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[zettareaped]

@memoreaped​ asked: 

" Rindaman! Rinbro! Rinda-roni! " It's too late, Fret's already moved in and draped an arm over his shoulder, hip has already given him a playful bump and it's apparent he's setting some planned outing in motion before the other even has the proper time to respond. " Listen, hear me out, got these wicked cool seats for a concert coming into town and figured, who better to bring as my date? " / i throw this at your rindo

     Looking up from his phone, it was already too late. Fret had closed in and was draping himself across Rindo’s shoulder. He doesn’t pull away, however, used to the invasion of personal space from his friend. He can tell that Fret wants something, and if he had to think about it he probably wanted to drag him somewhere. This was usually how their hang outs happened. 

     “A concert?” He echoes, phone coming back up to quickly open up google, typing in what was going on around Shibuya soon. There was actually quite a few events that he didn’t even know about. Were there posters up that he just hadn't seen? 

     He was scrolling down the page of upcoming events to see what band was playing. It was one that he actually listened to, so there’s a bit of an excitement in hearing that Fret had tickets. 

     “You seriously got tickets?!” He asks, eyes turning now to fall to Fret’s face now, a smile starting to spread across his own. “I’ll go!” 

[comboskulls]

“   why  are  you  judging  me ??   ”

                                                           , @memoreaped 

                                               ❛  no judgement here , yo !  ❜  

FINGERS CURL into a fist as he pumps his arm into the air , enthusiasm right within his movements . he issues the first half of a fist - bump & his other hand dives into fret’s shoulder , ignorant of the strength he possesses . perhaps he’d do better not to stare in the future  .  .  .  fret may or may not have gotten the wrong impression . not his fault though . he was just thinking .

                  ❛  wha’s that you said before ? you ‘n me are alike , man .  ❜  

[telereaped]

@memoreaped​​ :

EAT EM' UP EAT EM' UP EAT EM' UP

          ❛ ... Reese’s Puffs, Reese’s Puffs — ❜

[simiasung-a]

" Try to remember ~ ! "

[zettareaped]

Affection Meme | Not Accepting

@memoreaped​ asked: 

[ lean ] - for receiver to lean in and press their forehead against sender’s forehead / what if i sneak this to rindude haha

     Some days, it’s harder than others. Remembering all of the times that he had failed, all of the ways that he had tried only to have crumbled from his hands like an ancient book falling apart at the first human touch in over a thousand years. Things were as they should be, it shouldn’t hurt as much as it did-- right? Those memories that only he kept now, of the realities that he’d changed, the times that he’d seen his friends get erased, seen them fail over and over. 

     They hadn’t impacted him as much during the Game simply because Rindo had been so focused on getting them through to see the next day that he hadn’t stopped to really think about the repercussions until it had been too late. He still had to live with the haunting memories that only the faintest glimmers of ghosts shared with him when he slept. 

     It had been one of those nights when Fret was staying over that Rindo was jolting awake with a gasp, the shaking in his hands as the anxiety was taking over spreading up his arms and to his shoulders. Brown eyes were wet, lashes clumped together as staccato breathes manage to barely leave his lungs and past his lips. 

     “Rindude?” 

     It seems that his jolt from the nightmare woke Fret up, and Rindo was practically curling in on himself as he was trying to calm down, only finding it harder and harder to do so. 

     “Sorry -- I just--” the words are barely able to leave his lips before there was a dip in the bed as Fret was moving to join him, a hand gently resting on his arm. That touch is what does it for him, and Rindo was slowly leaning in against the other as he feels the arm wrap around him. The wetness around his eyes seemingly grows as he was trying to hide his face. 

     “I...It just kept happening -- I couldn’t--” 

     “Hey, hey, Rindo-- Look at me, man. I’m right here--” 

     It was at those words that Rindo was picking his head up, moving to gently knock his forehead against Fret’s, a slow and shaky sigh leaving him, eyes squeezing closed as he lets the touch start to calm him, lets it start to sink in that he wasn’t alone again, that the people that he cared about weren’t gone never to be reached again outside of his own memories. 

[telereaped]

@memoreaped said shoka should kiss fret

          ❛ Ugh, this is so dumb. I feel like a little kid. ❜   Shoka's scowling from her place draped over Fret's back, arms hooked loosely around his neck even as she buries her face into him.

          After years of walking through them, she's still not quite used to not walking into people —— which meant when she had bumped into the person on the stairs at Spain Hill, the tumble she'd taken had been kind of rough. The skinned knees and skinned palms she could handle; it's the twisted ankle that had been the biggest problem. Legs hugged around Fret’s hips, the ankle in question dangles loosely at his side, mocking her with each painful throb it gives.

          It isn’t all bad, though, she thinks. Not really. Her arms tighten their hold on him just a little as she unburies her face from his back, thankful he can’t see the pink in her cheeks or the soft smile that curves her lips.

          ❛ Hey ... Fret? ❜     She shifts on his back, wincing a little as her ankle gives another throb, but tilts her head to leave a lipstick stain on his cheek.     ❛ ... Thanks. ❜

[skullreaped]

          ❛ Hells yeah, dat’s what I’m talkin’ about! ❜     His enthusiasm is all-encompassing as he watches Fret perform his first successful ollie —— a task the two have been hard at work attempting to accomplish for the better part of the afternoon.     ❛ At this rate, you’s gonna be skatin’ circles ‘round me in no time, yo. ❜  //  @memoreaped ♡