#psypad

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[group text to: ★TOOOORU★, dino nerd kei!!!!: ] I DON’T KNOW IF I SHOUOLD GO TO THE GALA OR NOT IM NOT PREPARED :((((((((((( 

@grandkingtoru, @psypad  

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psypad respondeu a sua foto “Pizza, Noiz’s bratty rabbit that eats everything and Frog, the...”

Those names are false advertisement

UM? Excuse?

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psypad replied to your post: “start a fight once in a while my guy”

we should build a “stay in your lane” club

yes i approve. no troublemakers allowed.

sinfilosofia replied to your post: “start a fight once in a while my guy”

fight fight fight

NO F IGHT ING

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[@psypad]

It had only taken a week for Rico’s ‘day job’ as Adamas’s privet security to reach monotonous status. Though he shouldn’t be surprised by this. Unless something catastrophic happened, working security in the main office was fairly routine. You either sat at one of the command centers and stared at various screes all day and try not to fall asleep, or you walk the levels you were cleared to patrol. Rico opted for the latter of the two. he Never liked just sitting around, not when he was with SICOM and definitely not here.

Though it was probably this facade of monotony to my employment that reassured Carmencita the most, Rico thought as he walked the halls of the eighth floor of the medical section. Rico was wearing his issued Adamas Blue security polo T-shirt, black covert khaki pants, and topped off with a black baseball cap with “SECURITY” embroidered into it. He was also carrying his issued Taser with extra cart rages holstered on his belt.

Rico was about to take the flask that he kept in his back pocket when he turned a corner to see a young Asian man standing in the middle of the hallway. And based of how he kept looking from a sheet of paper to his surroundings, was extremely lost.

Evaluating that the tall lanky Asian wasn’t a threat Rico calmly approached the man, “Excuse me young man, are you lost?

[little-sailor-boy-blog]

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Oliver hadn’t met any idols in person. Sure, he has seen plenty of idols in training as he was one of them, and everyone watched idols on the media. But never one in person... So, when he saw the voleyball player he wasn’t sure how to react, his single eye staring at him with a look of curiosity and wonder as he stayed at his place on the complete opposite side of the room. 

From this distance, he probably looked like an adoring fan, not an idol in training.