#circumspecto

[pseudoneiiric]

@circumspecto  /  plotted

“ — oh! i know this! i know this!”

chelsea resists the urge to move her hands all around as she struggles to recall the name of the image she has in mind. she doesn’t normally wear nail polish, but she’d been convinced by her childhood friend to give it a try. and it had been fine when he’d been applying it, but now she has to wait, and she’s chosen to make that amami’s problem. he’d been the one to suggest a crossword puzzle, but because her nails are drying, he has to write her responses in himself. which is fine. it makes chelsea feel like a princess.

the clue he’s read out for her was warner brothers cartoon character famous for asking, 'what's up, doc?', and chelsea is absolutely certain that she knows the answer. it’s on the tip of her tongue! “he’s like... a mix between mickey mouse and kermit!” she’s got a distinct meme image in mind, the lips and the shape of it, but the actual character is escaping her. “no,” she whispers, extending her lips. “no.” and after a few seconds, her big brown eyes light up. “oh! bugs bunny.” she settles down happily in her chair, watching as amami writes the clue down in the crossword.

she sighs, melodramatic as she stretches out onto the table like a cat looking for attention. “i hate this. this is like watching paint dry. if only my nails weren’t so pretty, i’d mess them up right now so i could do something else with my life.” but chelsea straightens after a second, her voice pretty and perfect as ever as she commands, “okay. read me my next clue, manservant.”

[criedmagic]

@circumspecto​ liked for a starter!

Geez...

Yeah. As much of a pain as it was, something should probably be done about this, Himiko begrudgingly thought. But who could she ask about that sort of thing...?

Her class was rather full of people who were either standoffish, not so smart, or... well, assholes. That didn’t exactly leave her many options, did it?

“...Hey, Rantaro.” Unsubtly hiding the marks on her copy of the surprise test that had been assigned during class earlier-- why did she pick today to not be a lazy truant and attend class for once-- she approached one of her decidedly more bearable classmates. Comparatively speaking. “Just uh... wondering, how did you do? Grade-wise...”

[blueveines]

                                                @circumspecto  //  starter call  ( shuichi )

                         “ you look  exhausted,  amami - kun. ”  concern bled into saihara’s voice as he closes his notebook,  brows furrowed.  “ you’ve been gone for a while ...  it’s okay to take a day off from school to rest,  you know. ”

[clowncooked]

" r-r-ronald-kun . . . !!1! " ranny exclaimz. " p-plz don't be mad . . . i made u a cookie but, b-but i eated it!!!11!1! "

Ronald simply stares. He is nothing. He lives only to amuse and serve with a smile. That’ll be one Happy Meal, would you like the toy? That’s his favourite phrase. He’s lovin it. His life. His job. The fact that Karen took the kids when she left him.

“…would you like fries with that?” he intones intonily, staring at the Green Day reject with a smile brighter than his own future. “I can give you a drink for only an extra 99 cents.”

[crimscnblade]

@circumspecto​ ❤︎’d.

“it could've been a nightmare, but it felt like she was right there.”

the comment was said with little thought it seemed, maki’s gaze looking to be a million miles away. it was hard not to think about the past on nights where she dreamed about her, though, rather it was just a nightmare to torment her she didn’t know.

[corpseblade-a]

@circumspecto​ wrote: ❝ i don’t understand, but i want to try. ❞

she’s quiet. she doesn’t respond. she knows he doesn’t understand, but maybe she’d like to keep it that way. it wasn’t easy for her to tell anyone, anything, about herself. she was too used to it being a burden on other people, that if she said anything they’d run away.

“you don’t need to understand.” she refuses to look in his direction, & gloved hands rolled into fits. she doesn’t want to say anything, she won’t. he doesn’t need to know, so she won’t say anything. it’d just get him hurt anyway, she’d get him hurt.

“goodbye, amami-san.” 

she moves to leave.

[maskslain]

@circumspecto​ liked for a starter!!

“...Oh.”

Though everyone insists upon eating breakfast together for some ungodly reason, Harukawa tends to avoid lunches and dinners with everyone. Too many people, too loud. Being trapped in this cage is far more than enough, without how obnoxious most of her... classmates are. She waits until they leave to do who knows what, before eating on her own. If she even remembers at all, in the first place.

She enters the should be empty cafeteria to find... one lingering? just arriving too? person. Rantaro Amami. The one who can’t remember his talent. It doesn’t particularly matter to her. And he’s tolerable enough. With a sigh, she steps further into the room and to grab a plate.

“...Good afternoon.”

[artisticvesscl]

🚣 @circumspecto​ 🚣 

The lagoon’s waves ebbed against the hull of the motorboat, reflecting sparkles of the suns rays  as the sun itself began to rise above the azure horizon. She wasn’t far from the atoll they originated from, palm trees waving a subtle goodbye as the duo was travelling farther and farther from shore. The waves were small and still. The smell of sea salt encompassed them. The sky turned hues of pink and green, as opposed to the deep blue when they had awakened that morning. Angie seemed to reflect the sun too, as she leaned backwards so far as to almost delve into the crystal clear waters below. She stretched her back and her arms went behind her head. She suddenly flung herself forward to avoid going overboard, and blue eyes fixated on Rantaro. It seemed that being on such a small vessel suited him well, better than Angie had anticipated. She sat there, focused on staring at Rantaro for a few minutes. When they had reached the near end of the atoll’s reef, she felt the boat slow down, about to turn around.  The water was certainly deeper here, she thought to herself as she saw the reef’s scenery below, distorted by water.  It must be teeming with fish.

“God has a better idea!” She exclaimed with little warning, a look of fascination traded in for a look of excitement. “Instead of going for a joyride, He thinks that we go fishing! He’s always ever so full of good ideas, don’t you think, don’t you think?”  She folded her hands in prayer, “Thank You God, for a wonderful idea.” She’s the one that suggested that she come along for Rantaro’s cruise around the atoll’s aquatic beauty for “inspiration”, but perhaps maybe this is what God intended, she pondered.