#deadballad

[grandoux-a]

“What do you think you’re doing?!” / meme / @deadballad​

IT WASN'T UNUSUAL for Atsushi to get hit in the head by things ━ usually door frames, being as tall as he was and all. Still, this time he had willingly put himself in the way of the very heavy basketball, not because he was in the mood for it, but had he not, someone else would have been hit. The person was much smaller than Murasakibara, and so he acted on instinct alone.

Slightly bending over the person, the purple haired boy pouted. ❛ Ouchies... ❜ his voice was as lazy and childlike as usual, and as his violet gaze moved to stare at whom he had protected, Murasakibara took in what they said. ❛ I was just making sure you wouldn't get hurt~ ❜ he explained, straightening his back, stepping away from them.

❛ Are you okay? You shouldn't walk in on the basketball court like that ~ ❜

[deneuvell]

❛ come now. not afraid of a little blood, are you? ❜

Sentence Starters - The P/enumbra Podcast // @deadballad // ACCEPTING

So maybe he looks ridiculous in the middle of a morticians estate, standing around with hands in pockets and a childs mask on his face. Or…maybe it’s because he hasn’t moved any closer to the table. The mask was of course to hide his face because of his identity but….

It also held the purpose of closing out any of the expressions L might make in front of a body left in such…morbid decay. 

Yet…this one was seeing right through that facade. Was it the body language? 

“Afraid of a little blood…of course not. That’s quite a bit of blood. It reeks.” Staying behind a computer screen was a lot easier to deal with than the rare occasions that pulled L out in person. Having only dealt with such cases once or twice before well….it didn’t keep him prepared. 

“I would much rather drink black coffee without the sugar than smell the rest of all this.”

[abxndonedd]

“it won’t heal if you keep picking at it.”

      Teddy’s come to learn that adults are always right, so when they say his boo-boo isn’t going to heal if he keeps scratching at it, he’s inclined to believe them. The only problem comes from the satisfaction he gets when peeling off the scab. In fact, he’s done so just now, holding up the dry skin for the other to see as if it were some kind of trophy. He’s even wearing a shit-eating grin, just to rub it in that he didn’t listen.