My beautiful baby boy ;w;
– ; “MOM YOU’RE embarrassing me…”
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My beautiful baby boy ;w;
– ; “MOM YOU’RE embarrassing me…”
( @composingharuka )
─── ❝✶: ❛I made too much AGAIN...❜ Kira thought with a reluctant sigh as he made way too many strawberry pastries. So here he was at Shining Entertainment to give some Otoya some. He was quite aware much the red-head enjoyed his baking. Probably should have called first.
❝Nanami-san?❞ he called out seeing the composer.
@composingharuka || Closed
Nagi's day was just awful and he honestly he just wanted to flop in bed and cry. Real tears. Not fake little bitch tears he used to get what he wants. He rolled over and grabbed his phone. He knew one person that would always cheer him up.
[text]: can u come over :( i had a bad day and wanna snuggle.
-- && @composingharuka
Don’t mind him. He’ll just casually cling to his beautiful fiancee, burying his face into her chest.
I've been following you since way back when we were in that one MFRP group and you had the ship with Green. and I've stayed because you're one of the very best Tokiya rpers I've ever done seen and I love watching your interactions.
what about my portrayal attracted you to my blog? || accepting!!
CHARISMA WAS SO GOOD AND TOKIGREEN WAS SO GOOD GHFDJSAK I MISS IT SO MUCH I OWE CHARISMA MY LIFE. but thank u so much aaaaaa im crying <3
@composingharuka
I followed you because I saw other people interacting with you and i liked what I saw, and that's why I've stayed: you're a rad freakin Ranmaru
WHAT ABOUT MY PORTRAYAL KEPT YOU HERE? SERIOUSLY, WHAT?
nani???? i can’t be that good, I just started—
@composingharuka ❤︎‘d for a starter!!
As he’s walking around later in the evening, he can’t help but notice a certain composer’s lights are still on. Most likely overworking herself again, he muses to himself, shaking his head. Well, he was fairly guilty of doing that himself, so it wasn’t like he could judge. Sighing to himself, he heads to the kitchen, brewing a cup of tea. Once brewed, he puts it on a tray, placing milk and sugar on it as well before he heads over to her room, knocking on the door twice.
“I feel like I may need to properly assess what I say and its effectiveness.”