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[kazzoen]

                        i’m a friend as well!

[kazzoen]

evcdia:

@kazzoen

Her shoes pounded heavily across the ground making small splashes of water along the way before she was able to catch up to the other, quickly shielding him from the downpour with her umbrella. “Someone’s eager to catch a cold~”

                        he doesn’t really hear the nearing footsteps in the same way he doesn’t really feel the rain hitting his skin until it’s suddenly not there anymore. he doesn’t quite catch her words beyond a muffled murmur behind his earplugs and his confusion of the sudden change of situation, eyes drifting up first and then to the side. a blink or two before he lifts a hand to remove the plug from his ear and his expressions softens (if only a little).

                         ‘i was enjoying that.’ the only hint of a tease is in the quirk of the corner of his mouth. he fishes a case from his pocket, slipping the removed ear plug away to keep it safe and clean (leaving the other where it is). ‘what are you doing out here, apart from escorting me through the rain?’

[kazzoen]

obliqueophidian:

            As he’s adjusted to be facing the ace now, he can’t help getting slightly redder, the flush spreading to the tips of his ears and dusting his shoulders. Not receiving any sort of teasing for how red he was, it allowed him to relax a bit, but he still felt as though he was on fire. “…” His mouth opened for a second as Numai continued, but he shut it, remembering the earplugs. Reaching the hand that was still free up just enough, he taps gently on the ace’s shoulder to get his attention and hopefully ask him a question.

                        he spots the movement of sakijima’s hand. it’s just out of the corner of his eye, and he doesn’t give any reaction to it, either, but he still notices it. even when there’s a tap to his shoulder, he does react immediately and instead focuses on finishing the pattern he’s working on. only once he’s pleased with it (a good minute or two later) does he lift the marker away and lift his head. an eyebrow lifts, as well, and it takes a few counts before it occurs to him that words may be required and he lifts a hand to remove one of his earplugs (even if he still remains silent himself).

[kazzoen]

snakebxte:

║║ Continued  ║║  @kazzoen  ║║

Already, Suguru can feel his knuckles shift into tender soreness. Slowly, he relaxes his hand before drawing it into a fist and again, loosening. It gives him something to focus on as he watches his best friend react and at the same time, allows him to quietly test out the damage he may have done to himself (the downside of his views means he doesn’t know how to throw a proper punch, not with familiarity.)

Even when Kazuma signs, Suguru doesn’t say anything in response. He doesn’t regret the shift in his knuckles, or the blood he can see seeping from his friend’s nose; however, it’s only after a moment does he move, first to pull out a packet of tissues, and then to offer it towards the other. There’s nothing apologetic about the gesture (how is one apologetic when they don’t feel guilt), but that doesn’t mean he can’t help his best friend stop the bleeding.

Besides, there’s no need to hold onto a grudge now that he’s given Kazuma his wake up call.

                        there’s no need for explanations or apologies, or words at all. he doesn’t even make a further attempt to sign when he gets no answer. he simply accepts the tissues that are offered to him in the silence and sets to cleaning up at least most of the blood cascading from his definitely-broken nose (he can worry about that later). it’s enough to pass the time for a minute or two at the very least, and even when he’s done, he doesn’t search for answers (he already knows all the answers in the first place, even if he hadn’t quite expected to be punched).

                         instead, the ace reaches a hand out, still slightly stained with blood, and he takes his friend’s hand into his own. he knows that physical violence isn’t suguru’s forte and even if the punch had been good, there’s a concern for the state of his hand. so he pulls the offending hand closer and sets to running his fingers and massaging over every part, looking for breaks and swelling.

[0smarzinho]

[kazzoen]

Physical violence isn't something that Suguru resorts to often but, he thinks, that's part of the shock. He steps quietly even if he knows for a fact Kazuma won't hear him coming and it's only when he's close enough does Suguru wind a fist back and aim it at Kazuma's face. (He doesn't need to say any words, sign or otherwise.)

                       suguru doesn’t punch people. that’s just how things have always been. suguru’s the taunting, venomous words and it’s kazuma’s fist that leaves bruises and fracture bones. so when a fist connects with his face, blindsided and deaf, the last person he expects it to be is his best friend. he has enough control, though, to double-check, and then suguru becomes the only person who could punch him.

