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Important Announcement?
Hey Guys! Well, first off, If you haven’t noticed, I have left this blog inactive and I told most of you that I would be back during the summer, however that sadly didn’t happen. If you would listen to some things I have to say, please feel free to read uwu;
Also, if you read this, will you please like this post? Thank you in advance.
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{❇}—”I wish I had long enough hair to make pony tail like you. Some guys can’t pull it off but you could. I am jealous so much.”
“Your flattery is really creepy-- are you trying to gain something from this?”
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{❇}—”No way! I really like the color of it, it so cool!”
“It’s the same color as Kaneki’s”
“Thanks... I guess.”
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{❇}—”Your hair is soooo cool though!”
“My hair? Are you mocking me?”
Shirtless Wonders [AU]
八十 “Mmhm. I guess its weird, huh? Gokudera’s from Italy.” Although he’s sure most of the names there are foreign and strange to him… he can’t help noticing the other didn’t look entirely Italian. And his accent, considering he was an exchange student, wasn’t as thick as some would think. It makes Yamamoto wonder if he’s maybe grown up with the Japanese culture, and if not that… had visited there from time to time? All these questions are swimming around his mind concerning the other boy, though suddenly stop as one is instead… thrown his way. And rather unexpectedly too. Yamamoto stares, blinks once or twice before his cheeks become a little pink. “Ah- do I… do that?” he asks, eyes flicking away as a hand starts rubbing at his head. He couldn’t think of streaking down their street any time recently… Oh. “O-oh… A-ha… that’s just because I’m hot. Or- it gets hot when I run. Haha. Gokudera doesn’t do that?” The ball player can’t help the bashful grin on his face as he places his bento down beside the silverette’s, now moving to sit down beside him. “You should join me some time. Its best for keeping your muscles toned.” And just like that, he made himself at home, and started working on the sushi his father had packed for him that day. “Does Gokudera want some?”
“So what if I’m from Italy, you got a problem with that?” He wasn’t aware Yamamoto was referring to the foreign names Gokudera wasn’t used to. Already, the silverette was not fond of the young man standing in front of him-- neighbors or not.
Gokudera made a face when Yamamoto asked if he did the same. What a weirdo... He thought. “I’m not fond of revealing skin out in public.” He replied, flatly. “Even if summer is getting close by, no one wants to see your bare skin!” The boy crossed his arms as he turned away a bit.
“I wouldn’t want to jog with you anytime soon anyways.” Hearing the soft noise of the bento box being placed down, Gokudera made a face of displeasure as he watched the other sat down next to him. Grabbing ahold of his own lunch, he scooted away a bit, making small distance between the two, “Will you quit it?!” He growled. This guy was really starting to piss him off. Gokudera wasn’t familiar with these acts of kindness Yamamoto was giving. He was more confused than angry. Was this guy mocking him?
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[[/🔧\]] Of course it was, the skinny blond had entered the Vongola’s base after all. But Byakuran had ordered the killing, so there was really no room for protest nor much error. Fast and quick, nothing else.
Spanner peered at him blankly, fingers thoughtfully twirling his chain-sickle’s sticky edges between loose, lazy digits. The blond swayed to his full, lanky height in one smooth motion, gaze pinning and rather harsh, darkened corners of fresh picked stems of bladed grass. A brittle smile stretched his handsome face.
“Would you like to come closer and see..?” He cooed, voice so rawly sweet and comfortingly husky with swooned comfort. A very practiced but effortless, lulling-chipped tone.
The bomber tossed his dynamite in the air playfully, catching it as it fell repeatedly, a determined expression on his face. Feeling rather confident, he smirked as he caught the dynamite. Spanner was going to be troublesome. He was going to have to be careful.
“It depends what you want me to see,” Gokudera replied as the dynamite in his fingers were ready to throw if Spanner were to attack. Adjusting the goggles on his face, his smirk faded. “What business do you have here? Plan to get rid of our forces one by one? Or is there a deeper motive your sadistic boss had in mind?”
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“What are you looking at?”
