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          i’ve seen that these seem to get around much faster than fancy banners  &  such, so i’ll give it a try. i’m  DOLL  &  if you would  LIKE / REBLOG  ( preferably the latter to spread this around, but you do you )  if you’d be interested in interacting with an exhausted college student majoring in forensic anthropology that’d be super duper awesome. dimitri is awkward  &  full of essentially useless information, 10/10 will talk your ear off about degenerative bone diseases. there’s nothing particularly special about him aside from his pretty face  &  genius brain, but pls love him anyway.

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          revamping this blog because i hate happiness

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❛ every heartbreak makes it hard to keep the faith ❜

     ⌞keiji …⌝   that’s  N O  way to be thinking, but kenma understands – reaches for keiji’s hand  &  intertwines fingers.  ⌞it’ll be okay .. someday – someday you’ll be happy,  &  all the heartbreak will have been  W O R T H  it.⌝

kcseii. /╳

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kvniira:

smiles down at him & presses a soft peck against his lips.

warmth rushes to cheeks, dusts them with  P R E T T Y  rose paint, a pleased hum not unlike a cat’s purr vibrating in his chest.

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kvniira:

presses a gentle kiss against his cheek.

squishes his cheeks  &  stands on his toes to kiss his nose.

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     ⌞... i don’t  W A N T  to go ..⌝   breathed on an exhale, honey eyes averted. fingers curl tighter around the console in hand, wisp of anxiety slipping into the subtle tremble of petite shoulders.

pctukh. / ╳

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like  for a starter or sth

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hello, it’s me .. anyway yea this is a  

KOZUME KENMA  blog nd i’m your host, milli. i’ve had him as a muse for almost 6 months-ish but i remade his blog awhile back and my dash has been dead af ever since. so if you wanna talk to this tiny awkward kitten do me a solid and   LIKE / REBLOG  this post and we’ll check you out !!  also send us asks pls we’re lonely

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kvniira:

brown eyes widened in the slightest. did he make kenma think that he didn’t want him?.. that.. wasn’t true. he liked kenma a lot, he just wasn’t sure that this was what kenma really wanted..

                                           “i–”

he gently rubbed his wrist as he thought about his next words. he had only felt this feeling– the feeling when kenma gives one of those reserved smiles or when he saw the look in kenma’s eyes when he was excited about a new game – once before and that didn’t go that well.

          “i wouldn’t be against giving it a try..”                                          i just don’t know if i’m really the right one for you.

wary gaze flicks upward, watches with sharp, calculating eyes. one likely wouldn’t know it if they’d only just met him, but kenma was smart ; he had to be. observation was one of his talents ; a blessing and a curse in situations like this one.

he doesn’t want pity ; he definitely doesn’t want akira to submit himself to some fate decided relationship simply because he feels bad for kenma -- but it’s hard for him to tell. is this something akira wants ? is he simply nervous, as kenma is ? it’s so hard to tell.

     ⌞... you want this ? i’m ... i’m not good at ... talking .. but i’ll do my best ..⌝

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❛❛ I’m not very good with commitment, or soulmates, or love. ❜❜

🐾 / kvniira / accepting.

     ⌞akira … i – i wasn’t really expecting anything to change, anyway .. i just thought you should know … we can pretend it’s not there, if you want. i don’t mind.⌝

soft voice fails to waver despite painfully aching chest, feline eyes averted to nervously twisting fingers. the thought that akira might not want him – it had crossed his mind multiple times, so kenma is alright with this outcome. it only hurts a little bit.

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kcroo ⋮⋮  ◣ KUROO ◥

he had a feeling kenma had slept as much as he did - which was barely a few minutes - so he let out an almost obnoxious yawn to announce his exhaustion.

                  “hmh, i might take a nap. care to join me?”

     ⌞... fine..⌝   unspoken words weight the air, a silently implored  ‘ please take better care of yourself ‘  though he’s quite possibly the last person alive fit to ask that of another human.

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👶 Do they want children?

🐾 / anon / accepting.

though not entirely opposed, kenma is an anxious person by nature. he’d have a lot of fears about raising a child and he’d feel inadequate often. being a parent is a lot of responsibility and he knows that ; he’d want, more than anything to always be there for his kid, and he wouldn’t know for sure if he could be ; that would make him nervous. so want children ? probably not. but if he ended up with a child, i don’t think he’d complain ; he’d just do his best. it’s all he can do.

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kvniira ⋮⋮  ◣ AKIRA◥

as he stood next to their new vice-captain and ace, he took his time to take everything in. he hadn’t exactly want to participate but a strong look from yahaba had silenced him quickly. ofcourse, if he had been really against it yahaba probably wouldn’t force him into it.

at the gentle tug of his sleeve, brown eyes slid to the person next to him - happy to note that it was someone he knew.

                      “kenma” he greeted, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

fingers release tentative grip on teal jersey, return to rest upon the console in hand ; game remains paused, however, steady gaze fixed on companion. he looks alright, kenma thinks idly, perhaps a bit thin.

facial features remain stoic as ever, only visible sign of worry being the lower lip caught between sharp teeth. fingers tighten ever so slightly around the device in hand, subtle stress relief.

     ⌞er.. how are you.. ?⌝   small talk is  N O T  one of his strong suits, that is readily apparent. he shifts awkwardly, nervous despite familiarity with the other.

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with feeling.   ⌞yikes.⌝

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aphroxbiteme:

                  ‘ So, are you good with all cats or just this one ?’

          He chooses to ignore the rather vague reply from the other. Most would probably have taken           that as a sign that they probably didn’t want to talk; Levi was not most people. Nothing and no one could stop him from socializing. And so the demigod crouched down and extends a hand to the feline, hoping not to get a scratch. 

hands withdraw from feline, delicate fingers twisting the hem of cotton shirt anxiously. nervous breath shudders past chapped, pale lips, tongue poking out to trail nervously over the seam of them. sweat beads at his hairline, a testament to readily apparent nerves.

     ⌞um.. most cats..⌝