                        it hurts. of course it does. it’s the cracking and flattening of cartilage and the hot copper stench of blood cascading from his nose and a ringing in his ears only magnified by his earplugs. it’s dark eyes finding his friend’s face and not needing more than a second or two to fully comprehend the situation.

                        a hand lifts, the other holding his nose, fingers forming well practiced signs.

                       ‘that bad, huh?’

[smollmikey]

Fluffy/Blushy Sentence Starters

“I like the way your hand fits in mine.”

“You have something in your hair, umm… Do you want me to get it out?”

“It’s nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today.”

“You can call me whenever you want… Even if you don’t have a reason to.”

“I’m bad at texting first, so I always end up hoping you will.”

“This movie is really scary, but you’re into it so I’m trying not to cover my face the whole time, but- WHAT IS THAT?”

“Wait, don’t pull away… Not yet.”

“You look really cute in that sweater.”

“Half the time I get too embarrassed to say anything.”

“No, it’s fine.  I can wait until you’re done talking to them.”

“No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.”

“You’re a big piece of inspiration for this, honestly.”

“God, you always make me blush so damn much.”

“I’ve been trying to get ready for like an hour and a half, because I know you’re going to look so good and I need to try and match up.”

“Would it be too cliche if we matched clothes a little?”

“First second I saw you and I couldn’t get over how beautiful you were.”

“I wanted to say “I love you” for the first time without stuttering, but that failed.”

“Could you hold my hand?”

“You can’t leave without letting me hug you first.”

“I really love holding you, darling.”

“That pet name was so gushy, but it was also so cute.”

“Aw, you’re blushing like a rose.”

“Your lips are really warm.”

“I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater.”

“No, mom, don’t tell him/her I said that about him/her!”

“My friends get so annoyed by how much I talk about how sometimes.”

“Wanna, like– I mean, if you’re not busy… We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?”

“Wow, I didn’t think you could make me smile this big.”

“You don’t need to leave so soon.”

“You look so comfy, and cuddle-able.”

“Quit smiling at me, I can’t stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that.”

“You’re hiding under the blanket because you’re blushing?”

“You make me so happy.”

“Don’t give me that puppy dog face.  How am I supposed to say no to that?”

“You made these cupcakes for me?”

“I look forward to holding you close in bed soon.”

“Let’s share my coat, since you’re so cold.”

“I can’t believe I got the first date, let alone a year.”

“You make me feel so damn gushy.”

“How do you always manage to look so captivating?”

“Would you mind if I kissed you?”

“Are you sugar personified or something?”

“I know I’ve kissed you like, ten times, but just like another ten, please.”

“You’re the perfect height for me to rest my chin on your head.”

“I would’ve had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm, and I didn’t want to wake you.”

“Is it cold outside or are you just blushing?”

“Yeah… Huh? Oh, sorry I was just thinking about my girl/boyfriend.”

“I’m so in love with her/him, I don’t know what do do.”

“I remember practicing how to ask you out to the mirror.”

Writer’s choice

[roleplaymmemes]

Anonymously send me '+' and a question and my muse has to answer honestly no matter how uncomfortable it makes them

[cfmusings-blog]

                  we carry these things inside of us                          that no one else can see                      they hold us down like anchors                           they drown us out at sea

[sandcvstles]

hurt meme.

“ i got you. it’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay.”

“i feel like everyone’s miles away from me.”

“my mind is a dark place. you don’t want to be there.”

“i know this hurts, but you have to stay awake.”

“don’t close your eyes, please don’t close your eyes!”

“i just want to be numb, i don’t want to feel anything.”

“please don’t do this, don’t act like you care.”

“you don’t care, nobody cares, just leave.”

“you’re my friend, of course i fucking care.”

“i can’t give up on you, so please don’t give up on yourself.”

“i love you so much, i forgot what hating myself felt like.”

“i fucked up, why do you not care?”

“i can’t walk, just go on without me.”

“you have broken ribs, take it easy.”

