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[siyrus-blog]

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“ just wear the heelys, syrus. zoom to victory. ”

“   you   know   my   depth   perception   is   bad,   jay.   are   you   trying   to   get   me   killed   ?   wait   -   don’t   answer   that.   “

[chazzitup]

@kuribh  ::  

❝   do  you  know  what  knocking  is,   slacker  ?! ❞    after  finally  riding  himself  of  the  ojama  brothers,   he  might  have  been  a  little  more  snappy  then  usual.   the  stress  of  constant  annoyance  was  beginning  to  creep  up  at  him.    ❝  what’s  the  point  of  even  having  doors  if  you’re  going  to  enter  without  my  permission  anyway---   and  get  off  my  bed !  ❞ 

[kurobolt]

@kuribh​​  wrote  :    ‘  For Judai Yuki,  there was really no explainable method to his madness,  his brain a complete cornucopia of unrelated thoughts and ideas that seem to keep coming no matter how much his friends tell him to stop.  And it’s what brings him here   —   humming to himself as he makes his casual stroll down the hallway,  and backtracking backwards immediately as he comes across Jun.  With a grin,  he comes up behind him,  leans his chin against his shoulder without warning,  and tilts his head.   “  Whatcha doin?  ”  ’

jun is well-versed in judai’s rather  chaotic  ways,  by this point in time   —   how someone could be so carefree,  almost to a  fault,  honestly baffles him;  and though he would sooner lie still in a coffin than admit it,  he often finds himself somewhat  envious  of his friend’s open-heartedness.  he himself tends to be far more closed-off,  and rather  burdened  by his worries   &   insecurities,  and he has been for  so long,  he almost can’t conceptualize a life without them;  a life full of spirited spontaneity   &   cheerful  mindlessness.  

as much as he pretends to be  inconvenienced  by judai’s random drop-ins,  they are truly one of a handful of things that keep his life interesting.  still,  the sudden feeling of judai’s chin resting on jun’s shoulder takes the raven by surprise,  said shoulders  jumping  slightly upward   &   complexion getting impossibly  paler;  evidence that he’d been startled by the boy’s appearing  act.  normally,  he’d recognize judai’s aimless footsteps  wandering  about the dorms,  but he’d been absorbed in his studies,   blocking out  whatever didn’t relate to the information printed in his textbook or scripted in his notes.  

widened  black pearls narrow the moment jun remembers where   &   who he is,  a lack of amusement sculpted along his features with the precision of renaissance masters.  the inquiry that must be meant to  justify  the brunette’s sudden entrance has an  obvious  answer,  at least to the obelisk student.  but he’s aware of who he’s dealing with,   painfully so,   thus a roll of the eyes ensues as the initial answer.  

“  i’m  studying,  slacker,  ”   sneers the raven,  lower lip protruding vaguely   &   sculpted brow raising  critically,   “  have you forgotten what that is?  i wouldn’t be surprised.  ”  despite the biting sarcasm that drips  naturally  past his tongue,  jun still cannot deny the faint  scarlet  spreading at the apples of his cheeks.  he’s never dealt well with people coming so  close  to him like this,  let alone shamelessly initiating borderline  intimate  contact the way judai is now,  and tends to do often.  perhaps he will actually  kill  poor jun one day,  the shock cleaving his brain right in half.  

“  don’t touch me,  ”   he finally wheezes,  shifting enough to pull his shoulder from its  hook  beneath the other boy’s chin,   “  don’t you have something  better  to do?  or is bothering me your favourite hobby now?  ”

[kurobolt]

@kuribh​​  wrote  :    ‘  “  Hey.  Hey.  Hey.  Hey Jun.  ”  It could be forgiven if  someone  made the assumption that he was about to spew something nonsensical out of his constantly-running mouth.  But there’s that twinkle in his eyes,  a light endearment.  “  You know,  you’re one of my best friends.  You know that,  right?  Just checkin’.  ”  ’

jun is  trying  to sort through his deck,  his cards set before him in strategical arrays,  brain sorting through all the different possible combinations of their respective affects   &   attributes.  that’s when judai appears,  suddenly;  his voice  nagging  at the corners of jun’s productive mind,  effectively  derailing  his train of thought.  

