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dont make a mess of our apartment partner-san

“Don’t worry, the apartment will be alright! I’m not going to bring some incarnate of evil to life while I’m cooking.” He could do that for kicks some other time.

#foolinthefog #that sounds so reassuring karma}}#;;ic

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Firo let out a yawn as he exited the apartment building. He’d felt a little stir crazy just sitting in that apartment, any more bored and he would probably start taking the place apart. No doubts about it. Well it wasn’t as bad as Alcatraz was. At least he didn’t get to find out what solitary was like full term. But Jeez, he really felt the cabin fever setting in. Heck, he’d even be willing to contact the idiot with his puns and that would be more interesting than sitting around admiring wallpaper. He didn’t have enough to hit the casinos, maybe he’d offer to play bouncer again for all it was worth.

Firo was off in his own thoughts for a bit before noticing that someone was on the same road as him. This time of day the roads were deserted so it was pretty awkward to just keep walking quietly. He pegged the guy at about seventeen or eighteen. Definitely taller, probably a cake-eater to some extent, certainly he was handsome enough for the bit. He figured it’d probably be best to keep on walking and just ignore the guy. But he was feeling a bit feisty from boredom.

“You goin’ my way?” he finally shouted out to the young man. By which he meant, ‘Looks like we’re going the same direction, wanna chat? ’

#foolinthefog #(out n about)

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“ Leader - Sama ” ♪ [ hate you -- 0:30 - 0:38 ]

What my muse thinks of the way yours texts: Makes it easier for him to understand, since he doesn’t use too much shorthand.

How quickly my muse responds to your texts: Whenever he gets around to it; sometimes quickly, sometimes it takes him a few hours.

How often our muses text: Casually; Sho usually engages it asking him questions by using pictures since he’s pretty illiterate.

How often our muses call: More often; almost always Sho in need of an answer to how to get somewhere or what something says.

Does my muse purposefully miss calls from yours: No, but it’s usually Minazuki who answers.

Last text to your muse:

[ message ] ok but rly wats this say[ attachment ] image.png

#foolinthefog #x [ contacts; ]#x [ headcanon; ]

ツ

[ you were in the damaged hallway, weren’t you? ]

#foolinthefog #x [ online; ]

BATTLE!!!!!!!!!!

Send me “BATTLE!”, and I’ll fill out the following for you if I was going against you.

VS.

Battle Theme: Is this cheating?Battle intro: Wait, I really have to fight you?! Alright, but go easy on me.Victory: You sure didn’t hold back at all. But it’s my victory anyway.Defeat: As expected from my partner... Looks like I still can’t beat you.Assist: Is it my turn?! Yosuke incoming!Taunt: Sister Complex Kingpin of Steel was it? Surprisingly fitting, heh... Wait, I didn’t just say that!Reacting to Taunt: Ouch... Even though we’re buddies that one still hurt.Tie: I’m glad to know we’re still equals...!Perfect Victory: You okay there, partner? Did you let me win this one?

#battle meme #I'm totally cheating on the themes and I'm sorry #foolinthefog

[ foolinthefog ]

“ Well, I’m off, then. I’ll be back later. ”

As odd as it was to be informing someone of his comings and goings, it seemed to be a common courtesy now that he happens to be living with someone. Someone he doesn’t really particularly care for in the slightest, but since he isn’t quite ready to go revealing Souji to Izaya just yet, it’s best not to walk out without saying anything and enticing him to follow.

Adjusting the bags in his hand, he opts to throw it behind his back and carry it with his wrist resting against his shoulder, much like how Doujima usually carried his jacket. It’s more comfortable that way, he decides. Though he wouldn’t be needing them, he shoved an extra set of clothes in the bag -- another deter against Izaya, and also to cover the leftover dinner he brought. He knows enough that Orihara is a nosy son of a bitch, and if he makes it like he’s off to see a woman, there will be no questions.

A quick glance to his watch, and then Adachi is off, shuffling down the balcony to get down to the floor beneath and scout out Souji’s room number. This place was way too big for this kind of shit on a daily basis, that was for sure. He’d have to learn to trust his roomie around his little pet eventually. What a shame.

It takes him about fifteen minutes to find the right room, and after triple - checking, he simply lets himself in without bothering to knock. No point making him get up if he isn’t feeling well ( there are times when he is complacent and forgiving ), after all. “ Souji - kun, I’m here. ”

#[ sorry this late and not yesterday #[ blows u kisses 2 make it up to u #foolinthefog #( thread. )#( v: main. )

To: Partner Subject: Ugh.

[ message ] I can’t decide if I’m pleased to be stuck with this tool or if it’s killing me slowly. [ message ] His flirting attempts are making me sick to my stomach, and no matter how good his cooking is, I’m about to throw it all back up every time he looks at me like that. [ message ] It’s a real shame the TVs don’t work the same way here as they did back home.

#foolinthefog #( phone. )#( v: main. )#[ leaves this here.