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identity crisis i was a fox babe earlier now i'm a goddess babe whatchu gon do

「‘ ♘;;— I'm just waiting for the next transition, honestly. You've gone from little miss Megane to Fox Lady to Tree Sap Chamber Princess what's its gonna be next what's it gonna be.

#[ Out of Wounds; ]#{ worries about u a lil }#ersette

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The Literary club president was used to the boy’s glasses fetish— genuinely, the fact that he stayed up all night just to put some thought into variations of glasses didn’t surprise her. "Important as glasses may be, we have a meeting at the moment," Pointing towards the pile of books surrounding the table. "We still have not decided on what to do on the latest issue."

"And please get some sleep— you can’t go around drifting off to sleep at times."

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— ▌ ‘××; ❝Ah... Right.❞ His excitement dies down to a simmer, enthusiasm gone rather rapidly; such a quick transition suggests that perhaps his earlier statements contained far less honesty than one might have originally believed.

❝Did we wind up deciding on any last meeting? We were still debating one or two of them, if I remember.❞ He ignores the notion of rest entirely--a request does nothing if the mind and body refuse to adhere to it.

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... はい

#[ Blood; Megane ]#[ Blood; Fumetsu ]#[ World; Omoide ]#{ wow i fucking hope that's my memories tag i can't remember shit jklasdf }#[ Frameless Queue; ]

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“Akihito, nice seeing you again” She sipped her drink and gently putting the cup down “It’s been a nice day so far, have you seen Kuriyama-san today yet? I haven’t seen her, i’m getting kinda worried..” Red optics moved over on the half youmu, she sat up, very ladylike with her freshly pressed school uniform on, smelling a lot like jasmine.

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— ▌ ‘××; ❝You make it sound like we haven't seen each other in weeks.❞

❝Kuriyama-san...? No, I haven't.❞ The corners of pale tiers tug downward into the faint etchings of a frown, the change of face spurred by the inklings of worry. ❝But, I guess that's not unusual. We aren't attached at the hip, you know.❞ A sigh follows immediately after, ❝Do you need her for something?❞

#ibishojo #{ ah this was fine thank you so much! ;v; }

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"That if you can’t manage to stay awake, you might as well not even be in this meeting." The girl hissed, obviously displeased at his lack of alertness. She shook her head at the half youmu’s current absent minded state.

Drawing her attention towards the other, curiosity getting the best of her, "You’ve been drained of your energy lately, are you not getting enough sleep?”

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— ▌ ‘××; ❝I've been putting sleep second, to a very important task!❞ He states with an air of empowerment, spine snapping straight as his back hits the head of his chair, bare extremities curling into tight fists. ❝I've been considering the appeal of frameless glasses over colored rims!❞ His excitement, it seems, has woken him right up, the meganist within his natural habitat and thus very much alert.

❝I haven't yet made a final conclusion--sleep isn't nearly as important!❞

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"Akihito!" The raven haired girl snapped. "You know if you can’t even stay awake during a meeting, you might as well just leave." Although she indicated a meeting at the moment, the club room was uninhabited, excluding the two members. She huffed as the blonde began to doze off, "AK-I- HI-TO!"

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— ▌ ‘××; His nose scrunches up, a physical reaction of distaste for her volume though he cannot find a reason to blame her for it. His fault, after all, neglecting to give any form of attention to that which does not include an abundance of rest. A smile, weary and hinting at apologetic forms on his features as his body slouches forward and his chin comes to rest in the palm of his hand.

❝Ah, sorry, sorry. What were you saying?❞

#{ helllooooo and thank you omg ;v; yours is nice too okay //pets it }#literaryclubpresident

-- ▌ ‘××; A struggle exists in the form of maintaining open optics, a continuous cycle of pale lids falling mid-ways over amber irises only to snap back into the inner crease of his brow in startled alertness. Fatigue, it would seem, has become the norm as of late, and to himself, inwardly, he admits his displeasure for such a thing.

#[ .open; ]#{ sudden urge to change my entire tagging system someone please god stop me }#{ but ye feel free to jump on this }#{ try and keep him awake }#[ v. pre; ]

[☁] —; Gomens for not being here lately. My mental health was in a weird place for roughly a week and then after that life kind of caught up to me. But I should be here more now, and I have just spent my time catching up on the last three episodes! So with that said:

*--At the moment Akihito is pre-calm on this blog. I'm willing to do stuff during the calm if you ask me about it and we come up with something, and post-calm is a bit of an issue but if we AU it I'm willing to work that out with someone.

#[ Out of Wounds; ]#{ wheezes the last episodes fucked me up }#{ anyway im gonna make some new icons and maybe ( maybe. ) change my theme }#{ if any of you wanna do something feel free to poke me I might make an open post shortly }#{ gomens again jkalsdf }