#cleaverandscalpel

[sleepyquailsensei-blog1]

"Have you been in the supply closet, crying?" (cleaverandscalpel)

“Whatever would give you that idea Doctor?”

[cleaverandscalpel-blog]

Insistent on physical contact, as always. Dae was in a bit of a competitive mood, so dae would not simply allow her to remain unkissed in return. That would be allowing her victory, which was frankly unacceptable. Stuck as they were - possibly by some machination of Akane’s (well, it wouldn’t surprise daem if that were the case. She was always performing minute behavioral experiments and analyses on daem.) And now she kissed daem in the dark. Dae decided it was daer turn for experimentation. Kiss her back, bend as close to her level as dae possibly could and - what to do with daer hands - run daer fingers through her hair.

[schrodingerskanny]

Shuu never ceased to surprise her. Now that dae was leaning closer, Akane could relax and bend her back into a less anatomically incorrect position. As though to provoke daem, yet without doing any strangling Kurashiki style, she tugged at daer tie some more and moved her lips in daer rhythm, adding some well-earned passion to the motion.

[schrodingerskanny]

closet (cleaverandscalpel)

2. A long kiss

How had they ended up in here? One big question mark. Why wasn’t the door budging? Oh well, not that she knew. But what she did know was that her companion within wasn’t so bad, and that the little to no space they had could indeed be an advantage.

Her lips met daers shortly after she had deduced they were stuck. Akane, one arm holding on to daer shoulders, the other hand grasping daer tie, stood on her toes despite the limited room between them, doing her best not to be pulled away from daem by something as ridiculous as gravity.

[schrodingerskanny]

 cleaverandscalpel:

[text] How am I supposed to know?

[text] You tell me how drunk you are.

[text] Or, do not tell me at all.

[txt] idk either so i couldn't even tell you if i wanted [txt] everything is so funny!! [txt] hey hey iwamine-chan check out these cute emoji [txt] ㄟ( ･ө･ )ㄏ (=ↀωↀ=) ( ͡ᵔ ͜ʖ ͡ᵔ ) ᕕ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )ᕗ ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°) [txt] ALL HAIL THE EMOJI ( ͡ʘ╭͜ʖ╮͡ʘ)

[kuiniiku-blog]

"I'm gonna high-five that weird chicken."

[schrodingerskanny]

cleaverandscalpel:

"…Yes. Apart from the pillows. I do not have emotions to rollercoaster on, so I believe I will simply notice yours." Mild apprehension. Fiction. How… Well. Childish. But she’d insisted. It was easier to capitulate to her demands than refuse, much like Miru and Kaku.

"No pillows means I will have to use you for emotional support," she insisted with a quiet laugh, laying her hand upon daers. "If I am granted permission, that is."

[schrodingerskanny]

♥ (cleaverandscalpel)

24. Our muses will have a movie night.

How she managed to convince Shuu to watch Disney movies with her? It would remain a mystery for all of eternity.Snuggled up under a cozy blanket she had brought from home, Akane made herself comfortable on the couch, ready for a good session of The Lion King with her favourite murderus but also quite fluffy partridge. For a woman in her twenties, she was ridiculously bubbly and excited about this movie; how many times had she mentioned she would bawl her eyes out at Mufasa’s death? Oh no, spoiler alert! "This is going to be so great," she promised as she sat up to inch closer to Shuu, "It’s going to be an emotional rollercoaster, that much is sure."

"I’m so thrilled! Do we have snacks? And wine? And lots of pillows to hug?"

[schrodingerskanny]

The wandering butterfly

Passing time was rather difficult in a universe where her entire purpose revolved around keeping in touch with Isa Souma, and getting to the bottom of Shuu Iwamine's secrets. Whereas Akane had various distractions in her young life, none of these mattered in the light of the most recent events. But the recent turned into a the other day fairly quickly as the weeks fluttered by like the pages of a tear-off calendar, until her friendship with Isa Souma felt as though it had been put on hold indefinitely. However, Akane knew she couldn't leave it at that. Emotions needed, just like the passionate fire of a burning love (or an incinerator), fuel, which would have to be provided by her paying daem a visit.

A knock at the front door revealed no Isa Souma. With a bit of questioning, a simple where and a lovely please refined with a bat of her eyelashes, and she was guided to a room in which her friend supposedly stayed. One more knock was given, then she awaited an answer without revealing her identity through words or her voice. Wasn't secrecy beautifully exciting?