#gemugambit

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gemugambit has entered the ring!

"Naegi! How are you this evening?"

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gemugambit replied to your post: “I dislike that you're so damn pretty and cute no stop that.”:

that wasnt anon

[[★]] i dont think she meant for it to be

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@ mukuro hey listen whenever youre done getting your brains fucked out by frosty the snowman dont worry about our meetup that was supposed to be tonight or anything its really not a big deal

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@makoto

wh shit. naegi, I completely forgot that was today after we changed the date. legit i fuck and what's that supposed to mean??

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[[★]] gemugambit I WAS SO SLEEPY I FORGOT YOU WERE A TALENTSWAP IM SO SORRY BAE

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gemugambit replied to your post:"we agreed to just be able to talk about in...

I don’t understand

she's written five large paragraphs to this person and I'm still not sure what's going on

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gemugambit replied to your post: “[[★]] ...is it at all possible to tag harem talk?? because tbh it....”:

tbh i get squicked about it too

[[★]] Hhhhh //pets you//

Tbh I'm just. Too jealous and needy to handle it oop. And also various personal experiences make me wary.

If other people want to do it, that's completely fine. I just. Don't really want any part in it myself.

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gemugambit replied to your post:Hagakure’s character mostly is built around the...

junpei iori

ALSO TRUE

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• gemugambit

Where is it. Where the hell is it.

Hands sifted and pushed through the various bottles of Fanta and Coke. Mukuro’s face was the pinnacle of determined. This was the closest shop to her; it had to have it. All she needed was that one glimpse of luminous green plastic, and she’d be happy.

She’d already asked the guy at the counter-— Ayato, his name was. Said they were getting a stock in tomorrow. Tomorrow. That’s not today. That’s a problem. So here she is; sifting through shelves incessantly, just looking for one bottle of Mountain Dew.

Then, she saw it. Her eyes stayed fixed on the person. He was holding what seemed to be the last bottle of Mountain Dew.

No. No.. Why.

She hadn’t realised how intently she’d been staring at the bottle, but now she just looked weird. Standing close to the ahoged boy and squinting; hands fidgeting with the hem of her skirt as her cheeks puffed. She hadn’t even caught on to how familiar the boy looked.