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im picky and i picked you.
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*slamming fists on table* I WANT MY BOYFRIEND
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⅋ c. — @vibraea
❝As if I’d need your help.❞ Rude ! Giving a harsh eyeroll following a small delay from her words to his, Yasumi resumes nasty, narrow-eyed glaring; she, who is practically a stranger, does not deserve this, and he knows it ( truly ! He does. ), but he does not care. ❝You’re useless t’me.❞
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dealing with him was kind of hard, sometimes. she’s not putting that much effort into actually trying to know him better ( when one was like this, was there any other way? ) but hopefully things would change in a near future. but as now. it was clear that he hadn’t been listening to her or maybe anyone else, really. she sighs, though she’s not exactly irritated at his insults ——- sometimes it was better off pretending you didn’t hear it.
“ … yasu, there is nothing here now. calm down. ” she shakes her head then, eyes quickly scanning the place as the fog had somehow vanished for a moment. an odd situation but as long as they don’t run into anything dangerous, it was okay. “ all we need to do is check the house that’s not that far away and we’ll go back. so really, just. calm down. ”
❝I don’t think you’re takin’ me seriously.❞ He spits back, with words sharp but somehow casual from his quick tongue— quick, though not thoughtless. The crunch of leaves beneath boots meets his ears and his vigilance is obvious, matching her astute scan of the fog-less area. Someone had mentioned something about the fog to him. Maybe it was Lina. He could only bare to listen to so much of her, and of most people, for that matter.
Yasumi is fast to draw and spin two needle-point blades from his belt; one movement alone marks him as skilled with them. He detects no threat around them, however, opting to keep his hands busy with absent twirls of each knife while they press onward. He looks at her from the corners of his eyes, barely stifling genuine curiosity in his glance. ❝I’m calm, fuck you. What the fuck’re we lookin’ for anyway? The Bogeyman? I didn’t know he lived around here. Great, can’t wait for y’t’introduce me.❞
one ( 1 ) archie shelby just here to hold hands.
❝—Nnh—?❞ STUNNED, but his fingers lace naturally with Archie’s, pleasantly filling gaps and easily tucking his thumb beneath his boyfriend’s. His noise is hardly verbiage, more a breath than a true utterance— soft!— As always, at least so with Archie. Quietly, Yasumi clears his throat while inwardly damning the heat he feels below the surface of his cheeks. He’s hardly embarrassed by the public display— this is nothing noteworthy to the Lindblum public, and even were it to be something of the sort, it should be known that not a single percent of Yasumi Nagano would care about it. No, his bashful rosiness comes not from societal fear of judgment, but purely adolescent shyness, unaccustomed, despite the time and intensity spent between the two. Still, they stand street-side, hand-in-hand, and light blush dusts over his cheeks while he casts his gaze to Archie beside him.
❝—Uh— where to next?❞ / @resonner
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pretty nice night to fuck off and die
emotionally cold character: i don't do relationships
pure cinnamon roll character: *exists*
emotionally cold character: shit
*removes one earbud* fuck you want