WHERE THE HOOD AT?

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"Alika-kun. Can you leave a message for Death? Tell him I said I'd like a kiss from him. I want him to kiss me."

    “ – w-what ? ! no ! i’m not telling death that ! “

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REFERENCE; it’s ya boi.

[seaweedsoul]

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@wcrthlss.

    “ damn ... “

Another one bites the dust; gone before he can feed any actual information from whatever it’d been trying to convey. Maybe he’s reading too much into it, maybe he’s not looking hard enough. All he knows, is he’s annoyed and his frustration curls him in and down, onto his desk with a noise that sounds more like a high pitched whine than anything that should come from someone like him.

A hand touches his shoulder, and he just about screams from the shock.

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☕ (((": pls be safe and well alika - kun

[ YOU KNEW YOU SHOULD HAVE STAYED. ]

    “ hey– ‘m always safe. whatcha talkin’ about ? “

Though he accepts the tea, smile swimming with untold emotions– he is not a book, so open and fragile as the others might glean. Not complex, just srange. Maybe it’s why she seeks him when he ducks away for solice? Or perhaps she wishes to make sure he is HAPPY here, with them in their classroom. He is not, honestly. It’s hard to feel wanted anywhere, but he can fake it if only to make her feel more comfortable.

So he takes careful sips of the fluid, humming happily after a moment of savoring.

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“ Mhm, okay. ” He nods a little, wide eyed as he watches Alika make the markings. Mika had to filter himself from apologizing again, he had a bad habit of it. He was totally engrossed in watching but he’d occasionally look down at the paper he took and the one Alika was currently working on to compare the lines and symbols. Then he questions his choice and he laughs a little, shrugging. “ I like most sea animals but I chose one on my fingers randomly! “ He puts his hands up like he was trying to show he had nothing in his hands but he was just proving his point. “ Penguin was on there though! On this finger! ” He puts up his right pinky and gives him a wide smile.

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    “ oh ! so which ones do you like, huh ? “

Truthfully the two circles look almost similar; only because all circles do, it’s sort of their thing. the symbols all are different and placed in different spots, different lines of text surround it, all done with a very slight florish. After a few more moments of drawing he stops, smiling slightly down at the piece of paper before glancing up at Mika, grinning.

    “ you ready ? “

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    [ WHY’D YOU COME; YOU KNEW YOU SHOULD HAVE STAYED.       I TRIED TO WARN YOU JUST TO  STAY AWAY.       AND NOW THEY’RE OUTSIDE  READY TO BUST       YOU LOOK LIKE YOU MIGHT BE ONE OF  U S  ]

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☂ YOUR MUSE SHIELDING MY MUSE FROM RAIN

[ place your hand on mine. ]

    “ damn … it had to be rain, didn’t it ? “

The boy; who stayed back, because he may or may not have wanted to hide out a bit longer than he needed to, and hadn’t really noticed the rain until it was time for him to actually leave. A frown creases his features, darkness clouding his already coal black eyes, annoyance curling through him like smoke. He hates rain; hates anything to do with miserable, cold weather. He’s a sunny person, and he likes the weather to match his disposition.

And walking through the rain makes him remember, and he hates remembering anything, let alone being cold and sick. 

He’s miserable for a whole of five seconds before the rain comes to a sudden stop– though the occultist isn’t stupid, he can see the raindrops still falling before him. When he glances up, the stargazer stands over him with an umbrella. He’s not making eye contact so he realizes that he should take this moment of kindness and bottle it, be selfish for once and remember it. So he just moves closer, face of fire as he pulls the hood of his cape upwards to hide the growing crimson building across his skin.

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❄

[ place your hand on mine. ]

    “ AAAAH– ARE YOU OKAY ? ! “

He’d been aiming for Kouki, not the bear! He feels so bad, rushing over to Shinakuma with a haste that seems unlike him. Slides to a stop beside the mascot, wincing slightly at the wet patch of fur sitting just above his right eye, now pouting. He feels horrible, and he knows Asuka is gonna kill him for it too! Well, as long as the bear is okay, he doesn’t really care. 

So he smiles, petting the patch of wet fur in a home to ease him slightly.

    “ sorry dude. ‘m not good at aiming, apparently. “

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sexy-sindria-daily:

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[minatsukee]

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minatsukee:

XX

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puellx:

museinspo:

legendarymemes:

