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“There you are, Kurosu. Or are you Kashihara now?” Had he really lost track of which timeline he was in? No. He just liked messing with Jun, whether it was this side or the other... “Care to remember all those sins of yours?” He chuckled darkly.

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“Are you here to attack me, too? I’m really not in the mood.” Kazuya was getting tired of it. Even the demons had been bothering him!

[electricea-a]

crossfortun replied to your post “…Okay but Tales of the Abyss was an amazing game and I will...”

(Honestly me with pretty much all of the tales games I've played. ;;;)

Which Tales games have you played? So far I’ve played Abyss, Hearts R, some of Berseria and playing through Zestiria right now! Also got Vesperia Definitive on pre-order.

[sadsinboy]

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Tatsuya felt his heart pound against his chest as soon as he saw the other boy. Jun.... But... he wouldn’t...no, shouldn’t, remember him. That’s just how it had to be... but.. he couldn’t stop himself from approaching him.

“Hey, uh...” Now what? He couldn’t act too familiar, could he? This really wasn’t a good idea. He was just being selfish, wanting to see Jun, knowing the risk that came with it.

[rock-you-like-a-hurricxne]

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Did he like it? It brought a smile to her face when others appreciated flora. The warmer weather was finally starting to roll in and she had been eagerly been waiting to plant some certain flowers outside other than the ones that could stand some of the colder weather. Most were already prepared within the green house in their trays ready to be planted outside for others to enjoy out in the open. The crown was weaved naturally without any need for a wire or anything. To most of anyone the crowns seemed like nicely constructed head pieces that were colorful, but they had be piece together with certain colors and flowers. Yellow and white, baby’s breath along with gerbera’s and daisy’s. Most tended to use carnations, but she wanted to use these particular flowers.

‘I’m glad. Well, I do spend most of my time here in the green house.    Mm, probably as there’s not many in the gardening club.’

Being in the cooking club you tended to grow strawberries here, which made for a good source of ingredients along with any other herbs you grew.

[deathbanchou]

      “--- C’mon! Why aren’t ya fighting back?! What are you?! A frickin’ girl?!”

   Eikichi stopped in his tracks and turned his head, the words that rang out temporarily freezing him. Was he hearing what he thought he was hearing? It was hard to discern a particular voice or sound amidst all the rest of the chatter echoing across the hallways, but if his instinct was any reliable source, he needed to at least try. What he’d thought he heard was no friendly small talk, no playful bickering or an innocent little brawl -- but rather something quite unpleasant; and thus worth looking into. This was his school, his students. As the Boss, he was in charge. He’d taken the responsibility of attempting to eliminate the school’s unfortunate reputation and tasteless nickname, he had promised to make a change. It was his job to set things straight, to keep up a relatively peaceful atmosphere within the school property and among its students. 

   A minute passed by but he was still listening, paused in the middle of the third floor hallway - hands on his hips and brows furrowed, waiting for another, similar sound to reveal its original source. After a while, he was finally able to detect the same kind of snickering as a moment before, seemingly somewhere around the corner. Even without knowing the identity of its maker, the intention carried in the unknown student’s voice was, to Eikichi, extremely clear. This was a tone that the boy himself was all too familiar with, if not one that years ago had constantly tormented him. Such was the laughter of a bully, targeting anything he perceived weaker, taking out on others his own insecurities. 

   Once he knew where to go, the Boss wasted no time going after what he could only assume to be an act of unwarranted harassment. Taking long strides, he turned around the corner and towards the suspicious sound, until a couple of footsteps later a scenario in full swing unfolded before his eyes; only to prove his earlier suspicions right on target. As if with a snap of one’s fingers and without a single second thought, Eikichi’s blood pressure had already shot through the roof in obvious anger at what he was witnessing, letting out a roar of a shout that was sure to instantly startle each individual involved.

      "HEY, you worthless punks!! THE HELL do you think you’re doing?!”

