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[factoring-hectopascals-blog]

It was then that Sho awoke, in front of each person that replied to the post individually so that they could make the decision between Shibuya or some other place! "...Where the factor am I?" The mathematician rubbed his eyes and got up, looking pretty thuglike. He actually had a gun. Somewhere on his person. Probably in the same place he carried that loud-ass megaphone. SOMEWHERE YOU DIDN'T KNOW ABOUT.

[megamicahboo]

I hate drawing Matt so much and I don't understand why anymore augh

I just

????

Matt you need to think about your clothing choices and get some normal colored pants.

[wakelessdream]

Findings | Neku & Matt

He seemed reminiscent—lost in the plethora of thoughts as bodies and the District's marvels gradually passed his sights. Neku didn't have a destination at this point, though kept Cat Street at the peak of his mind. He certainly hadn't paid a visit there in a while-- three weeks to be precise. Perhaps a quick stop at the small café comfortably situated at the corner of the street was obligatory. With Towa Records now in the perimeter, the inevitable chains of music resonating from the structure was becoming apparent. With no need for headphones at the moment, he hung them around his neck as his head unnoticeably bobbed to the beat.

As steps proceeded closer and closer, something was added to the generic sound; A live performance? Neku's movement came to a momentary standstill, his eyes on the look out for the guitarist. His ears were drawn toward the crown of the building... which was a bit peculiar? A step was taken back, eyes focusing toward the sound. To his utter surprise, the figure of a familiar-looking human was sitting at the top of Towa, strumming an acoustic guitar... Wait, was this...?

[papiliocantus]

increasing-creativity // insecurus-suidicium // kikoerukid

Shibuya monochromes (sometimes just semi-monochromes, though) walking into the VT shop was seemingly the norm by now. Takumi was more than happy to help the customers add a splash of vibrant color to their lives, though, and to that end, she would greet them all with the same radiant aura as they walked in the door.

"Hello, fresh pastels, how are you doing today? Can I help you find anything you're looking for, or would you prefer to browse?"