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@losertsuna-blog
“Boss..”
listen closely, there’s a storm that’s raging underneath his skin. just one touch, and you’ll be the one caught in the blizzard within. ( art cred. )
url song game !! tagged by : @dxnamis rules : spell out your url in song titles, then tag 10 people ! ( jst say i tagged you lol )
L : land of opportunity -- a great big world O : one more crash -- paper faded figures S : soar -- tedy E : everything’s gonna be alright -- mike mains & the branches R : ready or not -- air traffic controller T : through the dark -- the mowgli’s S : spark -- fitz and the tantrums U : up 2 u -- walk the moon N : no more bad days -- this wild life A : absolutely -- ra ra riot
a faint blush stains her cheeks as she pounces on Tsuna, a mixture of proclamations of love (purely platonic of course, because Haru definitely doesn’t see Tsuna-san in that way--n-not that there’s anything wrong with seeing Tsuna-san in that way!! in fact Haru would be honored to see Tsuna-san as a boy friend, but not that kind of boyfriend of course--the male kind of friend who is also a boy kind of boy friend--) and choruses of “Happy Valentines Day!” loud enough to wake the whole neighborhoo
“oh -- Haru, happy Valentine’s day.”
And of course, he couldn’t forget the past years that he had ( gratefully ) received chocolate from her. ( and of course, he couldn’t forget the poison cooking that was associated with it either. ) He couldn’t help but feel blessed that he had friends to give him chocolate on a day when others would receive none. Of course -- there was that ( slight ) expectation for chocolate, after all they had been friends for a number of years, but he hadn’t held his hopes too high. ( he couldn’t forget that he was still ‘ loser tsuna ’ even after these years. )
He stumbled over barely, thanks to the regular intervals such actions had happened before. He hadn’t noticed the flush of her cheeks, and if he did, would have probably attributed it to the running she had done so earlier ( not even taking into consideration that this mild exercise wouldn’t have even fazed her in the first place ). Perhaps this selective carelessness was for the better.
“Are you making anything with Bianchi today --?”
dxnamis.
“ ah — uh — huh ?? of course, boss !! i feel freakin’ great !! tooootally good !! ”
it had looked like water — but, as soon as the harshness of juniper and pine needles had hit his nose, the bomber knew. and that first cold, clear BURN down his throat —— this was quality gin. enough so that his sensibilities — he couldn’t go getting smashed with his boss nearby — were overwritten in the well - worn alcoholic’s mantra of just one more sip.
besides, he wasn’t drunk - drunk. just a little warm, was all.
“ so, uh —— where’d - ya get that from, boss ?? the … uh, water. mr. reborn ? ”
( wouldn’t put it past the guy to pull a stunt like this. )
Dear lord have mercy. He was not. NOT. ( not not not not not not not ) ready for this.
“It -- uh... wasn’t REBORN you see...” Already panicked, he could feel his face flush, already feeling responsible for what was happening. Here, his friend, getting drunk because he didn’t check what was in a damn bottle. ( and here he thought he was great with the whole... ‘ being cautious ’ thing... apparently not. ) Geez, what was he even doing -- first things first, he’s got to get that bottle away from him ( and then figure out what to do from here on out ). Unfortunately for him, there weren’t very many options... 1. call bel 2. call reborn 3. call bianchi 4. don’t call any of them if you’re sane
For now, just get him back home ( and hope he’s a sleeping drunk like dad ).
lol i’m probably changing the status of threads on this blogs to plotted ones only ?? or if not plotted then ones w/ people i’m close w/. like i’ll do occasional one-liners but those will be dropped easily bc tsuna is lowered on my list of priorities
THIS KNIFE IS LIKE AN EXTENSION OF MYSELF.
private belphegor roleplay. written by ada.
@thepockythief
“Hey -- Haru, don’t you think this is... enough by now -- ?”
He pauses for just a moment, taking a brief respite from the arduous weight of her purchases. He could understand a shopping spree as a celebration of sorts -- but to take him along so he could carry her bags was a little too much for his arms ( especially after looking at the stores they had just visited: costume materials, arts and crafts, clothes, and now... ?? ). ( he bet they were going to a cake shop. )
@ousams
“No --- I don’t play volleyball, not anymore -- !! I played in middle school and that was just for one game, I know nothing about it really...” Trauma, just TRAUMA... that’s all that’s left from that terrible sport. Rest in peace, his most sensitive area. All he was good for was a human shield, but at what cost.
@coerulux
“actually -- I’d advise you not to take that route, there’s something strange happening in that alley... some guy ran in an--- w-wait up -- !!”
And perhaps it was because he was never used to the big city, or perhaps this was even supposed to be considered normal. Though he assumed his warning couldn’t hurt, he didn’t expect the other teen to jump straight into the alley.
@dxnamis ;
“uh --- gokudera-kun, are you alright -- ?” ( more like, are you sober. ) He knew, he should have known, that evil glint that emanating from Bel’s hidden eyes held more trickery in them than a carnival of clowns compiled together. The bottled thermos was definitely, DEFINITELY, not just water as he had been told earlier. ‘ give this to him ’ she said, ‘ he’ll be thirsty after working ’ she said, ‘ it’s just water ’ she said.
yeah right.
starter call!!
he who cloaks himself in fire, in flame, forged to become the lionheart. listen to your roar.
Tsuna for ( @tartatail )
Happy Birthday Ellie! ♡