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Munday Accent Challenge on a blog that isn't even active? Why not. Why. Not. Your name and username What is the story behind your URL? How old are you?  Where are you from?  Is it cold where you are?

Pronounce the following words: Aunt, Roof, Route, Theatre, Iron, Salmon, Caramel, Fire, Water, New Orleans, Pecan, Both, Again, Probably, Alabama, Lawyer, Coupon, Mayonnaise, Pajamas, Caught, Naturally, Aluminium, GIF, Tumblr, Crackerjack, Doorknob, Envelope, Polka dots, LOL, Papaya, Penthouse, Beastly, Subtext, Smile.

What is it called when you throw toilet paper on a house?  What is a bubbly carbonated drink called?  What do you call the kind of spider that has an oval-shaped body and extremely long legs?  What’s the bug, that when you touch it, it curls into a ball?  What do you call gym shoes?  What do you call your grandparents? 

What do you call the wheeled contraption in which you carry groceries at the supermarket?  What is the thing you change the TV channel with?  What do you say to address a group of people?  What is your favourite colour?  What colour are your eyes? Do you have freckles?  When is your birthday?  What was the last thing you drank?

Choose a book and read a passage from it.  Do you think you have an accent? Do you speak a second language? Say something in it

End audio post by saying any THREE words

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[queenspirited]

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[ooc; I just love you, you are one of the sweetest people here on tumblr omglob sjdkasjkd<3 *finds a dumptruck to move LOVE THE SIZE OF GREENLAND TO YOU*]

[queenspirited]

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[ooc; 6! ^_^ It's the day I was born on and it's the perfect number for a libra because it represents balance~]

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“Until next time… Lext.” He put a hand on her head, letting it glide over her soft hair and down one of her braids before pulling back.

[queenspirited]

Until next time... He hadn't even questioned whether there would be a next time. Though, to be honest, she didn't mind. She shivered as he ran his touch along her hair. Eventually she mustered a brief nod. 

"Bye." ...Bye? Seriously? Before she had a chance to catch his reaction she threw on her messenger bag and practically jogged to the exit.

[refreshingtakashi-archive-blog]

[queenspirited]

[pull-my-throttle]

"Never liked this apple much, anyway."

[pull-my-throttle]

“…eh?”

Lee couldn’t believe her ears. Perhaps it was some trick of the wind, or her empty belly giving her silly delusions. Whatever it was, it sounded too good to be true.

“Let me get this straight… You’re…”

She pointed her finger at Lext, making sure that they understood each other through the use of exaggerated arm gestures.

“…treating me?”

After letting the words sink in, the demon pumped her fist in the air and yelped in excitement. She quickly forgot how furious the woman was moments ago, even going so far as to give her a massive, bone-crushing bear hug.

In one deft movement, Lee grabbed her new friend’s arm and yanked her towards the motorcycle. It was a few meters away from where they stood at the moment, but in the split second that it took Lext to blink, Lee stepped into a small shadow by the asphalt and merged with it, transporting the both of them right beside the vehicle, standing right on top of the shadow it cast on the concrete.

At the very least, she could provide her host some mode of speedy transport. Not exactly safe, but at least it was fast and it saved time. If there was anything that humans were always short of, it was that. Always rushing, these mortals.

“They always seem to have a destination though.” Her eyes lost focus for a moment and there was an uncharacteristically serious frown on her face.

It disappeared in a second though. With a proud grin, she rubbed the chrome handlebars of her motorrad and winked at Lext.

“I can get you anywhere in half the time you think it takes to get there. Even faster, if you hold on tight.”

[queenspirited]

“Isn’t that what I just said-ID!” Lext remarked, turning to stare incredulously at her acquaintance when a blur wrapped around her small form. Gripped in the female’s arms, Lext didn’t even have time to lean away as her organs squished together. The smokey draft of motor-oil wafted around her brain. Her glasses were pushed into her temple though she didn’t really notice that until she was released.

Blood thudded in an overture to wash the feeling back in her nerves. Lext moved blankly to straighten her frame when she was yanked forward. A bizarre, winded feeling overtook her as she stumbled. The world seemed to spin topside in her skull as her eyes landed on the sidewalk.

