#shachiswimmer

[mizuflowers]

gummiesorelse replied to your post:.

[wow, i wouldve never been able to tell your native language wasnt english! you do just fine! <3]

shachiswimmer replied to your post:.

[ You’re don’t great, dear! Don’t sweat it! :) ]

(( ah thank you two 

  i used to be super insecure about my english so i always get this moment of shock when i realize i made some really dumb mistake so this is really nice to hear ah ;o; ))

[baiorrin]

i turned to you | kotomi + makoto

[✄] -- Perhaps going here wasn't a good idea. She should have seen this coming after all. After anxiously looking around the butler cafe for probably the fifteenth time by now, Kotomi gazed down at her watch and swallowed the heavy lump that was forming in her throat. She had been waiting for over two hours now and yet the person she had been expecting to meet was still nowhere to be seen.

The young girl pursed her lips as she unfolded the note in her hand again, recalling how she found it in her locker earlier that morning.

Kotomi Ichinose, I really like you. Please meet me at Cafe Soleil after school.

Considering her fear of people, Kotomi would have decided not to go to the meeting place but after hours of hesitance, she realized that this was possibly a chance for her to finally find her confidence and talk to someone without cowering away. But as she thought about it more now, she ended up with a conclusion that a prank was pulled on her. She had been staring at the half-finished cup of tea on her table and she could tell that the waiters were now wondering if she was ever going to leave. She couldn't blame them seeing as how she continued to ignore them whenever they would offer other treats or more tea to her.

As much as she knew that the note was clearly a prank, there was still a part of her that hoped that it was real. A chance of finally making friends was something she couldn't pass up in spite of the fact that she was starting to look like an idiot.

[wasneveradamsel]

shachiswimmer replied to your post:♪

[ ring ding dong as a battle song omf my heart ]

// I CAN'T STOP LAUGHING. RING DING DONG DING DING DING

[icecreambloodhound]

Vocal dissonance [Makoto & Giulio]

Unexpectedly, his 'business trip' to Prava involved a lot of waiting around. There wasn't much to do in his hotel room. Just the occasional paper work that he'd finished in advance. He'd eaten room service for 3 days straight and subjected himself to watching stupid reality shows to pass the time. He considered staring at the wall instead of watching another mind numbingly boring episode of whatever it was that played on the TV.

But he wasn't that desperate.

... Yet.

Finally, the boredom proved too much to bear. Grabbing his coat, he decided to get lose himself in the city. Maybe hop on a bus and get off at the last station or when the bus driver's head began to turn 360 degrees.

His feet had other plans though. The only thing in the way of exercise he'd done in the past 3 days was occasionally pitching a crumbled piece of paper at the dustbin, missing, and then actually getting up to throw it into the bin. So when his feet actually began working properly again, it didn't let the chance go to waste, and that was how Giulio found himself somewhere in the city, very much lost, any mode of transportation back to his hotel.

Which wasn't necessarily bad. He was glad to be far away from the dull room that reminded him vaguely of his incarceration in Daivan's prison.

After loitering the streets of Prava for a couple of hours or so, the young man was stopped by the sensation of his stomach trying to eat it's way out of his abdomen. He patted his belly, as if warning an errant child to quieten down, until the grumbling finally fizzled off and subsided.

Normally, the lilac haired man would ignore his bodily urges until it became far too painful to bear. He usually had more important things to do, and stopping to fill his stomach could only slow him down. But while he was wholly content to fill his stomach on the gorgeous landscapes of the city, biology had other plans. With another beastly growl from the depths of his body, he supposed that a break was warranted.

Wandering into the first Cafe queue he could find, it took a while before he could finally get a seat for himself. The place was ridiculously crowded with girls and the occasional guy. The menu set on the table had the words 'Cafe Soleil' emblazoned brightly onto it's cover. Taking it into his hands, purple eyes scanned the contents of the desserts section (again, cheerily emblazoned with fancy, cursive text) with mild interest.

Having decided on something that looked vaguely delicious, he set aside the menu and flagged down a nearby waiter with a polite '... excuse me'.