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This love exceeds the lethal dose. It’s an uncontrolled addiction. Chew the scar and s p i t it out. Unpredictable emotions. My heart is filled with tears like the rising tide on sand. You rise up again more. You’re like a cold b r e a t h in the early morning air. You cut through the frigid sky. See how you disappear. It took some effort to turn off the light that is you. I even erase all after images of you. You know why, artificial lover.

[fyhyunah]

[kchihiro-blog]

mvp-reflection:

They cracked a smile, “Did you hear me muttering any… mantras?”

Chihiro nodded. “You were saying something in Mandarin, right? I couldn’t really tell what you were saying, because my Mandarin isn’t very good and you were pretty quiet --- but I’m pretty sure it wasn’t English!”

[kchihiro-blog]

hotheaded-adam:

The look that Adam received was one he’d never gotten from a person. It was fear for sure but not the same that he saw when his anger rose from others. Usually people were trying to push Adam but Chihiro seemed to have a different look and it made him feel confused more then anything else. “Hate you?” Adam repeated once as if he didn’t understand the words. That wasn’t the case though, he was just surprised that out of everything she was worried he would hate her. His hand that gripped her wrist lowered and he turned away from the small girl with swollen watery eyes. He didn’t hate Chichi. No, he was angry with her; fiercely so but he could not hate someone who seemed to at least try and be around him. “I don’t hate you, Chichi.” He said rolling his eyes and slamming the drawer shut after putting the picture away. “I just need you to understand I do not want people to touch my things.” The man had to take a lot of himself to send breath through his lungs and turn back to her. “Stop crying. We are… going to get you something to drink and calm down.” As much as Adam hated the fact that the girl saw his picture of his family he was still too confused on that look of lost feelngs she held. It was so much as if she truly… could he think… care about his anger instead of want to make it worse. “Do you want that?”

Uncertainty sat vile in her thoughts, the girl unsure of what she wanted when asked. Chihiro understood Adam well enough, knew she could believe it when he had shut down her worry of hatred, as he never seemed to be one to lie when it came to how he felt about others --- but still, she was sad. Chihiro was thinking too much and as she lowered her gaze to her feet and balled a weak fist by her side, not a word seemed capable of speech. “I---.” Sorrowful apologies waned slowly out of mind and tears soaked shapeless against scorched cheeks. A stuttered breath drew inwards through cold nose, and uncurled fingertips refused to mirror the scrunched sister hand, reaching out to hold the hem of the mans jacket as if to cling to his company; to savor it, before it too eventually would vanish. “Can we stay here?” She whispered in question, though her wishes mousy and able to bend if denied.

[kchihiro-blog]

distancewent:

«  wouldn’t say it if i didn’t mean it.  »  frankly, hercules was just grateful he had managed to dodge out of the way, fearing what could have happened if the plaque had found itself against his head. a shudder ran cold down his spine but what was the point of overthinking it too much      — —      «  ever thought of doing sports or was that just a one time thing?  »

“Well, I did sprint for a little while, but I didn’t really like having to get up that early every morning for the coach.” She shrugged. “Not that sprinting has anything to do with throwing things --- and I doubt I’d be good enough to actually join a sports team for... almost hitting you.”

[kchihiro-blog]

sunhaul:

«  yeah, girly, it’s called not smoking at all.  »  it wasn’t unlike him to suddenly bestow a piece of wise knowledge on the students but maui couldn’t help but catch the disgust on her face at the heavy puff of white smoke. after all, cigar fumes were always a little heavier compared to your run of the mill cigarettes.  «  messes up your lungs so you can’t do any of the stuff you like. you like to sing? run? do anything? say good bye to all that if you smoke too much.  »

“So the best stuff is... not smoking?” Chihiro was confused to say the very least, and couldn’t understand why the man was smoking when he considered not smoking to be the better option. She thought it was hypocritical and a rather contradictory statement, but who was she to say. “Does that mean you can’t sing or run, or do anything very well, anymore?”

