#seeraphiic

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the saying "everything is wonderful" only exists in imaginary worlds, so let's at least long for a thrill.

sel. talentswap idol! angie yonaga ( @cxruscxte )                             caregiver! maki harukawa ( @seeraphiic )                             radio show host! kiibo ( @kiiraadiio )                             actor! korekiyo shinguuji ( @cynoosuure )

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@seeraphiic | x

...And that’s when the hope girl realised her mistake.

[text: Maki-chan]

>oh, really? he sure looks like you... somewhat. >umm... a black Toyota... an old guy found me there. >I don’t know what I threw up... >I think I might be sick.

[forgedstars-blog]

@seeraphiic plotted sick!Kaito

“A-A-ACHHOOO!!” The astronaut sneezed, wiping his snot on his sleeve. Kaito had been feeling sick all morning, but was too stubborn to admit it. He was never one for lazing around or sitting in bed. He’d much rather just work the sick off. Of course, past experience of that has often made matters far worse for him. 

[mxgicxlrxd]

"Waah, Yumeno-san!" Maki yelped after seeing the other. She really couldn't help it, her caregiver instincts just kicked in. "Yumeno-san, you look more tired today than usual. I suggest you go take a nap." She said, waving her finger around as if she was scolding her. "But don't forget to drink a glass of warm milk before doing so, it helps you rest better and after you wake up, I promise you'll have the energy to do anything!"

A  momentary  glance  is  everything  that  is  given  as  a  response  ; syllables  threading  together  barely  comprehended  -  smudged  together  within  the  shorter’s  mind  ,  like  a  watercolor  art  piece  ( yet  they  hold  no  beauty - instead  ,  they’re  presented  as  a  nuisance  ,  mangled  noises  /  meaningless  brushstrokes  creating  chaos ) .  Customarily  lidded  amber  hues  fully  hidden  ,  vocal  chords  producing  the  meek  yawn  that  is  already  habit - like  for  the  spellcaster  .  

The  smell  of  (  recent  )  death  is  heavy  upon  her  shoulders  /  indeed  ,  she  is  still  sloth - ridden  ,  yet  the  peaceful  slumber  fails  to  grace  her  form  ;  it  was  fairly  difficult  to  take  note  of  .  However  ,  Harukawa  is  used  to  caring  about  others  ,  it  isn’t  surprising  for  her  to  be  the  one  to  notice  the  slight  ,  yet  prominent  change  . 

❛  Nyeh  .  .  .  ?  ❜   Frail  form  wavers  ,  scarlet  tresses  following  in  motion  - placid  digits  maneuver  to  briefly  make  the  contact  with  eyelids  ;  the  tiredness  doesn’t  leave  ,  nor  does  the  feeling  of  languor  settled  through  her  whole  body  .    ❛   I  would  ,  but  -  are  you  sure  it’s  going  to  work  ?  Not  even  the  best  of  my  spells  could  help  me  .  .  .  ❜