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┆&& no e s c a p e ❜

( THERE IS NO ESCAPE - IT IS JUST GETTING WORSE - I WAS ABSENT DUE TO SICKNESS FOR A FEW DAYS AND NOW IM SURROUNDED.  ....I’ll probably get whipped if I tried to escape, so I guess I will just obey. I am okay with my blog being 80% Ann right now -sweats-. Also kudos to my platonic friend here who tagged me in 29272902 things during my absence @theholylight - no escape, nowhere.)

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┆&& get ready for the protag to buy double chocolate crepes for each ann. ❜

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Oh yes the crepes… I hope you have a lot of money *smirks*

          -DELETES ANN’S CONTACT DATA JUST TO BUY HER CREPES ANYWAY- 

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@carmenized

Subconsciously Kaito had been twirling a lock of his hair just above his glasses between his fingers. He had been deep in thought about the events that had come to pass.

Narrowly he avoided being expelled, had stopped an abusive and manipulative teacher. No-- had changed him. And truth be told he was still trying to pull it all apart in his head. The gravity of the situation still hadn’t sunk in completely. This long shot attempt had been successful and what that could mean to him was immense.

Not to mention there had been a chance he could have been a murderer if things hadn’t panned out right. And that was also something he was still trying to rationalize. He didn’t want to kill anyone but... would it have been just horrible to allow such a person like Kamoshida to continue? What if it did come to that? Would he have been able to live with it? Was that... justice?

The boy’s brow furrowed from these thoughts. But he did know one thing for sure. This... power. This... gift. It could change everything. Maybe he could...-

The school bell calling for the end of class cut off his thoughts and returned him to reality. He blinked twice before rubbing the irritation from his eyes. before standing up to get his things together.

“Takamaki,” He said out to grab her attention before she left her desk. “Are you going to visit Suzui again today?”

[vexitas]

❞ p-please keep this a secret, but I must admit...I have a rather large sweet tooth. ❞ cheeks burn as bright as her eyes, it was more than embarrassing to admit such a childish fact about herself, but ever since she was child Makoto has always gravitated sweets && confectioneries, often indulging in sweets before meals and in between. it was a rather bad habit, that seemingly worked its way into teenage years as well, still, the biggest && largest smile can be spotted on her features whenever indulging herself in sugary delight. 

the ever more delighted at ann’s invitation to go buy crepes, due to her sister’s strict surveillance makoto has been rather lacking in the sweets department. thankfully, it was only the two of them allowing herself to be a tad more open and honest than she usually permits herself. not to say she doesn’t trust everyone else, but, these sorts of things were just for girls. 

❞ h-huh why are you laughing takamaki-san? ❞ a tad taken aback by her sudden laughter and amusement from her confession, perhaps, she thought it to be childish and even foolish to fancy sweets as much as she did, cheeks burning redder by the moment. 

@carmenized  had their  ❤ stolen!

[karitorumono]

carmenized from here

Wavy, gray-yellow hair, divided into two long lengths on either side of the head. Bright blue eyes, widened slightly in alarm, framed by a red mask crafted in a feline image. A form-fitting suit of the same color covering an adolescent female form, ornamented by a long extension reminiscent of an animal’s tail. Around her legs, a pair of long crimson boots; over her hands, tight pink gloves that clutched a thin whip.

Conspicuous, impractical garments, even for a human—but the question that then escaped from her mouth was nevertheless acutely typical of her kind.

“You do not...belong here.” He repeated, steadily moving closer towards her with his revolvers raised at the ready.

“Where are your...companions?”

[karitorumono]

carmenized started following you

The damning echo of rattling chains—soon followed by the lethal accusation of a pointed gun barrel.

“Halt...intruder. You...do not...belong here.”

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