[kchihiro-blog]

hotheaded-adam:

Adam felt a gross fury in him. It wasn’t his usual rage, the one that hungered for pain. This was a hurt anger, one that he never felt. Stealing was one thing but as he looked down at the girl her wrist still clenched in his hand, he could feel hurt. Why steal from him? Her of all people. His only…. companion of sorts. “No?” He asked looking at the open drawer which he’d put the only picture of his family. A mother who past and his ugly father who looked like a stern statue and a boy too young to have anger in him yet.”You do not ever touch my things! Not without asking me! and this….” He looked down. A very young Adam sat closest to the woman and very much father from the man. “You do not ever touch this. What are you doing here?”

Tears swelled in her eyes, as he told her off. Chihiro and Adam had always seemed to get along, and while she’d grabbed the item blindly, out of shock when he’d flung the office door open, nothing but guilt and fear buried in her stomach. With her eyes still looking anywhere but him, her wrist growing uncomfortable in his hold, a choked apology threatened to slip her tongue. It had been so long --- too long. Adam hadn’t stopped by her dorm, and she’d not dropped by early in the morning to greet him, and Chihiro regretted breaking contact with one of the few friends that remained; but after losing both of her former roommates and a neighbor she looked at fondly --- and gaining a dozen flowers and a card with her other name written on it, made having friends was the least desirable thing. “I’m so sorry.” She mumbled through a quivering lip, using what little courage she had left to turn her soft brown eyes to the face of the one person who’d yet to leave her behind --- but she couldn’t just tell him that she was there because she missed him, could she? “Please don’t hate me, please.”

[distancewent-blog]

«  hey… you have a pretty good throw.  »  granted, he almost got smacked in the head with the UFO but still      — —     hercules recognised a good throw when he saw it. 

[kchihiro-blog]

Chihiro wanted to turn a sour face at the compliment that had seemed to come from nowhere after she’d dangerously decided to toss a small wooden plaque from her hands to those of a classmate behind the one speaking, but found instead that pink cheeks darkened in a blush. “I do?”

[sunhaul-blog]

«  kids comin’ up to me asking if i’ve ever smoked. yeah, few times. but if you want an important lesson      — —  »  and he smoke with the way the smoke curled from between his lips, puffs of grey dancing against the light before the cigar in his fingers was tilted for better view.  «  go with the better stuff.  »     //     OPEN.

[kchihiro-blog]

Though fully aware of how rude it looked, Chihiro shifted from holding the end of her nose to covering her mouth with her fist so she could breath through it at ease, without inhaling too much of the subject. Smoke didn’t bother her all that much; nearly everyone smoked back home --- it was just the way the man displayed it that was so off putting. “Is there even such thing as better stuff.”

[kchihiro-blog]

alohaoelilo:

Shocked at how polite the other girl was, Lilo couldn’t help but turn around, the only words slipping out of her mouth, “Wow. Great manners.” Her voice was a bit dry, but genuine nonetheless.

“They’re not that great are they? I mean, I can be rude if that’s better—” Though she was bound to cringe at herself, Chihiro scuffed her shoe against the ground and huffed. “Because I lied anyway.”

[shcvtcs-blog]

“I wasn’t asleep-honest.” Ping rubbed their eyes, “Just…. Meditating.”

[kchihiro-blog]

“I knew that!” She bluffed poorly. “Only a stupid person would think you were sleeping here.”

[hotheaded-adam]

@kchihiro

58. Your muse steals from mine and gets caught.

 Adam didn’t really have much to do and as he found himself throwing his coat on the chair as he walked into his office the man almost hadn’t taken notice to the figure standing behind his desk. He wasn’t expecting anyone to be there and the second he flipped on the light he jumped. “What the hell!” He called out rushng to make sure the person wasn’t going to get away. When he took the wrist of the person he spun them around only to find Chihiro as his thief. “Chi Chi?” He said more shocked that it was a face he hadn’t seen in quite a while. “Are you seriously trying to steal from me?”

