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[mannyisnthereanymore]

CUTIES DON"T TALK ME E

[crem8d-blog]

d4y5 replied to your post:I think everyone should consider following my best...

Those fucking choice of words, amigo…

You fucking slay me, man. The world should know you're capable of murdering a crowd with your charm. I can't tell you how many times you've nearly gutted me open and burnt me alive with your charisma. 

[nesciretarchive]

+d4y5

The way this one dressed led him to believe he might've been someone he knew.. yet there was still something off about him. Not unnerving or unsettling, but rather something that set him apart. The more Solvei looked him over, the more he realized staring was considered rude to most people. "My bad.." he murmured, eyes falling to the older's boots. "You wouldn't happen to be a taxidermist, would you?"

[mechanicalblond-blog]

Chilled Breaths

When Roxas could see the fog of his breath pirouette and dissipate into frigid air, he considered it too cold.  Black gloves slid over his fingers and palms to display the skeleton hands screen printed onto the back of the accessories as he got ready to brave the cold outside.  He hadn’t needed his hat and gloves during the day but he knew better than to just leave the garments at his apartment.  Roxas pulled his beanie over his head and grasped his cane, pushing the door open and heading out into the night.  He had stayed in class later than usual to finish a lab along with a number of other students to the point where there was over an hour until the next bus.

With the college being only a thirty minute walk from his apartment, Roxas figured that it was better to just walk.  A bass beat quietly from the earbud in his right ear as his cane thumped solidly against cracked concrete and chilled wind kissed pale cheeks to turn them red and raw.  Lyrics rolled through the blond’s tired mind along with chemical formulas, causing Roxas to mumble in irritation under his breath.  The thought about how he should have taken a piss before he left campus drifted through his mind and a sour look appeared on his face.

Color splashed in puddles along the street, extending the sight of the shop’s lights to a mirrored universe that also seemed to capture the light of a few stars.  A group of people exited a building beside Roxas, causing him to look up in surprise while the people laughed.  A man supported a woman as she stumbled and another woman chastised her peer for drinking too much, ruining their fun that night.  Roxas rolled his eyes and then placed them on the ground once more.  The blond looked up when something else passed through his peripheral vision a few minutes later and he offered the redhead a crooked smile and polite nod.

[mechanicalblond-blog]

Windpipe, hands.

Windpipe: Do you sing?

"I sing some when I'm in the bath or getting ready in the morning.  I like humming more, though."

Hands: Are you an artist/writer?

"I sketch some but I don't consider myself an artist.  I also like to read more than write."  He shrugged.  "I'm not going into any profession with those so I don't really see a point."