#abandonedgait

[blcckwings-blog]

❝ Let’s pretend we didn’t see that. ❞

How... could he pretend that he didn’t see that?

It wouldn’t exactly something that he wanted to see, but he certainly could never pretend that it didn’t happen. His blue eyes moved to look at the other, showing the surprise of hearing the words from the other.

No, he wasn’t going to do that.

❝I’m afraid I can’t do that.❞ He said, pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. ❝I need to report this back to my boss.❞

@abandonedgait | meme;

[cxrsedsilence]

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✍️ Pass my muse a note

Nix was setting up her things upon her desk when the sudden appearance of a note caught her eyes. The silverette picked it up to read, class hadn’t officially started so she failed to see the issue. It seemed Kakeru, a friend of hers, was bored during this moment of free time. So she turned to face him, a small smile on her face as she held the note up. “Bored, Kakeru? You could’ve just told me.. but the note is a cute way to go about getting my attention. Did you want to talk?”

[livedwon]

          ❛ heh...pretty sure, but not certain ? i think you have your answer. ❜ he leans back, crossing one leg over the other. there’s nothing wrong in admitting it, is there ? nezumi is an asshole, and he’s sure kurahara-san is one, too, deep down. they come in different shades, see ( how utterly vulgar ) . 

        suddenly, his demeanor sours something grave, pretty features pinching in an appraising pout. ❛ do you believe there’s such a thing as true altruism, kurahara-san ? ❜ he asks. ❛ no one is without an ulterior motive. not even those you might think are above the rest. ❜    continued    /    @abandonedgait 

[facedforward]

━━ ✦* · continued from [ @abandonedgait ]

        despite being made of little more than skin and bone, akane was not, in fact, a flexible person. he felt as though he’d been strapped to some medieval torture device, his limbs stretching ( and stretching and stretching ) to the point of turning into egg noodles as he completed his post-running cooldown  — thinning out the further he reached, until eventually, they would surely break apart. 

        ...he still failed to see how this would be good for him, in the long run. ❛ that’s easy — ❜ grunting, akane slowly lowered his right leg to the ground. ❛ — for you to say. ❜ kurahara was the adonis of running. the speed racer of speedy racing. how could he possibly understand the torment akane was subjecting himself to. ❛ how do you move...unh...so freely ? ❜