“i have no idea how to do cpr.”

“whose blood is that?”

“apply pressure to the wound, don’t let go.”

“don’t you dare fucking let go!” 

“what the hell happened to you?” 

“are they dead? did you kill them?” 

“do you know what you’ve done?” 

“you’re either with me or against me.” 

“who the hell did this to you?” 

“are you alright? you hit your head pretty hard…” 

“i can’t see!! what’s happening to me?” 

“when was the last time you ate?” 

“what do you mean you’re fine? you are not fine!” 

 “i’m fine, it’s just a flesh wound, i’ll be okay.” 

“for how long? how long were you bottling this up?“ 

“there’s so much blood, you won’t last.” 

“are you… throwing up in there?” 

“why aren’t you eating?” 

“just breathe… you’re okay, i promise, just breathe.” 

“i can’t breathe, i can’t –” 

“i woke up, & you were gone.” 

“just tell me something, was it really worth it?” 

“it’s okay to hurt & breakdown. you don’t have to be strong all the time.”

[teddyridgeley]

ALL IN THE NAME OF CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT...

Send my muse prying asks about anything and everything… please?

[kazzoen]

obliqueophidian:

           Adjusting with the shift, his cheeks were still red, but he was definitely glad when he could settle his hand down to quit its twitching. Holding on with the hand, his other continues to fidget with his shirt, anything to make some sort of noise and fill the silence that was making him beyond hyper aware of how red his cheeks were, the sound of his own oddly calm heartbeat, and how the pen tickled over his skin. For all that he was enjoying the attention, he was feeling incredibly flustered.

                       the fact that he’s drawing on a person seems lost on kazuma, even as the marker travels further down sakijima’s arm and he finds himself having to readjust the setter yet again so he can properly pass the marker over the others forearm and hand, the tip difficult to manipulate around fingers (but he’s nothing if not persevering and he pushes through). the fact only really seems to sink in properly when he moves to turn the setter once more and his gaze lifts and he finds himself face-to-face with his canvas. he doesn’t say anything, though, and the hesitation barely lasts a moment before he continues to draw, continuing patterns from his arm and shoulder over sakijima’s chest.

[kazzoen]

obliqueophidian:

           There was some curiosity filling him to the brim as Numai drew, fidgeting with his shirt in his lap the slightest bit. Upon feeling the marker reaching his arm and shoulder, he can’t help the instinctual lifting of his arm to accommodate for the ace. However, his fingers were twitching the slightest without anything to latch onto or fidget with while sitting in silence. Hopefully Numai didn’t mind it, as it seemed he was fairly absorbed in his drawing.

                       it’s awkward to try and draw, following patterns along sakijima’s arms, and it takes another shift. kazuma lowers the pen, careful not to let the tip touch skin so he doesn’t ruin his patterning, and forcibly shifts the smaller body on his lap enough to turn him slightly. his free hand not holding the pen lifts sakijima’s before he returns to his drawing, continue his abstract patterns down the setter’s arm.

[kazzoen]

                      suguru’s gonna kill him. oh well. it’s been fun.

[kazzoen]

how many dicks would you dick if you dicked

                     ‘none, because i always top.’                      

[kazzoen]

Youre very funny when you want to be. But there is nothing funny about peeing on people. <-- thamnophiis

                      ‘what are you talking about, it’s fucking hilarious.’

[kazzoen]

obliqueophidian:

           “…!” Letting out a slight squeak as he was pulled back by his hips, cheeks tinting red over the grip before the flush settled there with the close proximity. Doing his best to not breathe too deeply in case he ruined any of the ace’s strokes, he was at least still breathing, given the situation.

                       he barely reacts, barely notices, the strife the movement causes the setter, too intent on what he’s doing. on the dark lines left behind by the marker as he collects larger spots to smaller ones, and fills in gaps here and there to add to the pattern. he finds himself wishing he had different colours other than the black in his hand, if only because his artistic talents don’t really extend to getting much variety out of a single colour (he’s an athlete, not an artist). he makes do, though, even as his patterns pull him away from sakijima’s back and instead over his shoulder and arm.