#redcraned

[shieldingflowers]

☂

☂ = Weather the character enjoys

ALL WEATHER! Okay, not really all weather, but most! She loves sunny days because they're perfect. Hot days are great for eating watermelon and ice cream. If anything, rain would be her least favorite, just because everyone seems less happy when it rains.

[hikarimode]

(⑅ ‘﹃’ )

What the character daydreams or thinks about

he actually thinks a lot about being paralia's most successful and visited flower shop. he also wishes he could conquer his photosensitivity one day

[twmiddlefinger]

❤ come on you motherflubber

To: Penny PickerFrom: Craig

I have five dollars, you're a cheap hooker, right? (1/4)

I didn't mean that. Sorry. (2/4)

Let me try again. I have three dollars because I just bought a soda so that's all you're going to get paid. (3/4)

That was another joke. Let's see a movie tonight. (4/4)

[lazyjumpsamurai-blog]

redcraned replied to your post:"Don’t look at me like that."

thanks

[[I'm sorry I couldn't resist xD]]

[tetheallas]

"You don’t need to be so gentle.” closes my eyes. closes them very hard.

  “As long as I have permission, you don’t have to tell me twice.”

  Taking out big knots in someone’s hair required him to be gentle, though. What with the maintenance he does on his own hair. It’d be brutal to just tug and tear. But, okay, Ayano. 

[eyedeluding]

{ fated encounters || ayano & kano

The line between the peak of twilight and the darkening stage of dusk was beginning to wear thin as Kano's boots hit the pavement of the city. The world of radiance and shadow came together in a sort of harmony that couldn't be explained; the way lights of the city gradually flickered on like the wick of a candle to add to the illumination brought nothing short of a grin to his lips. A beacon in the darkness, something stronger than even the numerous stars, and the gentle symphony of cascading lights amid the quieting of the city's whispers was his favorite time of day.

One by one at this hour he figured were all the good little boys and good little girls of the city of Kairos slinking home from their play. The whispers of dusk fell like a silent panzermast as Kano roamed the emptying streets, a smile faded into his lips as though it'd been there for years already. His parents weren't strict by any means, and every night the cat-eyed youth would take advantage of the tranquil scene of the hour between the bustle of day and the energy of night. 

The kiss of crisp night air on his cheeks was not something he could easily release; the memories a paint brush in his hand and the wind at his back were all too prominent. And though the fondness of such was mixed--even minimal evils receive their punishments, no matter how small or humiliating. But that's a story for another time--the world of defacement was behind him now. The only remnants of the small period of his life remained tucked away in a sketchbook, graffitied in his own hand, which he carried on his person.

Cradling the sketchbook in question under one arm and shoving his other hand into the pocket of his hoodie, Kano spun on his heel with a sort of good-natured laugh. His nightly roaming would begin now, then, though he'd have to return home soon enough. He never had enough time to enjoy evening when it was a school night, after all. And speaking of such, his gaze drifted curiously to a lone girl with a red scarf draped around her neck. Something like that was fitting for this crisp weather, but...

"Ahh, hey, hey! Isn't it a little late for someone to be out on a day like this?" His words were delivered with a smile, and he motioned with one hand at their surroundings, and blew a puff of air to reveal the silvery cloud of breath that lingered behind.