“Please don’t hug me like that again.” She asked rather exhausted. Her stomach was debating whether to dissolve her kidneys or her liver as food, her head was now in pain for no reason, and she was pretty sure that hug cracked a bone that wasn’t supposed to crack.

Dazed she watched the girl hop onto her motorcycle and obliged, if only to take a seat. Sitting was good. She straddled the leather and hesitantly moved her feet to the bike to find a good hold. 

“Er,” She struggled to figure out a restaurant for them to go. Suddenly the image of a spicy tuna roll coated her tongue in hunger. “If you keep going south west, we’ll reach the edge of New York where they have this park. South Cove Park. There’s a sushi place over there we could go to.” Cautiously scooted up a bit as she wrapped her arms around the cyclist. 

[angelspearofbenevolence]

alias-lext started following you

[angelspearofbenevolence]

Why would she think to consider him to being bored of her? On the contrary, she was very much a joy to be around and he was very much alone and out of place in this area.

Lext has done so much for him… It would be rude of him to leave a friend.

“However, I am not at all bored with being around you Miss Lext…” he replied matter-of-factly as he also followed suit and stepped down onto the ground floor, “I would rather be with someone that would understand better than random fans that would rather just have me play and not at all converse with me.”

[queenspirited]

"Th-thanks, that's really, uh,-"

"HEY EMIKO!" A screeching blare went off in Lext's mind as her body whirled to the intruder. She wasn't entirely sure if she was saved or ready to murder the bystander.

"What!" She demanded as soon as she laid eyes on a fellow club member of the newspaper. This wouldn't be good. 

"Boss needs you to get quotes for the concert article." 

"Of course he does," She groaned as she waved the student off. He quickly took that as a sign to retreat before she changed her mind. So, after glancing between the two curiously, he exited the concert hall. Lext only managed to relax when she had the door clink shut. Regret tumbled in her belly as she turned back to Jiang Wei. Hesitant she bit her lip before forcing herself into a deep bow, "I'm really, really sorry but I have to go!"

When she bobbed straight up again she rummaged through her messenger bag and brought out her notebook. Rapidly she scribbled down her email with her name underneath. ..Then she added "/Lext" after that. With a shy flicker to his eyes, she placed the paper in his hand before offering one tiny smile.

"See you, Mr. Pianist."

[seki-shin-blog]

Overstuffed pin-cushion. Overstuffed. Pin. Cushion. She already said it. Not him. Guards down.

Shin almost choked on the outburst of laugher that wanted to be coughed out immediately – he just had to let it out. How nice it was to be able to breathe with the sheer, habitual air again. He brightened up in an instant. The allied troops arrived with the succour. Was it just fog of war before? Or the antagonistic army lost the battle and decided to collaborate finally? This or that, for a moment Shin was the gladdest discoverer and prisoner of war under this roof.

Although even if what the girl said next was promising, even daring, it sounded highly suspicious. ‘Doesn’t have any appointments with anything but a wine bottle’? And that significant disdain she didn’t even bother herself to hide along with the words… while the following didn’t sound any better. ‘He didn’t leave very far, you know. He never does.’ So where the hell was that wretched corrupted pawn of a man, while he was ought to be far enough on the urgent duty that prolong him from his office for so long and so unpredictably? Did it mean he didn’t even leave the school buildings to begin with? ‘I could take you to him; I know the school better than most of the janitors do.’ So he didn’t. So the girl already knew something. A true stalker with respectably mastered stalking skills and useful knowledge for the disgraceful job. Of course she will be well-informed on every something going on, under this frosting-glaced roof. How disturbing, malingly incorrect, praiseworthy and estimably impressive of her. Shin himself wondered what kind of expression was to arise as the outward result of that mixture of inward opinions. However what that girl just said was the matter of higher importance.

The issue smells like a conspiracy, if not like a big artificial lying scheme.

