Ryuuichirou, don't put that in your mouth.

Shimozuru Arata, former forward of Mikage Sennou and Neo Japan, now a university student. Pleasure to meet you.

[shimozuru-arata]

((This guy is getting dropped, so if you want a headstart on removing him from your pages, he'd advise you to do it with his typical efficiency!))

[shimozuru-arata]

Go outside more, Arata. Go meet more people, Arata. Go take some fresh air and walk around a bit, Arata.

No. Fuck that. Turning around and returning to his room. Video games aren't going to betray him like this.

[shimozuru-arata]

I have a new roommate, huh... [bye, Ushijima, who apparently from all he's hearing recently is actually a dead meme. That's... slightly concerning.]

He burst out of the door yesterday as soon as he arrived and ran next door. I hope everything is alright.....

[aroirambles]

[vigiilantism-deactivated2014120]

A mopey Niall was sitting lazily on the chair, tail swaying hopelessly, staring at the blank wall with an even blanker expression, his face squashed between two palms, his eyes droopy and dumb. Despite it always bringing a guilty tinge to his soft heart, he was unfortunately used to this scenario. It was all the same—you clear a room, you clear a restaurant, you clear out a stadium. What was the difference? They all ran away. Sadly, and without surprise, he hadn’t yet come across a place that could adjust to his flatulent problems. But he hoped. He hoped with all his heart that such a Utopia did exist. Apparently, this prestigious school—even with it’s fancy electronics and mechanical pencils!—was not that place.

Wait—was that someone coming back? This was a surprise. Niall’s fine eyebrow raised and he lifted his head. Yes, they were coming straight at him. Oh, gosh—-please don’t be mad.

What’s that? Not safe? Niall paled. Was there someone bad in here? Was he going to be hurt? This sent a distress signal to his stomach, and quickly, even more potency was added to the already dead atmosphere in the room, along with it was a bassy, trumpeting sound. He blushed, suddenly realising that the bad thing was him, and they were coming to rescue him from…. him.

"—-oh, gwarsh," he fumbled, biting his lip, his brow furrowing. "—-oh, no. It’s safe fur’me—-m’used tu’it, a’dun smell nuthin’a it nu’more—…" his tail flicked. "—-thanks en’way, dood."

[shimozuru-arata]

[well. he's not sure how he missed that huge fluffy tail. later, he'll blame it on his eyes watering, but for now, there's something rather more important at hand.]

[Well, looks like he's found someone else powered. Doesn't look to be having very much fun with it, though.]

[it takes him a minute to parse your accent, but doesn't drop his hand. narrowing his eyes slightly as he speaks again to prevent them watering more.] That's fine if you don't smell anything, but staying in a contained area with chemicals isn't very good for you. [a slight pause.] Even if you've got more immunity to it.

[you also seem to be thinking more about other people than yourself, so elaborating after a pause. he is totally aware he is basically bribing you.] Plus, it'll be easier for them to air out the corridor, and the air is fresher outside. There's a nice breeze today. [possibly going to stand up there, like a pink-haired statue, holding out his hand forever. he's very patient.]

[solxris]

"Wha-what are you staring at!"

He came out to have a good time and he’s honestly feeling so attacked right now. Someone please tell this ignorant crow it’s his senpai.

[shimozuru-arata]

[doesn't seem particularly startled by that shout. doesn't look like he'd be startled by anything, actually. those handsome grey eyes are flat and dead-looking.]

[holding out a hand to you.] Are you Hinata Shouyou? [toneless, but pronouncing your name with care, obviously memorized.]

[pinchserves]

Yamaguchi nearly slides right back down to the floor at the praise. “Th-thank you senpai.”

He gulps, his throat suddenly dry. “Okay!” He nods, enthusiastically, rather relieved that this is all over.

[shimozuru-arata]

[hauls you up again patiently when your knees give out that little bit, not seeming particularly bothered by it. doesn't seem particularly bothered by anything, actually, including the faint gun noises in the distance.]

Sports drink okay? Oh. [belatedly seeming to realise something.] Shimozuru Arata.

[pinchserves]

In the aftermath, Yamaguchi lies on the ground with paint splattered across his chest and asks weakly, “Was that cool?”

[shimozuru-arata]

[bending over to haul you up, expressionlessly.]

It was very cool. [tone assured from countless years of videogames.] You took out the guy who shot you too. +13 cool point bonus. [deadpan.]

Now go drink something, you're dehydrated.

[shimozuru-arata]

pinchserve replied to your post:[stands up quietly.] [applauds.]

thank you … senpai … [crying a little, it’s fine]

[nonchalantly and expressionlessly hands you a toilet paper roll. hang in there, Yamaguchi.]

[pinchserves]

Yamaguchi, in the style of Hinata, has to run to the bathroom immediately.

Goodbye.

