#anatypicalprototype

[dailyultimatedio]

Honey, I'm home. (-anatypicalprototype)

Welcome home...

( @anatypicalprototype )

[io-sono-risotto-nero-blog]

"I don't know what blend of coffee you like, but if you want, I can pick some up for you whenever I go by the store. I don't drink coffee, but I don't mind." ( @anatypicalprototype )

“You don’t have to do that..”

[dailyultimatedio]

"Fight me!" ( @anatypicalprototype )

“Unexpected, but your enthusiasm is admirable. I will allow you the first three moves.”@anatypicalprototype

[dailyultimatedio]

"Dio, dearest, could I talk to you for a moment? It's about Cameo. It's very important." (-anatypicalprototype)

Dio had been watching her conversation with Cameo using Hermit Purple, and was not pleased by what he heard. He seated himself on a chair and began to speak. “Did something happen, Maxson, darling? Please, sit down.”

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[many-fortunes-told]

"You didn't see that!" -anatypicalprototype

           Send “Nice one.” to catch my muse failing at something.        

Or “You didn’t see that!” to have my muse catch yours.

“ I predicted something like this would happen! ”

Well, that was a little white lie. He had seen that completely by coincidence, but the other really didn’t need to know that. Yasuhiro’s desperation to get out of debt far outweighed his moral obligations to tell the truth.

“ You know, if you wanted to hear more of my predictions so you can avoid more of these embarrassing predicaments in the future, I’ll be happy to tell you! For a price, of course. ”

[knocking-it-out-of-the-park]

% -anatypicalprototype

Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.

[ text: unknown ] this is Aoi Asahina right. I’m waiting by the front entrance, where the fuck are you?

[knocking-it-out-of-the-park]

😥 -anatypicalprototype

           Your muse finds mine on the brink of death. Send “😱” for a starter.        

Or send “😥” for my muse to find yours!

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A lull fell over the students of Hopes Peak as their dire situation was finally beginning to set in. Panic and suspicion had wormed its way into even the most hopeful of the group, and everyone seemed to be avoiding each other.

Everything was quiet. That is, until there was a strange sound- almost as if something heavy had been dropped- then quick shuffling. Leon had been nearby, and after some careful deliberation, poked his head through the door to see just what was happening, wondering if someone was moving furniture around for some reason.

What he saw was enough to make his blood run cold. He gripped the side of the wall, unable to look away- one of his classmates had something heavy dropped on them, pinning them to the floor, and by the looks of it, they wouldn’t be getting up anytime soon.

“ What the fuck- ” he whispered, coming closer, although his legs felt like lead. Who could have possibly done such a horrific thing? He didn’t know, he hadn’t seen anyone flee from the crime scene. “ D-dude! Are you okay? ”

[knocking-it-out-of-the-park]

"Excuse me. I hope I'm not bothering you." The brunette would hold out a ball. Yes, it was a baseball, but it's all they could think of. "Could I have your autograph?" - anatypicalprototype

“ Huh? ” Leon turned around, blinking at the person before him and the ball they held in their hands. For a moment, he almost considered letting it slide and signing the autograph without going off- he did like the attention and was still happy when he was recognized in public.

With careful thought, he finally took the ball, tsking softly. “ Yeah, sure. But remember me as Leon Kuwata, the singer who signed your ball, not the baseball star, got it? ”

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