#nelcu

[dietsora]

@nelcu

[txt]: Hey Neku

[txt]: soooo you seem to know a lot about this gay stuff

[txt]: have you ever kissed a boy?

[txt]: just curious I'm not asking for any particular reason!!

[crownshattered-a2]

" Well now you just sound dirty, Neku~ "

@nelcu

[the-composer]

I heard that you can't jump.

Outrageous slander. I've evolved beyond the need to jump. If you'd had taken my offer, you could be this cool, too.

[floweringeclipse]

// @nelcu​ has to put up with iris sleeping on him like a cat when all he wants to do is play games. RIP the blood flow in his legs i guess

[groovepawn]

🌻 @nelcu liked for a starter! 🌻

She exhales a sigh and shakes her head a bit, (playful) disappointment apparent on her visage. “Even at 23, you still refuse to take proper care of your clothes.” She reaches in her handbag, pulling out a needle and thread. The hem on his sleeveless shirt was fraying; lucky for him, it wasn’t a mend that required him to strip this time. Making short work of the problem, she begins threading the needle skillfully in and out the fabric. 

“If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a million times, Neku Sakuraba.” Another sigh. Some things never change! Herself included.

[joshvakiryu]

{/booty call}

   Joshua stretched over the arm rest of the white linen couch, his arms reaching toward the juke box machine. His bones popped with a satisfying sound. The sigh that trailed through his nose was long, relieved, ending with his lips curving upwards into a cat-like grin. 

   He’d forgotten how fragile a human body could be.

   Once he was sitting upright again, his thumb slid across the touch screen of his phone to where it lay upon to a drafted message for none other than: Neku Sakuraba. Joshua had considered, for a solid thirty seconds, leaving the young man alone to enjoy his day off. However, Sundays were so dreadfully dull. 

   Joshua was... lonely, to say the least.

   “Neku, dear,” he typed. “won’t you come to the Dead God’s Pad for some quality time?” 

   He attached an image of himself that he had taken minutes prior: a shot taken from his nose down to his jutting pelvic bones. The Composer was shirtless, baring tight, pale skin for Neku to see. 

   “I’m waiting.”

[fuchsrox]

Neku is very much judging the alternate that is flirting with his boyfriend, one brow twitching as he crosses his arms. You might wanna watch what you say around him, dude.

[crownshattered-a2]

@nelcu replied: move towns

" Good idea! I'll just go back to Erasing Shibuya and move on to the next town! Excellent suggestion, Neku~ "