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Happy Birthday || @karxsu

A small bundle of carefully wrapped gifts tucked in the crook of one arm, while his other free hand held balanced a huge and ornately decorated box containing the gooiest, most appetising looking chocolate cake he could find--Makoto was forced to use his foot in order to knock at the door of the other male’s apartment. 

Patiently, he waits until the tap of scurrying footsteps increase in volume and finally stop, before inhaling a deep breath and, once the door open, thrusts the cake box forward exclaiming a very loud--

“Happy Birthday Yata kun!”

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mini || @karxsu

To: Yata kun

From: Tachibana Makoto

[text] Hey you up to anything this Tues?

[text] I’m free all day if you wanna hang out I bought one of those chocolate fondues for really cheap 👌 👌 👌 ! 

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❣ ❣ ❣  || @karxsu

While it was usual for Valentine’s day to highlight the more romantic side of people, never before had Makoto witnessed so many emphatic vows of true love being declared at one time! Everywhere he turned, people were professing their deepest feelings and, for the most part, getting brutally rejected! There was definitely something fishy in the air and he didn’t plan on hanging around long enough after his trip to the store purchasing ingredients promised to his guest to find out more!

Safely retreated in the confines of his hut for now (and blissfully unaffected by the waves of infatuation) Makoto awaited the arrival of said friend more anxiously that normal. Maybe the shenanigans set in place by the scientist had him on edge, or maybe, he just felt plain stupid not checking dates on his calendar before sending that text invitation out. It had been too late to take it back by then, besides, Valentine’s could be celebrated with friends too right?

The tapping at the door came just in time as he’d finished setting everything out in small bowls around the kitchen table, the fondue set acting as the glorious centrepiece. Quickly, he rushed to the door and flung it open, motioning the other indoors before anything weird happened to him as well.

“Hey how’s it going?”

“You can head over to the kitchen if you want, it’s all set up.”

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Surfs Up || @karxsu

Arriving at the agreed upon meeting spot a while before the appointed hour, Makoto took advantage of the leftover time available once he’d hired a board and boots to refresh his moves and board down some of the novice level ramps before his expected company showed up. Ever since earlier that morning he’d been swimming in a giddy haze enveloping him, like a little kid waking up on Christmas day. He really did enjoy these types of activities and it was the first time in months that he feels the tensions of life in captivity lift from his shoulders. Today, he’s determined, was going to be fun.

One boot still clipped onto his board while the other, loose foot dragged him over to a free space at the base of the skiing slopes, he let himself fall back and sink into a soft mound of snow. A quick glance at his wrist watch indicates that Yata’s appearance should be imminent, propping himself onto his elbows to inspect the area for signs of his new acquaintance. When a vivid red  popped out from the icy landscape, his eyes brightened and a hand shot up into the air to greet the other male with a beaming grin.

“Yata, over here!” Free hand cupping around his mouth to amplify the volume of his voice over the drone of other citizen’s chattering, Makoto pushed himself up off the snow, patting the crystallised flakes off his clothes while waiting for the other to join him. 

“You made it! Were you able to get everything you needed ok?”

[bethawke-blog]

“I will always step in between you and something like that.” indignant little bro time

protective starter meme | accepting 

“Oh, Misaki.” Bethany smiles sadly and cups the temperamental younger man’s cheek; it’s an odd feeling to be the one providing the affection instead of receiving it. Was this how Garrett felt, hoping the weight of his love and loyalty could be conveyed with one small touch of the hand?

She sees the set determination in her friend’s face, and the mage finds herself unable to watch it break. I’ll never let you suffer for me, she wants to say. You have an entire life ahead of you. I won’t let you break yourself for me, sits on the tip of her tongue. I won’t fail you like I have everyone else, young one.

Bethany summons a comforting lie instead. “I know you would, Misaki. But I don’t intend to get into situations where you have to.”

[borninexile-blog]

As refreshing as the plants in his ‘district’ are, though they’re oddly sentient, Jiriki can never fully escape the knowledge that this is no true forest, but an underground network. Loathe as he is to return to the oppressive metallic overworld, the memories of the fight in the tunnels of forgotten Asu’a with Utuk’ku are far too recent to stay trapped below the earth for long. Besides, he must still gain an understanding of this world he’s now a part of.

So it’s with uncharacteristic reluctance that the Sitha is once more in Hive City itself, feeling oddly constrained in the clothes provided to him; the witchwood armor isn’t made for wandering a city, and he won’t risk something happening to it in case he needs it later on. All in all, this experience is tiresome and only makes him wish to return to his people left somewhere in the world of Osten Ard. Do they know he’s missing? Will they somehow find themselves here as well?

But he has more immediate questions than the fate of the Zida’ya army.

Namely, what that is.

“Excuse me, manchild,” Jiriki asks of a passing human, turning inquisitive golden eyes on a redhead youth  — he feels a pain of missing for Seoman, though he forces the feeling aside for the moment  — “Do you have a moment to answer a question for me?” 

Something about the Sitha’s air of patience suggests this isn’t merely an empty formality, and that he’ll accept it if the boy says no.

@karxsu

[stoleurbf]

“You know what sucks? EVERYTHING.”

“You’re way too drunk, guy. So they didn’t have pretzels. We can BUY pretzels at the store.”

[charisnigma-blog]

“fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”

“Me? I wouldn’t say I’m the one with the problem here. See, I am not the one responsible for the death of another. I was the proxy, but you pulled the trigger. The answer was ‘death’, by the way—a very appropriate failure, I’d say. Requiescat in pace, you poor soul.”