#polymentis

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Meme | Accepting!

My opinion on;

Character in general: They’re all hella cool tbH AND THEY’RE HANDSOME TOO, I DIEHow they play them: In love with your writing, I’m addicted to it pls save meThe mun: You seem verY COOL AND I’M sO SHY AND AWKWARD BUT YOU COOL 

do i;

Follow them: Oh yeah B)Rp with them: Yup!!Want to rp with them: Who wouldn’t want to is the questionShip their character with mine: Not yeeeetttt, but I see some good shit 👌👌

what is my;

Overall opinion: EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU IS AWESOME AND PERFECT AND I’M SCREAMING

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty.

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@polymentis | starter call

"You seem handsome enough, wanna hook up and keep me entertained for a while?" Kou sat down beside the other male, staring at him with a sly smirk on his face. The evening had gone by pretty slowly. If nothing happened soon, he'd probably bury himself out of pure boredom. Feeling the need of physical touch, he simply picked out the nearest person around, which so happened to be a male with a rather attractive face.

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Hand slammed the smaller male against the nearest wall, hazel gaze staring down on him “A bet is is a bet, Shouta.” he was unimpressed but not surprised at the other’s arguments of disagreement. he wouldn’t have it today though.

“You’re gonna be the bottom bitch tonight whether you like it or not.”

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@polymentis liked for a starter

By pure accident the black and white ball shoots at the other who for his bad luck was not facing his way. The kick was, more or less, a bit off.

Oops. 

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Have you had breakfast today?

      x @polymentis x

The rain fell in a thick drape of droplets, resonating with a soothing whisper against his umbrella, as he stood under the shelter of a massive tree. For a second, the young brunet thought that some people are so precious to the universe that even the sky cries when it loses them. He wondered if that was the case with the man that was now buried good feet under ground and then let his hand reach out of the protection of the umbrella. He felt the cold tears of the clouds and smiled to himself, thinking that this must have been the case. 

When he looked up, he could see a pair of eyes scrutinising him; the boy. He didn’t know his name; he did not have any clue why he was there, attending the funeral of an unknown man; but he liked the feeling of being close to someone on their last road; he felt like he knew them and he could write about them. The rumor that brought him there was a sad one; a boy younger than him was going to bury his parent at such a fragile age. “I am sorry...”, he whispered in his mind, before to turn around and start to walk out of the graveyard.