[kchihiro-blog]

Oddly enough, Chihiro was desperate. Through separation, she’d locked herself away, deciding it be best to skip a months worth of in-class time, to hide behind her bedroom door. The only time she’d ever left, was nighttime, and while security would be on stricter patrol when the moon was out, she was careful. Perhaps that was why she hadn’t seen the man who now held onto her wrist in such a while--- cause she was trying extra hard to avoid him and the few friends she had remaining at Avenir, and maybe that was why she’d now snuck into his office. “No.” She mumbled a painfully obvious lie through a whine, after a long period of silence, refusing to meet his eye. “I’m sorry! I won’t do it again!”

[alohaoelilo-blog]

“Not to be rude or anything, but whatever you want, can it wait? I’m a little busy here.”

[kchihiro-blog]

Chihiro nodded and stepped back, giving the other girl space, as she waited. “Mhmm! Don’t worry, it’s nothing important or anything.”

[kchihiro-blog]

clinton-hawkeye-barton:

“It basically fixes up holes in walls.”

“So you use Spackle instead of tape? Does it work well?”

[kchihiro-blog]

clinton-hawkeye-barton:

“One crossbow bolt later and I learned that toothpaste makes excellent makeshift wall Spackle.”

“I’m sorry, what’s a wall Spackle?”

[kchihiro-blog]

tadamcho:

Staring at who he assumed was his roommate, Tad threw her a grimace expression and pushed passed her. “Someone said they lived together and then they ran out the door holding hands with some guy named Trevor.” Going over to sprawl his body on the couch, he pointed a finger up in the air and wiggled it around. “So don’t get any ideas lady because I certainly don’t want to catch any cooties rooming with some girl I don’t know.”

Chihiro couldn’t understand the implication behind the example given and how holding hands with somebody was such a bad thing, but she didn’t bother questioning it. Having new roommates was so weird, as she’d gotten comfortable with the old pair, and the fact that these new two were strangers (of which knew each other prior to moving in) didn’t help soften her pouty expression. “I don’t wanna get cooties from you either, so don’t worry.” 

[kchihiro-blog]

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Awkward couldn’t begin to describe just how uncomfortable Chihiro was once she’d opened the door from her dorm to Walt, only to see a handful of people struggling to make their way through the hall on tiptoes while others stood in door frames gossiping. Somebody had clearly been too overzealous with their spending and too passionate about Valentines day to have bought a whole stores worth of flower bouquets. “Hey, what’s all of this?” She asked a neighbor, unaware that the most costly flowers were geared closest to her feet. Stepping carefully, the neighbor stretched an arm across the hall, waving a tiny card between two fingers with a shrug. They’d been discussing it for quite a while and even they had no idea who’d been crazy enough to turn Walt into a noses nightmare. “What’s this?!” She questioned, accepting the small card, with a nervous shake in her fingertips.

“I don’t know who it’s for, but the deliverymen said to give this to somebody in 101.” At first, Chihiro assumed the card was being passed around, from person to person to explain where the gifts had come from and who they belonged to. Part of her thought the bouquets were a gift for each person living in the section, but inspecting the clutter that failed to cover the entire floor, that theory was crossed out. The next, was that they were for a singular person. Chihiro was aware of the big names that attended the school. She knew a few celebrities, varying in fame, were enrolled and many more wealthy students--- so perhaps somebody with a lot of money to throw around was trying to impress a romantic partner with an exuberant gesture. And perhaps they were for one of her new roommates.

Turning the card over with a keen eye looking for one of two names, a strange shiver shot down her spine, her gut hollowing, as horror paled and tinted her face like a sickness. Written on the inside of the cheesy valentines card, a name was found. It wasn’t a roommates, it wasn’t even a neighbors. It was hers... it was Sen.

[kchihiro-blog]

what-isin-my-heart:

“I saw that. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone else. Your secret is safe with me.”

“Really? Because if I hear that you did, you’ll be sorry.”