the pale boy exhales  tightly  through his nostrils,  making his  annoyance  unmistakably clear.  “  do you  mind,  slacker?  i’m kinda bus—   ”  he notices that look in his friend’s eye,  cleaving his tirade right at that moment,  eliciting a curious silence from him.  so come those incredibly  affectionate  words,  and jun would be a  liar  if ever he claimed his chest didn’t tighten the slightest bit.  

pointedly ignoring his  pinkish  cheeks,  the raven-haired duelist huffs,  averting his gaze   &   trying,  rather pointlessly,  to focus on his deck once more.  “  yeah,  yeah,  ”  he mumbles,  slim fingers carefully plucking a particular card from his bedspread,  pretending to examine it so he doesn’t have to acknowledge the  soft  emotions judai’s words had introduced in him.  

“  i don’t think you’d let me forget that,  even if i tried.  now quit looking at my cards.  ”

[angelicyber]

kuribh replied to your post:  …   if  syrus  ends  up  in  the  infirmary ,   ...

“ i’m being super careful! ” ok jaden

“     jaden ,     not  to  be  the  bearer   of  bad  news ,     but  you  said  that  last  time ,     remember  ?     ”

[kurobolt]

@kuribh​  wrote  :    ‘  “  can someone please explain to me how i’m supposed to sleep for eight hours straight when i’m not even straight?  ”  ’

typical judai,  the statement   —   or,  inquiry,  rather   —   seems to come from absolutely nowhere.  manjoume almost swears judai’s mind is some kind of colourful  wasteland,  where nothing gets in   &  nothing gets out,  and it results in weird exchanges like this.  talking to the brunette is like opening up a book   &   starting on a random page,  sometimes.  

though he won’t admit it,  the raven-tressed does relate  pretty heavily  to what’s been said to him;  but it’s delivered in such an  embarrassing  way that he’d die before he claimed it,  especially  since it’s coming out of judai’s cursed mouth.  yet he finds himself obliging him,  of course,  because he  always  does,  for a reason unbeknownst to himself,  even.  perhaps if it weren’t for judai,  manjoume’s days would be a lot less interesting   . . .   he has to give him that,  at least.

dark eyes slowly roll toward where judai sits near him,  a lack of amusement portrayed  evidently  across manjoume’s smooth features.  “  i don’t think it works like that,  slacker,  ”  says the pale boy,  lips pulling into a bored line,  “   why  are you telling me that,  anyway?  like i ever thought you were straight.  ”  that part slips out,  and jun’s eyes widen at himself for a  split second  before he recovers,  clearing his throat.  like he  cares  whether the slacker is straight or not.    

“  also,  it’s pretty bold of you to  not  get a good night’s sleep when you’re always  late  to everything.  ”

     𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭  :    random text post starters.      𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬  :    still accepting!

[kuriibro]

@kuribh​ said:  "Oh, hey! It's another me! This is so sweet!"

“Awe yeah! - high-five me right now, other me!.”

[fiendeck]

she   crouches   beside   him,   arms   resting   against   her   knees   and   a   single   brow   arched.   her   smile   is   uncertain,   but   manages   to   rise   anyway,   almost   amused,   if   not   bewildered,   at   the   situation.   “you’re   very   much   alive.”   if   she’d   used   a   different   tone,   it   might   sound   like   she’s   teasing   him,   but   instead   it’s   a   simple   comment,   even   as   her   smile   begins   to   twitch   into   a   grin.   “for   now.   what...   are   you   doing   anyway?”   given   she’d   found   him   outside   the   slifer   dorm   and   not   in   gym   class,   she’d   guessed   someone   what   roped   him   into   training,   or   maybe   he   just   liked   pushing   himself   to   the   point   of   exhaustion.   “just   don’t   pass   out.”   is   her   more   serious   comment,   because   it’s   very   unlikely   she’ll   be   able   to   carry   him up   those   stairs   and   then   she’d   be   the   one   complaining.

                                                                                       @kuribh​​      //       “I’m DYING.”