses a kiss to his lips and however disappointed he is to watch her distance herself, the dimpled smile is unwavered. With a playful groan, he exhales smoke to her face as he scrambles up to his feet. "Okay where do we start? Those jingle jangle balls?" He points to a box full of ornaments he knows not of the use other than to appear shinny and bulbous.

[incognxtous]

A Very She & Him Christmas

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She ignores the question, knowing his confusion would soon lift when she was done shaping the tree. Stretching her arms up towards the ceiling, Yuko admires their work so far, a bright smile stretching across her face for she couldn’t hide how happy she was to see a tree planted in the middle of their living room – even if it was fake. She turns her attention back to him, approaching his spot on the floor. “I can easily answer that question, babe.” Bending down to steal what was left of his cigarette, she takes a long drag, keeping her eyes on his. She exhales slowly, away from him. “I mean, in regards of what you’ll do tomorrow… which can count as an early birthday present, if you want.” The female nudges a foot between his leg and arm, smoothly moving his knee out of the way so she could lower herself down to his lap. 

[incognxtous]

His lips remain parted as she steal his cigarette, watching her slip the cylindrical piece between her lips and blow out smoke with mild amusement. It had been a while since he’s last seen her smoke, the last time was after an argument that escalated wildly on it’s own. Kentaro finds the memory unpleasant but it served as a reminder to aid him correct his wrongs. While he itched for more, he allows the female to take whatever he’d yet to use up, arms propping him up as he leans back as soon as she settles to his lap. “Oh, not one of those dates again.” He says jokingly, leaning his head to the side as he wallows in his girlfriend’s presence, then at a random, he cranes his neck and lines kisses along her jaw. “I’m kidding, what is it though?”

[incognxtous]

A Very She & Him Christmas

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It didn’t surprise her as much as it probably should that he was facing the situation for the first time, so instead of showing it, she just offered the reassurance he probably needed. “Yes, that’s–” Yuko hands him the smaller pieces and lets him fit them together, frowning while keeping her eyes on his cigarette. Somehow she expected it to touch the artificial pine needles and burn them, leave an unpleasant smell all over the apartment. Something that thankfully didn’t happen. “yeah. See, it wasn’t hard.” Patting his butt for an added incentive, she busies herself shaping the branches and twigs until it turned into a fluffier, fuller looking Christmas tree, waiting for the decorations. “Have you thought about what you’re getting me this year?” Yuko asks nonchalantly to keep the conversation going.

[incognxtous]

Despite her constant reassurance, including the handful slap she inflicts to his rear, his confusion towards the oddly shape tree remains potent; brows furrowed and full of question. Holding his cigarette between two fingers to speak, he taps the excess onto the ashtray, settles back to the floor with one leg folded up wherein he rests an arm. “Why does ours look weird?” He should’ve held off the question though, eyeing the tree slowly form its shape as she fiddles with the fake branches, pulling them apart until it becomes less dense. Eventually, the seemingly permanent confusion on his face falters, contentment and faint amusement making itself known as he allows a dimpled smile to ease into his features. “Babe, I haven’t even thought about what to do tomorrow.” Jokingly, he replies. Although truthfully, he still hasn’t got the vaguest of clues on what to get his girlfriend. 

[incognxtous]

A Very She & Him Christmas

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“Are you seriously reading the instructions?” She asks, clipping the hair away from her face so it wouldn’t get in the way of the task ahead. Yuko had just finished clearing up the area for them to build the tree comfortably – and by clearing up she meant nudging the boxes aside with a socked foot, butting the armchairs out of the way. Kentaro didn’t seem to be even half as excited as she was, but she could tell he was trying. Christmas was not a religious or consumerist holiday to her – just a time of celebration, of gathering with your own and pampering them with love and good food and basking in the festive carols and lights. Naturally, she’d demanded they had their own tree, insisting that the place would feel naked otherwise. “You just… put up the stand, and start mounting the pieces, from the widest to the narrowest.” The female explains as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Until, you know, it resembles a pine tree.”

[incognxtous]

He looks up, laughs softly and reaches for the cigarette he’s set aside on a ash tray to bring him to an ease. “Well, this is my first, how was I supposed to know.” And while uncaring for what he had and hadn’t, somehow it had taken more effort than expected to admit to that. Exhaling through his nose, he leaves the cancerous stick glued languidly to his lower lip, reaches for the base to screw in place and erect the piece with the greatest width up securely; eyes scrunched to compare a second piece with one he’d already put with uncertainty. “Does that look right?” Without having waited for a response, he adds the two remaining pieces to complete the assembly and for a moment he wonders why he had spent too much time with the manual when alone, it had been a breeze. 

