#captainmegane

[redthreadrp-blog]

"Have you seen an individual by the name of Suoh Mikoto?" [Munakata is here! His app is under /app!]

I think I saw him packing around with some other amazing looking folks... something like, The Red Clan? Try looking around for them, I’m sure you’ll find him!

Welcome to Bellevue, Munakata! Hope you’re ready~!

❝ MOD X.┊

[akagenki]

"What a surprise to find a red clansman right in the vicinity of Scepter 4." [HI I AM ALIVE BRUH]

     Of all the people he had to cross paths with, why must it be the infamous Blue King? “And I’m surprised you had this much free time to walk around, uh… Munakata-san.”

[tempermevtal-blog]

FEVER PITCH . ( @captainmegane​ )

          Buying chocolates, candy, or other items seemed like a waste of time to the redhead. Despite knowing those who were obsessed with such insignificant celebrations (he refused to call them holidays -- because they weren’t), Mikoto had never once participated in the romantic bullshit that seemed to surround both February and March. He didn’t buy into it, thought it was pointless, and it wasn’t like he was harbouring a secret crush on anyone. In the past, he had received chocolate on Valentine’s and had neglected to send anything out in return. It wasn’t like he gave a fuck. 

Today, Mikoto had been given a free sample of some discounted chocolate while walking downtown. Unsure of what to do with it, the redhead had simply hung onto it while he travelled to Munakata’s apartment. The place had become a frequented location for the Red King, often found settling himself on the Blue’s couch for lack of better options. It was comforting too, being in Munakata’s apartment. Mikoto would never admit it out loud, but he knew that if he were to threaten the safety of the island, that damn Blue King could deal with the situation, like he had done in the past. Not that Mikoto was in danger of blowing up the place or anything just yet -- but the peace of mind was nice in this borrowed time he was living off of. 

Mikoto had forgotten about the chocolate until later in the day when Munakata returned from work, or whatever the hell he had been out doing that day, Gesturing vaguely to the chocolate on the counter when remembrance suddenly struck him, Mikoto grunted out a greeting from the couch.

“Chocolate for you.” The redhead spoke gruffly, briefly letting the fact that it was White Day slip from his mind.

[phxtospirit-blog]

odds ;;

@captainmegane liked for a starter!

The bell signaling a new customer drew Tatara’s attention away from his usual closing routine, as the bar’s hours would soon expire for the night, but he still turned to face the customer with a welcoming and warm smile. The bar, other than Tatara and now a stray customer, was empty. Tatara didn’t mind the quiet, but he didn’t mind last-minute buyers, either (unlike some coworkers, who groaned at the sight and wanted to lock the doors early).

“Good evening, welcome-,” placing his dishes to the side, Tatara looked up to greet the new face. His words were cut off, though, when he got a good look at the person. Recognition washed over, a look of shock momentarily cutting through the smile that he bore mere seconds ago.

“Munakata Reisi...?”

[guilty-beautiful-lover-blog]

Hmmmm lemme think. I have the bad habit of ripping the flesh out of the inside of my cheeks with my teeth when I'm nervous?

"That sounds like it hurts! Why would you do that!?"

outofguilt: Ouch. I don't do that, but I do get nervous often. Sometimes I'm not even nervous, but my mind gets tricked into thinking that I am and releases adrenaline. My heart starts pounding and I stutter.

This happens a lot when I have to speak in front of people, ask a professor a question, or when someone insults me or has insulted me in the past and is now standing in front of me.

Basically people make me nervous. I'm glad I don't do that cheek thing, I wouldn't have any cheeks left!