   It was three students in total --  ( everyone else seemed to have fled the scene, cowards ! ) -- two taller (and much bigger) guys surrounding a dark-haired boy, kneeling down on one knee, holding his head between his hands as if in pain - even when no physical touch seemed to be laid on him. Well, that didn’t make the act any less despicable! In no time, it appeared that the Boss’ unfiltered rage had reached the ears of the two bullies as well, as the two swiftly bolted off, just as could have been expected. In any other case Eikichi would have already darted straight after them, making sure the bullies instantly got the humiliation that was coming for them. This time, however, he found himself instead too focused on the poor victim to leave the scene, the boy still kneeling down in the same position - shaking - not moving an inch nor showing any response. He would find the guys responsible for this later! But right now, he needed to make sure this guy was alright. He looked to be new around the school, too, from what he could remember. To think one of HIS students dared to push around a complete newbie.

   “...Hey. You all right?” Eikichi finally said in a calm tone and still keeping some distance, trying to appear as friendly and unthreatening as possible. This guy looked like he’d already been through hell, after all. “Don’t worry about those guys, I’m gonna make ‘em pay for that!” he exclaimed, puffing up his chest, forming a fist with his right hand and promptly swinging it in the air. A pause, until he took on a milder demeanor once more, making a hesitant attempt at a conversation.

      “--- Uh... You’re new here, right? What-- what’s your name?”

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      “Aw, don’t be so modest, Jun!       Sure Ta-chan might be a bit of a tsundere about it,       but it doesn’t mean he won’t like it!”

   Almost childlike excitement, it was, both in witnessing a dear friend seem so genuinely happy after all he’s been through, as well as for the mere chance of dreaming big with his old, cherished friends along his side. Tatsuya, too, he couldn’t remember having seen so open in a long, long time, until recently with Jun’s return. Eikichi was - by all means - simply happy for, and to be with his friends again. To think he’d ever forgotten -- well, it had been for a reason and perhaps beyond the boy’s own control -- but the thought still surely seemed absurd. Was this what he’d been missing all this time? 

   Of course, the former Boss still wasn’t entirely naive. He knew there was still a lot to take care of, an incredible amount of chances to fail. Ken, Takeshi and Shougo, too, still needed to be brought back - and all the rest of the shadowmen as well. But he had to stay optimistic! It was what Maya had taught all of them since a long ago; to chase after one’s dreams even if the road leading there was among the darkest paths. And so he did and would do, look far ahead into the future with his head held high, believing in the potential of a positive outcome. Why he had taken as his responsibility to act as his best friend’s cupid at the same time one may not have ever known for sure. Though it was still incredibly true that the boy had an innate desire to be part (in one way or another) of all the fun things in life. In some ways, he may have also just been somewhat of a hopeless romantic.

   “Leave it to the Great Michel to reunite two hearts together into a passionate bond through song!” he continues proudly and pulls himself into a dramatic pose. He certainly had no filter. Perhaps he was imposing now, just a little bit. But it was hard to contain the excitement when artistic inspiration truly hit him. “--Ah, but what could go wrong? Do you have any better ideas, then? Don’t you agree that in these trying times we should all be honest with our feelings?”

[electricea-a]

@crossfortun​ continued from here.

He didn’t really know what had drawn him to the other male or compelled him to approach him.  Perhaps it was because this boy had a striking resemblance to one of his other friends, Yusuke? Even his uniform looked strikingly similar to the Kosei uniform Yusuke wore although his uniform was blue as opposed to the Kosei grey.  He couldn’t help but wonder just how similar - or perhaps how different - this boy might be to his friend.

“Awesome! Will be nice to have some company in this rain!”

Most of the time rain brought down his mood - it was no good for exercising in and you just ended up tracking mud all over your shoes and bringing it into your house - not to mention the colds you could end up getting! He didn’t know a single person who had ever enjoyed having a cold.

Eagerly, he shuffles underneath the other male’s umbrella, just enough to shield his head from the rain but trying to leave enough room for the other male to have decent protection from the downpour as well.

“I thought I recognized your uniform - at a distance it kind of looked like a Kosei uniform.” He admitted sheepishly.  “One of my good friends is also from Kosei and I don’t usually get a chance to talk to students from there so I thought it might be neat.  But now I might get to talk to someone from another school entirely!”