- - Shoot Him Down.

Reim Lunettes Roleplay Blog. My Portrayal may count on a few headcanons. Beware of that. Multiship. Multiverse. Selective. Multifandom. OC Selective. The Mun has read up to the latest chapter and stays updated.

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[ I just realized how not Reim I am feeling atm ]

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❝—..Ow…❞

Jack had been running around his own body, having lured Oz into a deeper level of unconsciousness as he explored the half-familiar hallways. Matching his own memory fragments to that of Oz’s.

Owlishly he blinked up at them from his position on the floor, his youthful face flushing as he attempted to play his role.

                                 ❝An extremely minor injury, nothing to fret over. I’m sure the bruise will be gone by tomorrow.. or even the day after that.❞

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|| ♙ || - - - Reim realized the change in vocabulary with 'Oz' but he didn't bring anything up, he just stared down and at him for a moment before bringing his hand out to help him up.

Reim smiled at him, bowing once 'Oz' stood up, "I'm very sorry, Oz." He knelled down to pick up the books that dropped.

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That sucks, because Katsumi has poor judgement and is almost always obnoxiously loud and annoying. Sorry not sorry?

     ”Hey, fuckface, wake up. What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

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|| ♙ || - - - That was the 3rd time Reim has been yelled at in the past few days, he can never get a break, can he? "A-ah!? Oh god, I didn't mean to doze off..Hahh.."

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Elliot watched to all of that books strewn on the floor, with the pages curled up and the bookmarks disordered. Who could treated those books in that horrible way?!

He raised his head, and he saw he was nothing else but Reim.

"Hey, be careful!" he shouted, snorting "Look at all these books, look at the way in which you made them fall down!"

Elliot didn’t believe that man could be the best friend of a man like Break, so classy although mad.

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|| ♙ || - - - Oh god, oh god! He bumped into a noble. God Reim, watch it.. "A-again, I am very sorry!" He practically yelled, bowing a couple times before getting on his knees to pick up the books as quickly as possible. He almost dropped them again but he steadied his hand before they could scatter again. "I'm very sorry.." He apologized again as he picked the books up, and bowing his head.

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|| ♙ || - - - Oh would you look at that, Reim seems to be dozing off while doing his paperwork, poor thing must've stayed up all night.

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[ that feel when you want to make a rp blog for Zai’ wife. Since I can’t really call her Oz’ mother since?? Not really??? I feel as though someone has already made that rp blog though?? Like, why wouldn’t they? ]

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[ still don't know if I'm going to do it.. Idk, but working on my remake for my Dangan Ronpa blog. ]

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[ that feel when you want to make a rp blog for Zai' wife. Since I can't really call her Oz' mother since?? Not really??? I feel as though someone has already made that rp blog though?? Like, why wouldn't they? ]

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Alice was wondering around, dazing off, running into walls, even so.. “You better be sorry don’t you ever watch where you’re going?” she snapped, although she was at much to blame to stand in front of someone struggling to carry books.

"Watch where ya’ go"

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|| ♙ || - - - Even though he was quite frustrated with the fact that all the books he was carrying had scattered across the ground, around himself and Alice, he bowed in respect and nodded. "Yes, Miss Alice. I'll be careful next time. Even though, I do believe a warning would have been nice..." But what do you expect from the girl? She didn't know much manners to begin with but, he wasn't going to lecture her. He does that enough with his hatter friend.

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|| ♙ || - - - Reim didn't see the person in front of him, while he was walking with the bunch of books in his hands and ... Bam!

"Oh goodness! I'm so sorry!"

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Reim being an ass for bagoon825

(based on this)

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ooc;

[ I'll make a group starter when I get home and after I watch 'deadly women' that I taped but never got to. ]

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In the Victorian era, hand-fans were used not only to cool oneself but also as a secret way to communicate the language of love. For example, by running one’s fingers through the fan’s ribs, one is trying to say, "I want to talk to you." The enigmatic language of the fan was widely used by both men and women. I. A fan placed near the heart. "You have won my love." II. A closed fan touching the right eye. "When may I be allowed to see you?" III. A closed fan moved threateningly. "Do not act so impudently!" IV. A half-opened fan pressed to the lips. "You may kiss me." V. Covering the left ear with an open fan. "Do not betray my secret." VI. Hiding the eyes behind an open fan. "I love you." VII. Shutting a fully open fan slowly. "I promise to marry you." VIII. Fanning oneself slowly. "I am married." IX. Letting one’s fan rest on the right cheek or the left. "Yes" and "No", interchangeably. X. Opening and closing the fan several times. "You are cruel." XI. Fan in front of the face. "Follow me." XII. Twirling the fan in the left hand. "We are being watched." XIII. Fan held over left ear. "I wish to be rid of you." XIV. Carrying an open fan in the left hand. "Come and talk to me." XV. Opening a fan wide. "Wait for me." XVI. Placing the fan behind the head with finger. "Goodbye." [Artwork: Secret, by Lee Yun-hi.]

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Send me "Librarian!" + a number and I'll grab the closest book, flip to that page number, and make us a starter using a random line of text from said page!

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Friendship (n) the state of being a friend : to value a person’s friendship

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