#cabalistical

[gokiburikko]

@cabalistical i heard it was your birthday (but i could be wrong)

[salchicharandom]

J.F.C. Fuller

[xaconite-a]

“Katsumiii, man down, man down!” More like... ‘plant down’ perhaps? Cass was toting around a small succulent in a bowl, bits of broken pot sticking from the dirt. 

“I accidentally broke its pot, so I shoved it in here, but--!! If I don’t fix it, a crabby, glasses-wearing demon’s gonna kill me! Help!” / @cabalistical !!

[waveworn]

cabalistical replied to your post “ツ ø”

[kacchan voice] *squinting at the deluge of texts as he tries to focus on the runes he's carving into some trees* She has my what now????

her quirk is estimating a person’s measurements with 89% accuracy by looking at them

she’s the shsl tailor

she’s a pervert

[treurspel-moved]

@cabalistical replied to your post: [ori vc] anyway if you wanna tell me i’m just a...

yo he deserves it just slay him tbh

don’t give her this license bc she fully will 

[unwcvering]

@cabalistical replied to your photoset: i’m home !! went to mitsuwa and visited the...

[Are those baked goods from 85c I see??? :0]

oh no, no! it is pastry house hippo! .3.  they’re really good! those custard fruit cakes in the picture are so delicious ;;; i’m weak loooool.

[dadadaemovedagain]

@cabalistical​, continued from here

        “Kacchan...” She’d already caught an eyeful. There was no escaping it; she had no shame. Just as readily as she’d strip free of her own cloth confines, she stared at the poor boy with immediate interest. His figure was more developed than anticipated. As much as he put himself down with light self-deprecating jokes, she’d never thought him hard on the eyes. And now—well, she would be happy to stare at his backside for several seconds longer, if only he hadn’t tugged his shirt down to hide himself as best he could.

        She recoiled slightly. “If you’re going to be naked, of course I’ll knock! I’m not a pervert,” said the girl who once stole his underwear. “But I didn’t know. Do you think if I thought you’d be letting your dangly bits wiggle around out here that I’d barge right in?” Her head tilted, eyes darting up and down to take in any other details she might have previously missed. “Um...er. I forgot what I came here to tell you.” With great effort, she tore her eyes from him, casting them to the floor before her. “Anyway! Not that it matters, but...have you been working out in secret?”

[dadadaemovedagain]

mistletoe, but clearly on accident because he's too dumb to be that smooth ↳ mistletoe meme ※ @cabalistical​

        Yuna eyed where her friend stood, then up at the plant hanging from the door frame. Immediately, recognition set in and the blood rushed to her face, tinting it pink. She took a step or two backward, then shuffled back into place. He wasn’t such a traditional person. With how his parents traveled, he had to know about more American Christmas traditions, didn’t he? He had to realize where he stood. He’d always been a bit sheepish or shy. On any occasion Yuna tried to get Katsumi to recognize her as a woman, he seemed to show little response. Even so, the way he lingered—was he waiting for her? Did he expect her to make the move? 

        “Kacchan.” Yuna called his name with uncharacteristic softness. “I know you might have plans for Christmas Eve already, but...I think it would be fun to see the lights with you.” Or just hang out at one of their usual spots. She wasn’t particular, as long as it gave them the opportunity to spend time together. “If you’re already busy, then I think I might have to give you your present now...good boys and girls deserve something special, right?”

        She tilted her head, moving the last centimeters necessary to close the gap. Her lips pressed against his as softly as she could, as though she were afraid that if she rushed into it, he would suddenly disappear. She savored the flavor of the kiss, of the drink in his hand. It wasn’t perfect—it wouldn’t make the top three—but because it was Katsumi, it meant more than any of them. When she pulled back, it was hard to look him in the eye. “Was that, um...did you like it?”