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DEATH SHALL NOT DO US PART!

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hinata-chan! ( florablessed )

the breeze of calming relief is quick to wash over her body at just the smile that appears over his face.  every tense muscle she’d been holding through her chest and stomach relaxes with it,  her own smile becoming much cheerier in the matter of a second.  With it,  she slings her little purse over her shoulder and reaches a hand out to grab one of his own.

❝ oh, thank you so much! ❞  she chimes as her warm fingers fold together with his.  such touch is second nature for her,  so much that she doesn’t even think twice about it.  ❝ i’ll be sure to treat you to lunch, of course.  what kind of food is your favorite?  we can eat wherever you want!  oh,  maybe we could buy some matching sweaters,  too… ❞ 

where the boy may appear to be creepy or off-putting to others,  hanako takes no notice.  to her,  his strange smiles and peculiar interests only make him appear cooler and interesting.  he is her friend after all– perhaps even her best.  there is not a cell in her whole body that does not trust him.

the sudden touch of hinata’s hand brings a moment of surprise to the occultist’s face. to think that one day he would be holding hands with someone who was not his own mother, even in a platonic way. it made him feel almost as though he was in a dream. it’s so strange to him, to think that he would be able to call such a kind and accepting person his friend.

‘ it is nothing to thank me for, hinata-chan! i am always willing to spend time with those who i am honored enough to call a friend! ’ immediately does he tighten his grasp on her hand as well, fingers quickly clasping onto her skin, as he almost seems desperate. 

‘ oh... my favorite foods. i am simply such a big fan of udon! anything with noodles in it, truthfully! though i also enjoy chocolates quite a bit.. and matching sweaters, it sounds like the only concept of heaven that i would accept! ’

momentarily does the thought cross his mind, that perhaps those many times hes called upon demons from the ars goetia to assist him in finding friends, have finally payed off, and given him hinata. 

but, surprisingly, does that thought fade, and his brain replaces it, with the thought that there were no supernatural forces at hand here.

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I can’t stop myself now I’m betting on you

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tag drop just so i can have everything in the same place! (1/3?)

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naoya is part of a CULT. the reason i feel need to mention this is because his talent lies in being an OCCULTIST, rather than CULTIST. i know it’s only a few letters off, but the implications for each are quite different. occultists study such things as magic, alchemy, religion, spiritualism, and divination, to name a few, whereas cultists are members of a cult, normally religious. so even though his talent is OCCULTIST, he is still part of a cult. 

his cult is a SATANIC cult, as naoya is a SATANIST. satanism is not very prominent in japan, but there is a satanism church. i have yet to decide if naoya is a member of said church or not, but he is part of a satanic cult who uses SACRIFICES and performs RITUALS. his cult does not commonly go after people who its members are close to, so MOSTLY, anyone naoya is friends with (such as his classmates, except maybe yagami) are safe from being sacrificed. but, naoya MAY attempt to drag others into this cult through making jokes about it.

in the discord, he’s even mentioned making a class cult, or offering marin a place in his cult. 

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HINATA-CHAN! ( florablessed )

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❝  taisho-kun, did you want to come with me on a shopping trip?  i just thought you might wanna join and all,  but it’s totally okay if you’re busy or don’t want to!  i’d understand,  hehe…  ❞

the miko giggles nervously as her hands cling to her pastel hello kitty purse.  it isn’t much like her to be anxious in regards to her friends – or anyone, for that matter – but she’s well aware that her friendship with the other has only just recently been rebuilt.  it’s unlike her,  but now her mind is clouded with the fear that she’ll just chase him away again.

taisho naoya.  her very first friend since arriving to this school.

she missed him terribly.

upon the miko approaching him, naoya could already feel some sense of joy arising in his chest. charcoal eyes sparkling behind rectangular glasses, naoya happily listened to the request of his newly returned friend. 

‘ oh yes, of course, hinata-chan ! ‘ 

without a moment’s hesitation, the occultist happily accepted the proposal, an enthusiastic ( though somewhat creepy ) smile appearing on his face. 

