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[hweiota]

Kirby as Hypmic divisions (2/6)

Mad Trigger Crew ☆

sketch :)

[twiistedxwonderland]

@mtcmrhardcore : 

"That ain't what'cha say t'me at night." Samatoki PLEASE.

        “I will be sure to say it to you TONIGHT, however.”

[constellaris-a]

  @mtcmrhardcore​ :  "S'this payback fer chasin' boys away from ya?"

   “ It’s only fair ,  since you’ve always been protecting me .  Someone’s gotta weed out those that aren’t good enough for  Samatoki - sama ~ ”

[pyonpyonpyon]

@mtcmrhardcore replied to your post ““Guess we gotta get rid of Mister Samatoki’s...”:

"Try it, I'll kick yer ass."

“Shouldn’t I be saying that to you?”

[illdocurai]

@mtcmrhardcore​ asked:  "Heeeeey doc.~" Walking up behind the other, he wraps his arms around them, leaning forward a little to press a kiss to their cheek. "I'm back.~ That mission was like, so booring though." Huffing a bit, he pouts. "I missed you.~" Samatoki please, you were only gone for an hour, max. (Brainwashed AU lmao).

          At the call of their nickname, Jakurai had went on ‘alert’ as per usual.      But of course that familiar voice, followed by the hug and kiss, had Jakurai more at ease.

      “Was it now?”      Their monotone voice inquired.

“Missed me? You were not gone that long. . . “

[superbeaucoupdevisages]

@mtccrazym @mtcmrhardcore​

    EXCUSE RIO WHILE HE BOLTS UP TO HIS SAMATOKI AND JUST FUCKING KICKS HIM IN THE HEAD IN JUST THE RIGHT WAY HE GETS KNOCKED THE FUCK OUT.

    And Rio proceeds to toss his Samatoki over his shoulder and salute the other Samatoki before getting the fuck out of there.

[pyonpyonpyon]

"Oi." The Yakuza announces his presence as he walks up behind Ramuda. He wraps a scarf around his shoulders, the main colour matching the designer's jacket, with pink accents and hearts towards each end of the scarf. "Happy birthday ya gremlin. Keep it, toss it, put a personal touch on it, I don't give a fuck." He says, as if it was something cheap and not homemade.

"Hmm~?" Ramuda blinks, reaching up to feel the fabric of the scarf. Nice and soft and clearly not something bought from a store, based on the stitching and accents. He pulls the scarf up, just enough to cover his smile at something being handmade by someone else just for him.

"Ehh, but why would I ever toss it or change it when it's already super perfect~?" He giggles, rocking back on his heels as he looks up at Samatoki. "I beeeeet... that I can make a bunch of outfits look super duper good with this scarf~!"

[sharpedgeslikeglass]

Another day, another cigarette.

The smoke winding in sleek patterns as the air around it bade. The filter nestled between Towa's index and middle of his right hand. It was a few hours after opening, about 8pm when the painter had arrived at the bar he frequented called Roost.

The manager of the bar had just set him down a whiskey on the rocks over a crimson coaster with the bar's signature logo. A ram's head with two sets of horns. It was mostly uneventful at this time, Towa usually being one of the few around this time to get a drink during the week. But that was his life. Find things to entertain himself until he could head to Roost.

And to this he pressed the filter to his lips and inhaled. Sucking in a breath of air, he then released the ashen haze just below him.

@mtcmrhardcore