Sorry I haven't been on all day...I haven't been in a very ibuki state of mind
koisatou bochans-tool

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Sorry I haven't been on all day...I haven't been in a very ibuki state of mind
koisatou bochans-tool
bochans-tool replied to your post:
I don’t know if our thread is still going but I would love to rp with you~~
ahhh have you answered it? it never came up on my activities page gdi tumblr
thatd be great though!
bochans-tool
//OH MAN OH MAN
WE’VE ONLY RPED LIKE TWICE??? MAYBE?
BUT I LOVE THEIR PEKO OKAY BYE
bochans-tool started following you
"Peko..." Kuzuryuu mumbled in an annoyed tone at her before placing his feet up on the school desk, not caring that the teacher seemed to be annoyed at it. "Why do we have to deal with these shitty classes?"
"Good Evening Bo-chan" Peko said with a short and courteous bow
Wh--
He has to have gone crazy. Or this is some sort of joke? Because it wasn't funny.
All these people who are supposed to be dead are just running around.
bochans-tool replied to your post “[Sometimes I wonder how many people in this fandom actually know I’m a...”
//i know you're a guy senpai
[I know you know, kouhai.
*pats*]
Swords and Knives || bochans-tool
The artist's tools were as valuable as their skill. What did it matter if their hands were capable of crafting the finest pieces if they didn't have the means with which to create them? That, he decided, was the premise for his visit. Hagakure her with feigned ease, a question in his mind and the slightest tension in his muscles. There was an inherent fear to be felt when approaching someone of a greater strength -- the respect, however, was something to be constructed later.
He found her, for once alone, in the garden. What she was doing was not immediately apparent, though she seemed at peace, looking at the plants and the little coop of clucking chickens. "Pekoyama-chi?" Hagakure called to her from a sizable distance away.