[incognxtous]

[!] — Changes with theme will still be made (Eventually). As for interactions, I will be dropping all owed starters and existing threads. However, I will approach your inbox to once again ask to plot, likewise, feel free to ignore it if you find yourself swamped or simply would not want to. 

[incognxtous]

A Very She & Him Christmas

( xkryptonight ) — Kentaro at a default has never been too fond of the holidays and at most, he only participates through gift giving. Having only been exposed to the winter holiday at the age of ten, he finds the concept trivial. If the day holds a religious annotation in which participants are to celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ, then why was everyone committing a sin. Gluttonous is everyone during this time of the month, indulging in Black Fridays, Cyber Mondays, and Boxing Day simply to fulfill their materialistic cravings. No matter, he focuses on his task, drowning in the rustic tune of a Christmas mix he’d found at Dusty Records as he reads over a manual with instructions written in several other languages. “Babe?” He calls out, smoothing the paper on his thigh before he looks to the provided pieces of the Christmas tree they had purchased along with other decorative items she’d chosen. 

[nonnocollective-blog]

Weekly 写真館 - .st｜ドットエスティ × 新木優子 ― cr: [.st]

[incognxtous]

I love you.

I love you more. 

[loropechika]

“you can’t save your ass. you already reached the level of conceited tarotaro. and don’t worry. everyone knows i’m short. but hey, there are shorter women in japan. i’m not the shortest. you’re just too tall!” she whined. 

[incognxtous]

He opens his mouth to speak, closes them when he doesn’t formulate speech. For a moment, he just stares at her in disbelief at first, then amusement as she begins to whine. “I’m only conceited when I’m around you, it’s some kind of instinctive reaction.” He says jokingly. “Being short isn’t necessarily bad, you can crawl in a hole with ease and you won’t get hit by random objects that are inconveniently placed too low; like a branch.” 

[incognxtous]

@scarletxaya (+)

you’re using the expression wrongly ne?

He falls silent and puts thought into her question. "Yes and No, I'm saving my ass by eating my words and twisting it around to avoid being seen conceited." He says with a curt nod. "That and I just want to make it known how short you are."

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Visit Original Link

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Haeun scrunches her nose before taking the mayonnaise and putting it back where it belongs. Her eyes are now back on the male’s visage as she closes the fridge, walking towards him before taking a bite of his sandwich. A finger reaches to wipe the mayo that was smeared on her lips. “A little heavy on the mayo, bud. But it’s good, you should make me one.” She smiled, soon sitting on the counter.

[incognxtous]

It’s as though he takes offense to the comment, eyeing his sandwich with furrowed brows before he takes another bite. He had always thought that if sandwich making were an art, his would be in exhibits for it’s self-proclaimed perfection. Once again, with a mouthful, he replies. “I’ll probably put too much mayonnaise on yours and you’ll end up just complaining.” Although the retort had been playful an obvious tinge of defensiveness laces through his words. “Make one for yourself, dweeb.” 

[incognxtous]

The Girl

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Tomorrow’s roast will be…English Toffie? French vanilla? Stephanie listed several flavors on a worn out notebook, her loopy writing filling the page with unique flavors that even she had yet to try. Equal Ground wasn’t crowded, a few seats filled with a gossiping teenagers who lazily sipped lattes from the brightly colored straws. Things were going well, even in her icy hands.

What was so different about the toffee that came from England? What did the French do with the vanilla that made it so special? Probably nothing. She heard the door open and close, but her eyes stayed focused on the notebook, slowly narrowing down the options in her head.

“Someone will be with you in a minute.” Wait, no, they wouldn’t be. She was the only one left that worked here now. Peeling her blue eyes from the page, she set her pen down and looked up. Oh. The guy that her coworker was always talking about. The strange one. “What can I make you?”

[incognxtous]

Strange, the look the barista had given him catches him off guard and leaves him slightly opened mouthed. The eeriness passes and he shakes his head but says something otherwise. “Black coffee,” like the usual, then he brings up a finger as though to stop the female from proceeding. “I haven’t seen you around, but I’m assuming you’d know someone by the name of ‘Hyo’?” As he speaks, he drops his arms to the counter, fist closed and tapping gently against the surface as a way to calm his nerves. 

Both the loss of friend and new encounter had brought him enough discomfort and for his ears to turn in the slightest shade of red. Kentaro had never been the type to inquire about friends, it was an understanding that he’d rather not pester them and relies on the rare cases that they ask for him. Which had never really been usual to the male, the only ones that ever asked for him were co-workers, or people who required him for business related matters. Though, it was one thing to ask for someone and another for when someone asks for you.