‘ i will always be more than happy to attend any outings with you from now on ! ‘

truthfully, the boy seemed genuine, and he was at this moment, not something you would normally describe him as.

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               I called you ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ                        My mistake       You were never a ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ to me                                                   Just as I was never the ᴄʜɪʟᴅ you wanted me to be.

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ic; dallas n naoya

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Dallas gives him a look when he says what his name is. The look is then followed by him spitting:

“Did I fuckin’ ask, and does it look like I care about, what your name is?” Dallas can practically see the smugness on this kid’s face. At least, he thinks he can.

The blade tucked away in his jacket is making his skin itch.

he feels he should be more surprised by the man’s crude tone, but instead, he has to hold back a small chuckle from leaving his lips and pushes his dark rimmed glasses up onto the bridge of his nose. 

‘ no, no, you did not ask. i simply thought i would say it regardless. ‘

at least he knows what to say when he’s pissed off in english now.

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ic; dallas n naoya

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Dallas huffs, then clicks his tongue with annoyance. Is this kid making faces at him, or something? God. His hands curl into fists at his sides and his cobalt blue eyes narrow further. Anger churns his stomach. It’s a comfortable, familiar feeling.

“You ain’t from around here, are ya’? You gotta be Japanese or somethin’ from that dumbass accent.”

just like naoya was able to tell he was american from the first line spoken to him? truthfully he’s somewhat surprised the man didn’t make a comment about his dumbass accent sooner, considering how blunt the adult appears to be.

but bite back those comments, naoya, you’re not trying to get into a fight.

‘ you are correct. i am japanese. my name is taisho naoya. ‘

though, he has a hunch that his name isn’t the most cared for topic.

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ic; dallas n naoya

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At first, Dallas can’t think of a response that doesn’t sound incredibly stupid (but that’s really not surprising considering who he is). When he finally speaks again, it’s after a few moments of dreaded hesitation, and now he’s angry.

“Well, you’re on Genoard turf now. So I’d watch my fuckin’ step if I were you.”

He’s itching for a fight. That much is obvious.

there’s that word again, turf. naoya had truthfully never heard that word before, as his english knowledge was more limited to polite speech, rather than slang.

though from the man’s tone, he’d assumed he done something wrong.

‘ is... that so? i’m sorry, i did not know that this was an area that was off-limits. ‘

his confused face from trying to form a proper english sentence, could easily be mistaken for a look of annoyance, but naoya was a very poor physical fighter, so he was only hoping to the dark lord himself that he would be able to pull out of this with no injuries.

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ic; dallas n naoya

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Dallas has never been good at keeping his thoughts to himself. This time is no exception.

“Hey, weird-ass kid. What the hell’re you doin’ on my turf?”

he’d pause, hesitantly, after being addressed by the american male. lips quietly search for an english response to the man’s words.

‘ eh... ah... i’m simply... walking. ‘

were he speaking in japanese, this would be a much easier conversation on naoya’s end.

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you?!?!?!?!? like baccano holy fuck

VERY MUCH SO! i’ve watched it about five times through and enjoyed it more and more each time!

dallas is actually one of my favorite characters, so seeing him on your list was a happy surprise for me!

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read your rules!

BY JOVE! it appears i’ve read yours as well! thank you very much!

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I’LL HIDE MYSELF WITH A MASK.                     do you ever wonder what it’s like to be hexed? do you have an interest in the occult? do you wish to give a sacrifice to please the great dark lord himself? well, this boy, NAOYA TAISHO, can certainly help with that. as an oc ( with strong ties to the DANGANRONPA fandom, yet generally multifandom ), he has studied occultism from a young age, to the point he can be considered an ULTIMATE at what he does. 

                    friendship with him doesn’t cost much. simply surrender optimism and allow this little 5′3′’ HYPOCRITE to take care of you. … oh, you don’t like occultism or the people he spends his time with? then you mean less than dirt to him.

                       the only sacrifice he asks of you at the moment, is a simple LIKE or REBLOG. then he will determine if you’re worthy enough to give anything else.

                                             I’LL HIDE MY PASSIONATE HEART WITH THE COLD NIGHT.