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[uurameshii-a]

[ The Breakfast Club Group Verse -- Open ]

“What the fuck are you lookin’ at, huh? Geez, never seen a guy light a cigarette before?” It was one thing to light a cigarette in the library, but it was another to light it using his shoe of all things. 

[digiitalis]

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“Just cats, I’m afraid. Even foxes have their moments of clumsiness.” Kurama strove to be graceful and careful, but he was only (sort of) human, and thus was not perfect. Youko too, had not been perfect, but anyone who said so suffered the pain of death.Thankfully for Kazuma, Kurama as he was now was able to admit his embarrassing short comings. 

Such as tripping down the walk-way stairs on the way to Kazuma’s home. Thank goodness Hiei was nowhere in the vicinity. 

“Have you seen those videos they play on nature specials? Of foxes diving head first into snow? That gives you an idea.”

[spiritreapur-blog]

@mulberriesandkittens​  made plans with me ~ [ ✌ ]

          ❝ Kuwabara, where are you taking me, exactly ?? ❞

     It wasn’t as if she had much planned for her weekend, but when Kuwabara had      called her out, she was curious. As far as she knew, he wasn’t on any odd case,      no more then Yusuke wasn’t, maybe he just wanted to catch up ?? They hadn’t      been in much contact, but her business had kept her busy && in spirit world. 

     Maybe they were just having a friendly get together, work aside. 

[uurameshii-a]

[ @mulberriesandkittens ]

A strained groan escaped the ex-detective's lips, his eyes fluttering open the moment he felt sunlight hit his face. Fuck, the sun was beaming and the birds were chirping so damn loudly. Where the hell was he anyway? He blinked once or twice, attempting to adjust to his surroundings, but he was met with the sight of the blue sky and a heaviness on his chest.

"What the fuck... Where the hell am I?" He attempted to sit up, but whatever weighed him down was a hell of a lot heavier than he thought. His eyes traveled down to find the source of the weight, only to be met with a familiar face. "...What the-- Kuwabara?!"

Why the hell was Kuwabara lying on top of him like dead weight? Had something happened to him?

Fuck. His head was pounding...

"Damn it, Kuwabara, wake the fuck up!" He scowled, summing up whatever energy he had to shove the redhead off of him. 

[hopeless-healer]

@mulberriesandkittens

Well, her day hadn't been very productive. For hours she had played until her fingers seemed like they would fall off, but nobody seemed to be interested in her songs. Maybe four people had tipped her...

It looked like Imogen was having disappointment for dinner.

With a frustrated sigh, Imogen packed up her guitar and slung it over her shoulder. The sun was setting, and it was taking its warmth with it. She could feel goosebumps raising her skin, and began to quicken her pace towards her warm home.

Unfortunately, home would have to wait.

A familiar orange head of hair caught her eye. It was the guy that always gave her money when she played. What was his name? Kuwahara?

Regardless of whether she had his name right or not, he seemed to be in trouble. Backed into a corner and facing a group of thugs. And they were closing in on him.

Did she know the situation? No. But would that stop her from getting involved?

Apparently not.

Imogen closed the distance between them and leapt onto the asshat closest to her. She landed on his back and, though she had planned on her unexpected weight bringing him down, he simply threw her off of him.

"The fuck?" He questioned, roughly grabbing her by her arm and pulling her to her feet.

"You must be real tough. Jumping a guy like this," she spat even though she absolutely did not have the upper hand.

"I guess you're gonna see how tough we are when we beat your ass, too." His grip on Imogen's arm tightened, and he yanked her closer to him.

Well, this sure as hell wasn't the smoothest rescue, huh?

Sorry, Kiwibara.