#mxgicyxng

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Crown Clown: They look like they're going to do the do right there--

Megan: Do the do already

Megan: There's bound to be merit in there

Crown Clown: -coughs- I think there doing it right there--

Megan: ...I CAN'T BELIEVE I JUST SAID THAT

Clown Crown: nice pun~

Megan: I'm laughing so hard I can't breathe. THIS IS THE MERITOCRACY I SIGNED UP FOR

Megan: I'm so putting this on tumblr

Clown Crown: puns everywhere

[loyal-nerdlinger]

Hands Atsuro a box of macarons he baked with a small smile. "I'm not mean enough to shove ice down your shirt like I considered as payment for the cold can. So here, have these since I missed you."

“Ehehehe well if you did I would have deserved it.” he said taking the box.  “Thanks though I missed you too Hibiki.  Wanna come in?  I was about to go order lunch but I can order some food for both of us.”

[baskervilled-a]

(I’m watching you two. And this is what I pictured from what I saw on the dash just now. Sadly I don’t have a tablet orz.)

[baskervilled-a]

Bunnybiki : And that’s a Daichi and an Io recruited to meritocracy

Megan ◊ : Welcome to the Merit party guys

Megan ◊ : I'm your host, Hibiki Kuze--//shot

Bunnybiki : With a buffet of gourmet takoyaki

Megan ◊ : OMG YES

Megan ◊ : sponsored by JP's.

Bunnybiki : Paid for by Yamato--

Megan ◊ : Sponsored by Yamato Hotsuin

Megan ◊ : I must put this on tumblr--cause it sounds like a goddamn ballroom party in JP's

Bunnybiki : Pffffft

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Drabble Prompt: Hands - Bloody Work

Sometimes, when the boy wasn’t looking, Shizu couldn’t help but stare at Hibiki’s hands. They were smaller than his, softer and without callouses from years of holding brushes and pencils and carving tools. However, they were just as dainty. 

Long, nimble fingers.

Piano fingers they called them. Good for playing music.

Good for creating.

He absentmindedly wondered what they’d feel like in his own, only half focusing on the drink he was making--a simple coke and rum-- as he thought.

They’d probably be warm. Incredibly warm, just like the personality of the person they belonged to. Gentle, too. Hibiki was in medical school, after all, and doctors and nurses had to be gentle with their patients.

He chuckled at the irony of their situation, prompting a curious look or two from other patrons, Hibiki included.

A boy who wanted to save lives.

A man who wanted to take them.

No wonder their hands were so different.

As he handed off the drink to his customer, he wondered if perhaps one day, he could make it so that they’d both be the same.

[virtutis-meritum]

Hibiki hands Yamato a small box filled with milk chocolates lightly spiced with cinnamon. "Happy Valentines, Yamato!"

✚ | “…?” Purple eyes peered at the box Hibiki was holding. It was carefully wrapped and enclosed. Today—it was Valentine’s, right? Is this why the older teen had given the chief this small present? Gloved hands take the box in the other’s hand, and he stares at it with a small spark of confusion. “…This is for me? What is this?” Better teach him about this special day, Hibiki.

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mxgicyxng replied to your post:Where’s my white haired guy promoting law and God,...

I predict that to happen in one of the eventual SMT mainline games

I'm hoping for it! Or just one game or a spinoff. I want people to feel conflicted fighting against their law boyfriend.

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(Two siblings that are complaining about tall people.)