#eyepatchedpenguins

[mohawkedpenguins]

teammates; closed

[Both Nagisa and Fudou had finally cornered Sakuma, looking like they were about to burst. Or rather, Fudou looked rather pissed. He had enough time to think about it, but he couldn't let things slide like this, he wasn't going to let his friend walk away in the middle of a zombie outbreak.]

Hey. What's the big idea?

[Neither of the two out of three boys were going to let the forward go anywhere until this talk had been had, so he might as well give it up.]

[mohawkedpenguins]

I think the Citta penguin quartet should unite on this. [Himself, Sakuma, Nagisa and Genda would be a useful team. They were all athletes after all.]

[mohawkedpenguins]

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[morniveus]

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sleeping habits

It takes him a while to fall asleep usually, regardless of how tired he is. He's had nights where he's laid in bed awake until dawn, when it's pointless to try and sleep anymore. But, when he can get some good sleep, he loves it; if he didn't have things to do, he'd likely try to sleep all day.

Suzaku's pretty good at keeping to himself while he sleeps (usually on his side), but if Euphie's there with him, he'll more than likely hold her, or at least be close.

also Arthur likes to sleep on his head sometimes like a pest

[mohawkedpenguins]

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11. An earthquake has ravaged LA, our muses are trapped in a collapsed building together until rescue comes.

[Shaking, crumbling, loud rumbling and screams. Walls were falling, the ceiling didn’t look like would hold up much longer— where was the exit? Fudou’s head whipped around, looking round and round for some way to escape, but what he found was Sakuma, already darting out of the way of falling rubble. Just what you would expect from a player of his caliber, he had quick reaction time. Fudou wasted no time in making his way over, dodging whatever obstacles put in his path by the collapsing building with ease.]

Sakuma!

[He called out to the other, trying to alert him to his presence. It seemed to have worked at least, the eyepatched boy turned his head and looked straight at him. Fudou’s expression shifted to one of momentary relief, it didn’t look like he would be left behind. They could get out of here together. 

As quickly as his relief came, panic took over just as fast as he spotted a large light fixture that snapped off of the ceiling just above his friend. His eyes widened and he shouted to warn him, then everything went black. He didn’t even get to see the floor break underneath him, or feel the wind rush past him as he fell from one floor to the next. Nor did he get to see if the other boy would be alright.]

…

[Fudou’s head was pounding as he opened his eyes slowly. He sat up automatically, but that turned out to be a horrible idea, his head just pounded even harder. His hand came up to press against his temple, as if that would help. After that was when he heard the voice in the dark.]

"You’re finally up."

[The sound of a voice had made the boy tense in shock, but he immediately recognized whose it was and relaxed. He turned his head, slower than how he sat up to keep his aching head from acting up even more, to see Sakuma sitting a little ways off. He looked relaxed, leaning against a wall of rubble without much intention of moving. Looking around though, there wasn’t anything else for him to do than to sit there. The two of them seemed to be trapped in this small room by all the fallen rubble, were they even on the ground floor?

The mohawked boy opened his mouth to ask what happened, but then he closed it. He didn’t need to ask. The situation was obvious; they were trapped. There didn’t look to be a way out, and with the way the forward wasn't seeking for a way, he had most likely checked already. Fudou’s eyebrows creased, but he did not move from his spot.]

We’re stuck here until help arrives, aren’t we.

[mohawkedpenguins]

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Put a ⁈ in my ask, I'll generate a number, and your character will walk in on mine...

19. Cleaning an old scar

[It really was annoying having a scar so far behind on your back, Fudou could barely reach it. For the past half hour he had struggled with the old wound on his back in front of the bathroom mirror, trying to make sure it stayed clean. It wasn't such a horrid thing to look at, but the jagged lines were not a reminder of a rough soccer game, he had gotten this off the field in a bout of stupidity; both on his side and the group of thugs he found. It was nothing to be proud of, and it annoyed him even more to have to spend so long cleaning the damn thing.

He clicked his tongue in irritation and he dropped his arms to let them stop aching for a minute. The boy could only hold that pose up for so long. That was when he spotted his teammate walk in the door, seemingly by accident.]

Hey, lend me a hand here. 

[Fudou's tone had its usual roughness, but it was a genuine request for help from his friend.]

[mohawkedpenguins]

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⚖ :Does your muse believe in reincarnation? An afterlife?

Who knows, my family wasn't too big on religion.

But I'd rather do something now rather than depend on something that happens after I die.