Sep 29, 2014
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do u ever think back to that trial and just go… damn I almost got my sister killed…
WHERE DID YOU EVEN COME FROM
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nanxika replied to your post:ツ
do u ever think back to that trial and just go… damn I almost got my sister killed…
WHERE DID YOU EVEN COME FROM
whaleislandkid replied to your post:whaleislandkid replied to your post:The whole...
hands you a snickers
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onii-chan pls chill
nanxika replied to your post:nanxika replied to your post: So the one who...
okay fine just this once you have permission to be mean all you want
nanxika replied to your post: So the one who punched him had done it after...
don’t be mean to onii-chan??
He broke my nose because he got mad at Kurapika.
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'YOU BELIEVED'????? PUNK WHAT IF HE DIDNT
Then he'd never trust Kurapika again.
art!
Friendship through kicking soccer balls at peoples’ faces!!
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It was of pure chance (and luck, if he might add) that Yukiteru had a class with Yuno. It had been too long...far too long since he had been by her side. However due to certain events involving him turning into a blubbering mess and the school bell he was not able to talk to her let alone gasp out a "hello".
Fortune worked out in his favor in the end however, as he strategically placed himself in a seat just a few paces away from her seat, right behind a ravenhaired girl probably a year his junior.
He was appalled at how doll-like the particular female looked, with her porcelain skin, bright eyes and silky, ivory black hair. He would've have even gone as far as to call her "cute" if not for the fact that she reminded him a little bit too much of one particular troublemaker who nearly had him killed a few months ago.
Of course, he had let bygones be bygones blaming the incident on the poor child's lack of parental supervision and his untimely participation in the survival game...but nonetheless..!
"Alright all of you! Take out your textbooks and turn to page 121..."
Yukiteru turned to the page absentmindedly, a free hand twirling his mechanical pencil. Words from his professor went inside of one ear and went out the other. All he could think of was how to properly approach Yuno...
A smile graced his features as an idea came to him. It was rather risky, considering Hope Peak Academy's strict faculty, but he would have to rely on Lady Luck for now. He quickly scribbled out a message in neat handwriting and poked the ravenhaired girl in front of him with the note. He whispered, so that only she would hear.
"Please give this to the pinkette in front of you. Sorry to be a bother, just don't let the professor see you alright?" He leaned back in his chair, pleased that he was able to pass it on without any problems. Just a few seconds later however...
"AMANO!"
Looks like he spoke too soon.
Yukiteru let out a squeak and covered his face with his hands. The next thing he knew his professor had pointed at him with an accusing finger and a stony glare, earning the attention of all his classmates.
"I saw that Amano.You! Bring it up here!"
He pointed at the girl Yukiteru had passed the note onto. He sent a concerned and guilty expression her way, muttering an apology while he's at it. It was over. Everything was over. Come lunchtime everyone would be laughing at the sappy note he sent Yuno, and he gotten an innocent girl in trouble on top of that.
His hands formed a prayer like position as he silently willed- no wished for anyone to get him and the girl out of this mess. ANYONE.
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Strawberries, she decides, would be a cause for concern if there ever was one.
In part, she believes it wouldn't be proper for her to attempt to hoard all of them, for various reasons in the matter of proper social conventions, but...on the other hand...how so very tempting it was to venture out into and indulge into aspects of her gluttony.
Girl stares down at the box of them situated in the fridge, contemplation evident upon her features.