And when someone tells you a lie, they expect you to believe it. Moreover, they would be truly disappointed and frustrated to find out you actually didn’t. Moreover, things would get even worse if you managed to uncover the deed undercover, whatever the deed was ought to be. Simply, nobody likes being caught on plaiting deceitful threads. The perfect example for that rule was standing right in front of him. This sounded like a possibly incoming doom, hold to account the rank of the personage involved. This sounded promising, like a good way of entertaining yourself while boiling slowly in the pits of hell. But sadly, not for now. Shin didn’t want even more trouble to occur and was no longer in the mood for acting stupidly ridiculous or hasty. Or rather no longer in the mood for acting the way which would cause even more high-advanced trouble. All that, all there, was none of his business. He was told to do something and surprisingly had no interest how would it go, as long as he was not the one at fault. He won’t take any additional responsibility for anything going on under the roof of this godforsaken, sugar-coated complex. That was simply not in his interest, as the end-point benefit was sub-zero. So as much as Shin didn’t want to decline the marvellously troublesome offer itself, he just had to. For now. For… higher goods.

“Wait.” he started like she was to run off without waiting for any answer – of course dragging him with herself. It was sufficiently likely. “No matter how worthy and succulent the idea, the truth is: if someone tells you to wait for them at their office, they want you to be there, not elsewhere” actually Shin really didn’t want to say it, it was a sour, fun-ruining duty only. But duty is duty and it should stay like that. “I guess he won’t greet the intruder cordially, as wherever he may be, doing who knows what, the overstuffed pin-cushion simply wants others to believe that he is already far away off on the world saving mission, high and mighty.” he looked at the girl attentively, eyes and vigilance focused, with ‘now you get the point’ expression. The transfer of the important unofficial information was made here. So she should, she really should…

“And as we already know, people tend to vent their personal resentments on the first person coming across…” and in a second he said it, he cringed inside. In no way he wanted to make the allusion he just had done. So it even didn’t sound like any kind of allusion, but still. “I just don’t want my wretched fate to be repeated in even more dooming way” he smiled evasively in self-explanatory with quick cover-up. “I’m not in the mood for piling up the nuisances anymore either.” Or rather any longer for that unitary day. However that way the commando stalker won’t cause any additional trouble for herself also, so the final deal should not turn out to be that bad.

[queenspirited]

At the blonde's outburst, Lext's sneer quickly morphed into a perturbed gawk. What the hell-? What had she possibly done now that was remotely worth being laughed at! The circus act display of floor crawling was bad enough but now it seemed he just found her entire existence to be a jester's finest work. She was not some meek tigress posing tricks!

For a crucial moment she flustered until her audience of one seemed satisfied to move on with the conversation. She dug her teeth into the inside of her lip to keep from mouthing off. An admirable feat for the brunette, if she wasn't still so unstable.

Listening to him, it was rather disappointing to see that he did have a legitimate point (Score 1 to the creeper). Lext would have twirled in her pastry tent and giggled at the sight of her school's wine glazed, adulterous director unraveling. Then she would have snapped a photo, leaking it to the newspaper that would give her the best price for the front page. For the size of the gluttonous ham, the price should weigh similarly. She scowled realizing her opportune moment hadn't shown up, again.

"Stupid-stupid..." She muttered into silence.  Pig? Whale? All consuming vacuum? Finally she spat out, "Stupid all-engorged meat leech!" Quietly her anger deflated, rather pleased at her new nickname for the headmaster. Once she became aware of the blonde in front of her she rolled her head in agreement, "Fine, the leech can wait. I guess we'll have to plan on getting you fired a different way..."

She could let him figure out if she was serious or not. That reminded her...

"By the way, what the hell was so funny anyway?" She demanded. Simultaneously she dropped the male's wrist, plunging her fists tightly next to her ribs. Behind the blood lacquered glasses two brown eyes glinted fiercely, daring him to answer. 

Her marshmallow sleeves didn't help as her braid pushed right into one when her shoulders bunched up. She was like a seething kid holding in all their hot air. 

[queenspirited]

shin-of-the-heart-route started following you

[shin-of-the-heart-route-deactiv]

Once he saw the girls angered face he couldn’t help but chuckle at it “—All I’ve taken off is my jacket and gloves…” He muttered, with a sigh he continued to speak “—Besides, You said it yourself, people would be leaving their classrooms soon, you wouldn’t want them to see you come out of a janitors closet with me…” He paused “—So calm down and wait…!” He harshly whispered, gently grabbing the girl by her waist and practically making her sit in his lap. “—And I’m not trying to put on a show, by the way…” He felt the need to add.

