#aneerietale

[yanagichiri-blog]

          His eyes turn to his phone once more, flicking through names. There's a pinch in his chest when he chances upon someone who should be there but isn't. It starts as a slight sting, then turns into a deep, yawning sadness that never ceases, just waxes and wanes. It makes him want to hole up in his room, and yet...

He finds himself reaching out anyway. Because he needs it. 

TO: Annoying Seaweed FROM: Takumi

    >> Hey are you free?

@aneerietale (sc.)

[anglerfishnabe]

aneerietale

  ogata

dont be like that

be like what?

[fiskarnaros]

Looks left. Then looks right. Smirks and then liiiiiiiicks

❝ Lower . ❞

@aneerietale

[bashfullygreen]

@aneerietale   x

“...Don’t do that.”

[consteknight-blog]

@aneerietale liked for a starter ! [x]

“Huh?” Kaito would double take, and then charge forward to bat around the person’s shoulders as if to check for something that was concealed. Huh?! But... he’d definitely seen something! 

A chill runs down his spine. No, actually- isn’t it sorta all around him?! His arms withdraw in a haphazard sprawl around himself. Weird. Strange. Strange, but surely explicable! SURELY. “Hey, you there!-- where’d your friend go, just now?!”

[mujunshita]

@aneerietale replied to your post:

Your shoes looks so lively now!

*:・ﾟ✧* ♥  :   ❝ ...... ❞

[jijinoke-blog]

          ✿ ― @aneerietale​

mikazuki finds himself stopping and staring at the green haired stranger who happens to be strolling nearby. a strange sense of comraderie, familiarity passes through him and, although it’s extremely rude, he continues watching the caped man. 

      ah.

he makes his decision. he decides to stop staring. he walks towards the stranger instead.

as usual, there is a smile on his face. a smile that refuses to disappear despite how crazy things are, despite how foreign everything is. when he’s close, he bows (he would have felt terrible if he didn’t) and says, in a cheerful greeting, “good evening, my name is mikazuki munechika. nice to meet you.” he speaks politely, almost too politely some friends might say (if he had any friends).

“ahahaha,” he lets out a soft laugh right after, one arm shielding immediately his face as he does. his smile widens as he looks into the man’s multicolored eyes. “i’m sorry, i find you familiar,” he explains, his guard and formality relaxing slightly, “even though I’m certain we’ve never met.”

he stops speaking momentarily. his head tilts slightly. his hand touches his chin delicately. “mm…”

“who are you, stranger?”

[demiluci]

@aneerietale ♫   

   ❛ And, there. ❜ 

Tying the last of the twined strands off with a neat, black bow, Zan holds up a handheld mirror so that Nikkari can admire his new braided style. Courtesy of the singer’s restlessness and affinity for silky textures.

   ❛ What do you think? ❜