WARM AND FUZZY MEME! SEND AN EMOTICON FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION TO: 🍨 YOUR MUSE SHARING A DESSERT WITH MINE 🎂 YOUR MUSE CELEBRATING MINE’S BIRTHDAY WITH MINE ☕ YOUR MUSE BRINGING MINE A WARM DRINK 🍴 YOUR MUSE MAKING DINNER FOR MINE 👻 YOUR MUSE TELLING MINE A SPOOKY STORY BY TORCHLIGHT 💀 YOUR MUSE COMFORTING MY MUSE DURING A SCARY MOVIE 💍 YOUR MUSE PROPOSING TO MINE 👶 YOUR MUSE REVEALING THAT THEY ARE PREGNANT WITH MY MUSE’S BABY 💋 YOUR MUSE GIVING MINE A KISS (SPECIFY WHERE) 👐 YOUR MUSE GIVING MINE A HUG 🐟 YOUR MUSE TAKING MINE TO THE AQUARIUM FOR THE DAY 🐜 YOUR MUSE ‘SAVING’ MY MUSE FROM AN ‘ENORMOUS’ BUG 💐 YOUR MUSE BRINGING MY MUSE FLOWERS 🌱 YOUR MUSE AND MY MUSE PLANTING A GARDEN TOGETHER 🌛 YOUR MUSE CUDDLING MINE AS THEY SETTLE DOWN TO SLEEP 🌟 YOUR MUSE TAKING MINE STARGAZING ⛈ YOUR MUSE COMFORTING MINE DURING A THUNDERSTORM ☀ YOUR MUSE SLATHERING MY MUSE IN SUNBLOCK ☂ YOUR MUSE SHIELDING MY MUSE FROM RAIN ❄ YOUR MUSE THROWING A SNOWBALL AT MY MUSE 💧 YOUR MUSE CLIMBING INTO THE SHOWER WITH MINE 🐁 YOUR MUSE ‘SAVING’ MY MUSE FROM AN ‘ENORMOUS’ MOUSE 🛀 YOUR MUSE RUNNING A BUBBLE BATH FOR MINE 🎨 YOUR MUSE DRAWING/PAINTING A PORTRAIT OF MY MUSE ⚽ YOUR MUSE CHALLENGING MY MUSE TO A GAME 🎸 YOUR MUSE PLAYING MUSIC/SINGING FOR MY MUSE 💌 YOUR MUSE SENDING MINE A LOVE LETTER 🎁 YOUR MUSE GIVING MINE A GIFT 💔 YOUR MUSE COMFORTING MINE AFTER THEIR HEART IS BROKEN ❤ YOUR MUSE DECLARING LOVE FOR MINE 💕 YOUR MUSE TELLING MY MUSE THAT THEY WILL ALWAYS BE FRIENDS

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Emergency, I think I am falling apart. Emergency, I think I am losing the fight.

‘Sarah’, Eskimo Joe. (via seeking-eunoia)

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"Goodbye"

[ IT’S NEVER EASY; TO SAY GOODBYE. ]

[ call from; alika kahue at 11:09 pm. Message left; would you like to play it back?  yes/no ]

It’s a wonder he’s called her, which probablt explains why it’s so quiet. If she listens she can hear what sounds like faint breathing, the sound of cloth rubbing against the microphone. It’s easy to realize he’s running, but why is a mystery. He makes a noise, something weirdly pained and sounds like death itself drudged the noise from the bowls of his throat. The sound of him slamming against something, and then another voice. It’s hard to hear anything, all of it muffled, but words are made out through the breaks he’s not moving in.

    “ you fuckin’– how– i’ll kill–! “

And there’s the sound of the boy she knows, the sound of him pleading. It’s hard not to recognize it; she’s heard it a thousand times before, each time more pathetic than the last. This sounds strange though, and she thinks she can hear the tears in his voice.

There’s a loud noise, too suddenly. It engulfs the message, another thump and footsteps. More rustling, and his shaking laughter breaks through the reciver.

    “ f-fuckin’ … figures … that’d you’d get … the last thing i’d ever say, r-right … ? maybe this’ll make you … tolerate me s’more … i doubt it though, haha … “

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' good bye '

[ IT’S NEVER EASY; TO SAY GOODBYE. ]

[ call from; alika kahue at 11: 32 am. Message left; would you like to play it back?  yes/no ]

    “ hey lazy, i know yer prolly asleep; jus’ wanted to letcha know i’mma be late. i think– oh shit. “

The last words are cut off by screeching, the loudness jarring. The last thing that’s heard is a scream, people suddenly filling all around. The phone is lifted, a new voice on the other end and shaking when they speak; as if scared, but of what it’s not clear.

    “ h-hello ? oh … uhm … i-if this is a message i should … hang up– “

The line cut’s short, the other person hanging up.

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Goodbye

[ IT’S NEVER EASY; TO SAY GOODBYE. ]

[ call from; alika kahue at 1: 07 am. Message left; would you like to play it back?  yes/no ]

The sound of thunder boom’s; it echoes, making the call sound crackling. At first there’s only that– the heavy sound of rain and the thunder, and then gentle laughter, the sound of Alika breathing heavily into the reciever before he coughs, spluttering. Silence follows, and then he speaks, his voice cracked at the seams and tearing itself apart.

    “ h-hey … i know it’s weirdly late– just. i need ya to do me a favor okay ? just tell everyone ‘m sorry. i-i tried … i tried to find ‘em, and i just … something else found me first, and i guess they don’t like bein’ bothered down there, ya know ? “

Wheezes, a wet sound of his body slapping against something, and all the outside noise drains into a faint, dull sound. When he speaks again it’s softer, raspier. 

    “ a-and maybe i’m an idiot … hell, i know i am, but ya gotta believe me– i never … i never would’ve done it if i knew … i’m so sorry … “

A crash– then silence. The call cuts out, nothing left to hear.