[queenspirited]

For a moment Lext's brain went on the fritz; disconnected indefinitely. The situation was completely unwarranted but... she wasn't disgusted. She wasn't even upset. Maybe it was shock? Yes, yes I'm just... surprised! She told herself.

Along her back an unfamiliar heat encased her, followed by the stream of air from Shin's lips as he commented. What was he saying? Something about showing her-Nope. He wasn't going to show her anything else.

A shiver caused her to roll her back away from him, nudging her shoulders to face him. At least then he wouldn't be breathing on her neck. The low spark in his eyes, even in the dim closet, made her gulp. 

"A-And what exactly are we waiting for?" The tone was softer, too fragile to be taken as a warning. She wasn't even entirely sure what she sounded like but it wasn't impatient for answers. 

[queenspirited]

"Breaking News"

5. How your muse won the lottery and what they did with the money.

“Good evening,” Lext nodded slightly as she greeted the camera. Behind the polite stare she focused on the audio feed streaming into her ear via tiny ear plug speaker. Her boss, nicknamed Mun [akekeke~], was already rushing her to skip the story planned before and to report a new one. “This just in, a young eighteen year-old had won the 300 million yen lottery. Reports say that Shin-” What? 

Mun repeated the name, “His name is just Shin. Just keep talking! He-“

“-has recently decided to spend his purchase on a small island in the Pacific-ARE YOU SH!TTING ME?” The second his picture appeared in the preview screen, Lext lost it. The lanky, red-headed, deadpanned, not attractive guy she hung out with in a closet had just become filthy rich? And he was wasting it on an island? “NO. How could he-? Ugh!! That moron-!” 

The room was brought to a rather awkward standstill as Lext whipped out her phone and dialed a number. It didn’t take long to figure out whose when…

“You! Did you go out and buy an island?” Pause. “You idiot!! Why would you even go and do that when I could take you to one! … What do you mean you’re busy! What could you be possibly doing alone on an island?! … Sending me a what?” Lext had looked up just in time to see a standard butler making his way through the set to bow before her. 

“Mr. Shin has sent the car for you Miss Lext.” 

“… When I get there you are so dead.” She slapped the phone shut.

[ooc; ALL THE CRACK. ALL OF IT. WHO CARES. DO YOU? I DON’T. *throws on shades*]

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alias-lext replied to your post: 46 

[ooc; Not that this is my question but YOU INCLUDED THE FIVE LANGUAGES OF LOVE JSDHF<3]

I originally was just going to leave it alone after the first sentence, but as much as I am compelled to do that, Kyoya tends to be more verbose in writing than in speech, and he always tends to rationalize everything…so I figured it’d work.

Also…that’s something I could TOTALLY see Tamaki doing.  He’d come across it in some bookstore, and then make everyone take the test.  Besides, Kyoya never really says how he feels or how much he cares, but he takes care of everyone (as mother-like people are want to do), so “Acts of Service” really makes sense for him.

I’m glad you liked the addition!!!))

[queenspirited]

[ooc; The similarities between Tamaki and I increase~! Ahahah~ 

*nodnod* Kyoya really is such a dedicated mother hen. Reminds me of my mom. She just does chores like the dishes and immediately I'm like "I would have done them if you asked me to" but she never does.]

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"...On the river bank of everyone's heart, there is a flower they don't want to forgo. That is not a sturdy flower, but rather a lone flower swaying frailly. You can sense its determination to live, as sure as the number of its petals. Even beaten down by the stormy winds, it still believes that no rain will go on forever.

...Let's give a name to this nameless flower, the one-and-only in this world. That way, it will survive under the heavy weight of winter's bitter cold, and then rise up once again as soon as someone calls its name."

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[ooc; Online~ Construction work next door, dubstep, and slowly working on replies. Lesdodis. Oh, and I put a note in my guidelines page that I am not currently accepting multi-para threads. I'm not even really sure if I'm accepting para threads or one-liners but I'll leave that note as is, for now.

Welcome daemon-mancipium! I'm sorry I hadn't thought to put up the note in my about page before, which would have properly given you notice. I do look forward to getting to know you and your muses and hopefully we can RP in the future~! :]

Seeya bumgorfs~]

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