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[darkchose]

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For @radian-sho

[phcnes-blog]

@radian-sho​ liked ♥

Neku slides one side of his headphones off, brow arched despite an otherwise bored expression.

“Sorry. Didn’t catch that. Wasn’t listening.”

[unmxsked-archive-blog]

@radian-sho

Chita sometimes wished that she still carried a cell phone, and that she made Rodeaux carry one as well. She could get quite bored just sitting around waiting for him when he told her to meet him someplace.

She sat on a low stone wall, looking bored and occasionally kicking her legs, a full bag of groceries in her lap.

[mens-domini]

@radian-sho liked for a short starter

“And what do you want?”

[bloodsplatteredmoon]

send ✺for a sassy text

@radian-sho

[~☪~] To: Reaper of Pi

[txt] As much fun as it was to decode your previous text

[txt]: Could you possible send me directions normally next time?

[txt]: Would save me being almost a half an hour late to getting to the Ramen Shop.

[txt]: Thanks by the way

[headphoniisms-blog]

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It wasn’t like she was tired or anything. Far from it, actually. At this point? She didn’t need sleep. And that, honestly, was a wonderful feeling. And yet, even with that, here the 19-year-old was, walking down a not very crowded street, with a cup of coffee in her hand as she walked back to the apartment that she, as well as the majority of the Mekakushi Dan called home. 

Usually there weren’t many people down this street, at least at this time of day-- So, half the time, she could afford to have her headphones on and ignore her surroundings as she walked; without having to worry about running into anyone. 

Of course, today wasn’t her lucky day. She hadn’t realized that someone was in front of her. At least, not until it was too late and she walked right into the man in front of her-- And, in her startled and shocked state, the cup of coffee that she had been carrying fell to the ground- the hot beverage spilling all over the ground. 

“Holy fuck!” she exclaimed-- It was a habit for her to swear a lot, especially under circumstances like this. “Fuck! I spent a good six hundred yen on that fucking coffee, too- God damn it--”

[a-blue-leaf]

“You need to think about yourself every once in a while.”

“I do . . . sometimes. I can help a lot of people with my power so it may be better to put them first,” Aoba explained.