Alright-- I have to get ready for bed but like for a new starter? I promise I’ll actually do them! I’m coming back pretty soon and I hope to get used to roleplaying again!~
“Ohh… that’s a shame. You always have the best stories.”
“I’ll be sure to tell you when i see anything though-- I’m sure I’m one step closer to finding the Nessie!”
ohmygoodness it seems like the khr rp community may have grown-- a lot? I think i need to interact with a lot more people oh goodness i missed a lot of things while I was gone ;;;
“Gokudera-san! Have you seen anything supernatural of late?”
“No, I haven’t-- sadly.”
“Hn? Back here again?”
[[/🔧\]] The bottle blond almost sheepishly rubbed the back of his pale crooked-down swan neck with crimson-spittled gloves, rolling thinly shaped shoulders which were still tight in slight tension until there was the hiss of an uncomfortable pressure and a small crack under rushing, littered paper-cut skin. Sighing with a dull, breathless huff from dry lips, Spanner got up from his messy target, grimacing in a pinch and swatting droplets clinging copper from his pristine white jumper. They hadn’t struggled much and he managed not to get too dirty.
In hearing footsteps from behind, he straightened up and plucked his weapon with careful, spidery fingers, the blade rusted in blood as the tip had pierced and ripped open a now emptying throat, a innocently held chain dangling from the sand hilt’s blunt end, him wordless and curiously still.
“That was rather risky.”
A voice echoed through the room as Spanner finished off his new target. The bomber approached the blonde assassin as he stepped into the single area of the room with shining light, enough for Spanner to see the green hues of Gokudera’s eyes. “Ciao.”
His eyes narrowed a bit as his fingers spun a couple of dynamite. He caught the dynamite within his fingers. “Causing trouble?”
Shirtless Wonders [AU]
八十 Since the days had been growing warmer in Namimori once again, Yamamoto finds that even his morning jogs aren’t all that pleasant… He’s hot and slightly sweaty by the time he reaches school lately, and so soon after bathing too… So its no surprise that during those days, in order to eventually save his uniform and fellow-classmates, his shirt comes off before he even leaves his home. He doesn’t think much of it, in fact, its nothing he would ever notice doing (he’d done it the past few years or so), so having it actually pointed out to him… Yamamoto will be thrown for a slight loop. It hasn’t happened just yet, although its close… has to do with the introduction he’s currently giving. He’d never actually had the chance to meet this new boy, although he recognizes him from the apartment complexes just beside him. But given his current schedule… any free time is hard to come by. He’s lucky this day, he thinks… just after lunch began, to finally catch him. He grins down to the silverette, hand rising with a little wave. “Its nice to finally meet Gokudera~ I’m Yamamoto Takeshi! We’re new neighbors too, huh?”
School will always be boring--- no matter what country it’s in.
However, Namimori was more quiet than Italy could have ever been, so this was a major improvement. So far in this new environment, Gokudera hasn’t been very social. He hasn’t talked to any other students and didn’t plan to in the future. Throughout this first week of being a new exchange student, Gokudera had kept quiet, not talking to any other student. If anyone approached him, he’d just scare them off-- It was better this way, for him. He’d never want anything to do with annoying students as these. Gokudera decided to stick to this ‘lone wolf’ routine-- except this all changed until a certain someone approached him.
The silverette looked up at the taller male from his seat. “Hn? Yamamoto... Takeshi?” He tilted his head. Optimistic, happy, and upbeat. Things he dreaded about most people. However, Gokudera couldn’t say the other was a stranger. He seemed awfully familiar. The silverette remembered who the other man was when Yamamoto mentioned the word, ‘neighbor.’
“Neighbor...?” Gokudera clicked his tongue. “Aren’t you the guy who always ran outside my street half-naked?”
“”Meatloaf sounds yummy! I wonder what it tastes like.. I only know what croquettes do!”
“It tastes like meat, obviously.”
“Like toilet paper!”
That was not the response he thought it was going to get. “Well yours looks like meatloaf!”
