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ishlda replied to your post:ishlda replied to your post:outofrun.exe: { drum...

[ a FUCKINNG„„ PICCOLO TRUMPET ]

outofrun.exe: { YES

FUCKING YES

MY LIFE IS COMPLETE. }

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ishlda replied to your post:outofrun.exe: { drum major mondo oowada is the...

IM SO SA D what would chihi be we need the entire band together ]

outofrun.exe: { CHIHIRO WITH A CLARINET, OR A TRUMPET. TINY LITTLE TRUMPET. }

[fuukiin]

"I hadn't realized that Kyoudai and his gang were in this game as well! What a wonderful night this is turning out to be!"

[fuukiin]

"It is five minutes until my birthday comes to a close for another year. I wanted to take the time to thank everyone who spoke to me today. I have wonderful friends who I would not trade for anything in this entire world. It had been nothing short of an honor to have met each and every one of you. You've all made this the best birthday I could have ever asked for, and I am eternally grateful."

[fuukiin]

my-aniki:

"Oy, hall monitor, open the fuckin’ door!" Mondo slammed his fist into the wood, shaking most of the wall along with it. "We got some fuckin’ halls that need some monitorin’! Thought you’d be the one to ask! So get yer ass out here!"

Even a fool could tell Ishimaru had something strange going on. Instead of stomping around in his military boots, accusing people of rulebreaking and giving boisterous speeches about order and effort and justice, he’d been shockingly quiet for the last few days. He ate at the most faraway table possible, shoveling down as much as he could stomach and bolting before Mondo could even finish filling his plate. He always looked down at his toes and his mouth stayed in a perfectly flat line.

And now, he hadn’t even come out for meals.

"Seriously, hall monitor, I’m gonna smoke a cig out here if ya don’t stop me!" Mondo hollered, pounding on the door with one hand.

In the other, he held a little bento box.

For Kiyotaka, it was only natural for him to avoid those who would notice his situation. In a school like Hope's Peak, where he shared every class with the same sixteen students day after day, that narrowed it down to roughly everyone he would come in contact with. So, naturally, he distanced himself from everyone. Of course, he attended to his duties and obligations, but with much less vigor and enthusiasm than those around him had come to expect of his character. Honestly, he thought he'd been doing a rather good job of it himself, that was until--of all people--Mondo decided it would be a good time to slam his fists against his door. The prefect sighed, moving from the desk where he'd been perfectly content to simply sit and complete his work, to the door with the loud delinquent nearly threatening to break it down. Slowly, hesitantly, he opened it, peeking out from the other side; eyeing Mondo with a hint of suspicion. "Oowada-kun, you're going to disturb the other students. Please...if you need my attention, I would prefer if you found some other way to obtain it."

[fuukiin]

Mondo Oowada

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