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[inaban-soccer-blog]

An Informational Bar Visit

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Daisuke wasn’t sure how he came across the bar, or even where it was, but the outside held a bit of charm, and he didn’t have anything better to do, so he went right on in.

"Hey, I’m new here,” he said, taking a seat at the counter, “do you serve soda?“

[flamboyantphotographer-blog]

Short starters ; closed w/ guardiantender.

@guardiantender || Liked for a starter 📷❤

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Stefano picks out another large art history book and places into the hands of the man beside him, humming as he threw a few hard covers into the mix... The library was a magnificent place,

"You are such a dear for doing this... I will have to pay my appreciations later-- Ah! For now, hold this."

--another heavy book is placed on the pile.

[hxrasho-blog]

@guardiantender

[ ★ ]—— Against her better judgement, Eli decides to make a detour in one of the stores on her way home from work, feeling especially exhausted tonight. The thought of making herself coffee or other strong drinks slipped her mind when she closed her cafè shop, so now she’s stumbling in a new place she never saw before, facing a bartender guy she’d never seen before either. It’ll be fine. Just a drink and then she’s going to wheel her way home no problem.

      “Good evening, sir,” she greets politely. “I’d like something warm that can give me a bit of energy. Coffee is good, but a drink with chocolate in it would be even better.”

[healiingmind-blog]

↳ @guardiantender

❛ A late night customer.. I rarely get those. What can I get you? Although, I should warn you - I don’t server alcohol at my restaurant.  ❜

[lancerofclay]

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The arrows are everywhere, and Enkidu’s learned of their danger. After several unpleasant experiences that nearly ended in no less than two self-destructions they learned about the antidote and swore to protect anyone else from the indignity of it all. 

It was time for revenge. Their right arm was a blade. Their left little more than a club. They swung with abandon, knocking Cupids out of the air left and right. 

Apparently they were not alone in their quest for revenge. There was someone else fighting the good fight. They slammed one of the damnable sprites into the ground in front of their ally to announce their presence. “Did you need some help?” 

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The recognizable stench of alcohol fills his nose. He tilts his head towards the source, half expecting to find Misato chugging down another beer. There was no woman with a can, only a man with sharp features who looks down upon him. Quickly, Shinji turns his attention elsewhere, hoping the male didn’t catch onto his glance.

This is all your fault, Misato, if you weren’t such an alcoholic I wouldn’t be in this situation.

There’s no way his guardian would be able to hear him, but it didn’t stop him from complaining internally. To ensure the man wouldn’t try to start up a conversation with him, he proceeds to walk quickly away. If he’s at a far enough distance, it would be useless for him to utter a single word. 

[sensoinu-blog]

i can't believe kaz is still gay for big boss i mean never mind.

“Big Boss is a true monster and he deserves to be eradicated from this world.”

「also kaz」why’d he abandon me?!?!?!?!?

[sensoinu-blog]

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Weather should not be an abstract idea; it should be tangent, visible, and predictable. Yet, in this city, weather is a mere concept that invites itself into this world on whim. As if the being(s) of this place had weather as an afterthought. Perhaps so, or perhaps not - it is possible that those scientist(s) who greeted Kazuhira is merely toying with his understanding of reality among the other experiments in testing.

Kazuhira has not studied meteorology enough to a determine high pressure system from a low one. Although, he has gained enough experience to predict an oncoming storm through the strength of the wind, the humidity in the air, and the daunting, dark clouds over head. Storms in the most desolate regions of the world were always hit worse by mother nature. Living in the middle of the ocean for over a decade of his life has taught him this.

Unfortunately, this city gave no warning to the rainstorm that occurs this very moment. While the occupants of the city flee from the discomfort of the change in weather, Kazuhira sits on a park bench, his clothes becoming further saturated with rain water as the second click by. The man seems neither content or disturbed by the strange weather, and yet the mere sight of him is depressing.