[shimozuru-arata]

[pats his kohai on the head once as he flashes by.]

[Don't hold it in anymore, Yamaguchi.]

[shimozuru-arata]

[stands up quietly.]

[applauds.]

[orcinused]

"……."

He lied, this what not the interesting experience he wanted.

[shimozuru-arata]

[in an undertone] Tachibana-san, please run while you still can.

[melonflavor-blog]

Arata w/ 13 I guess Sorries

don’t apologize, anon! i had a lot of fun! ovo

i also noticed he wears two shirts and two coats

his casual outfit literally goes dress shirt + hoodie + tshirt + peacoat, and this is absolutely hilarious to me

[vigiilantism-deactivated2014120]

His plan of ridding some angered toxins in peace, and without any flatulence-induced destruction to the human sensory passage, had went horribly askew. There had been two doors, one, leading to a lonely area outside, where the ventilation was immaculate. The other—with it’s giant ’??? CLUB’ (Niall couldn’t understand the first word) sign slammed ontop of the polished wood—led to a heavily occupied room, where Niall would soon find was inhabited by quite a few asthma sufferers, it seemed.

"Oh no!"He squeaked, watching the practically unconscious bodies flood out and dash in all directions, coughing, wheezing. He hadn’t meant to hurt anyone, in fact, the opposite was his aim; he was trying to relieve his body. Unfortunately one person’s relief was another something’s pain.

"—I made those people fall down,”he sighed, flopping against a spare seat in the now empty (and smelly) hallway. It was not a good day to be a skunk-boy.

[shimozuru-arata]

[a gas leak?]

[Well, that was his first impression on seeing people fleeing, and that strong, direly unpleasant smell. bringing his hoodie neck up to cover his mouth and nose, moving his fingers across his phone screen without needing to look down-- alerting campus security.]

[stepping forward regardless. his calm voice can be an advantage, here, even if slightly muffled.] Exit calmly. Don't make a fuss. Get away and try to breath clean air. Yes, go to the nurse's office. [It takes a minute, but he gathers that apparently there's someone still in there. hesitating only a moment. the door's wide open, so he's unlikely to pass out.]

[striding over after the others have pretty much rapidly dispersed, sticking his head in. grey eyes are watering a bit from the stench, but that can't be helped. vision's good enough to see someone sitting there, anyway.] Hey. It's not safe in here. Come out into the fresh air. [a little muffled by the hoodie over his nose and mouth, but understandable. extending his hand to you.]

[roboticflora]

stargazing || sumireiko + shimozuru

A change of pace. This is what normal people called a change of pace.

The environment of this new school, so different from the fabulously ornate private facilities she normally attended, gave Sumireiko Hanabusa, daughter and heir to a fabulously rich and powerful company, a sense of renewal. 

Most of the people here were average, without the ordeals she had to undergo. It was pitiable really. She looked outside at the stars in the darkened stars, marveling at how brightly they shown without city lights contaminating their visibility. 

"You don’t need to hide yourself from me," she said aloud in her soft ladylike voice, having noticed a small admirer. "Let’s look at the beautiful sky together."

[shimozuru-arata]

[well, thank god he can't hear what you're saying. he'd be a little leery as well if he knew you were referring to him as "small," considering he's a good five inches taller than your five foot three frame, but, then. Your ego is taller than him. So.]

[not even going to mention that he wasn't hiding. that's irrelevant, isn't it? ah well, conversation and stargazing is as good a break from coding as anything else. stepping out to join you in his habitual silence, inclining his head politely to you and putting his hands in his hoodie pockets before directing his disinterested gaze to the sky.]

Nice night.

[scarletcharmer]

ikemen......up....... | arattata

[scarletcharmer]

He didn’t exactly expect the other person to approach him. Ruby figured that the pink-haired boy had better things to do, like continuing his practice. Now what?

He sweats imperceptibly as he is approached.

"Um, nothing. Sorry about that." Sorry about what? Kicking the soccer ball? Maybe he just doesn’t want to be rude. Ever since the red-eyed boy had arrived at Kerria, he had gotten off the wrong foot several times. Time for a (temporary) change of attitude.

[shimozuru-arata]

[whoops, too bad, Ruby. Enjoy that attention. that sweating of yours isn't as imperceptible as you'd like to think, too-- next to Arata's curious stillness, it's practically vibrating.]

[not seeming to mind your apology or being called away, just inclining his head at you gravely. glancing expressionlessly from you to the ball (still smoking in the goal, amazing) and back again, with the faintest hint of interest in those flat grey eyes.]

Do you play?

[well, it's a logical question, isn't it. taking the opportunity to shake his hair back silently, probably also blinding you with silent broody ikemen sparkles.]

[shimozuru-arata]

[A kohai, huh...? He's had them before, and he knows what to do. it's not really a cause of any surprise for him.]

.....

[but this one is so tiny. and so orange.]