#shallowish

[mejojoapologist-blog]

hey auger...........u suck

[mxgpoid-blog]

“Wowowow, youuuuu look like idol material!” She really didn't know what that meant, but she'd heard it when those men in suits talked about tall people with a sense of fashion. “And you should put it to good use!”

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[culosis-blog]

familiar faces

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     Well, he’s pretty. At least, Souji thinks so, the young boy’s manicured hand just hovering over a memorable uchigatana, the only other thing which brought his attention to this particular person. His first few days in this vast city being rather lonely, he can’t help but admit he’s craving some sort of human interaction, even if it’s on an occasion like this. After all, he’s also rather lonely with but a simple wooden blade, as opposed to his former ones. “Say, you didn’t happen to pick that up off the street, did you? I’m not in the habit of accusing anyone of being a thief, but I’ve been looking for that.”

[refutable]

@shallowish

          “... Kashuu-kun. Weren’t we supposed to make something for Morgiana-chan sometime? I thought you mentioned it before, if you don’t mind, I brought home a pie recipe she might like, and I’m not really busy right now, either...”

[cellphoneshooter]

|| @shallowish ||

He knew he should have stayed home.

Thing were already bad before he decided to wander into the city proper. It was surprising how fast things went in the specialty stores in Vario, but he supposed it was to be expected: the rich tended to panic more than anyone when a disaster struck.

He could have left the heavy lifting and scavenging to Akoya, especially with his powers, but it had never sat well with Souji to be on the sidelines when the chips were down. Of course, he’d never survived an earthquake of this magnitude before.

Considering how he got caught in the midst of the second, the city seemed hellbent on making sure he kept his record clean.

He’d lucked out so far, though. He was only bleeding from a few places and none of them were vital, to his knowledge. He could have done without the pain, though. It made walking a pain in the ass. Even reaching into his pocket didn’t come without wincing. He managed it, though--it was important. He’d made friends in this city, after all. What kind of jerk didn’t at least try to see if they were alive?

TO: Kashuu FROM: Souji

[1 / 3] Hey man [2 / 3] Long time no see [3 / 3] You dead?

[coraille]

          ❝ Kashuu, did you feel that? ❞

[beautyfoundinoblivion-blog]

@shallowish

Horikawa’s phone, most innocently lifted from one Kunihiro himself.  The most recent text was sent to... one Kashuu Kiyomitsu. Hadn’t Horikawa mentioned him?  Well, there was only one thing to do in this case: text Kashuu from Horikawa’s phone.

TO: Kashuu Kiyomitsu FROM: Horikawa Kunihiro

[message]: I C AN N OT WAIT FOR YOU TO PU T YOUR PENIS IN MY AS S KASHU U SAN

[ensurer]

謝罪

       It has been several months. The other’s name was something that his ears often listened to, coming from Yamato’s and Horikawa’s mouths more often than not. It didn’t bother him, not at all, but it could, sometimes, make his stomach churn. Not in disgust or anything, but in... regret. Things had been extremely delicate between the two uchigatanas, as they would always be, but this time more than anything.

       But this time, Izuminokami Kanesada had recognized his mistakes.

       It takes Morgiana’s help to get Kashuu to cooperate. The younger of the swords is at the entrance of his friend’s house, anxiously waiting for the moment his ocean eyes would, after so long, catch sight of his old comrade, old... friend. He had requested of the young girl to simply tell the other there was someone waiting for him at the door, without quite saying who it was. He had hoped at least that was enough to get Kashuu to at least hear him.

       So when the entrance’s door opens once more and there he is, small and beautiful like he has always been, it takes not even a second for the tallest one to bow down completely, in the most apologetic postured he could muster. Enough so that Kashuu had to look down to him.

       ❝ My deepest apologies. ❞ There’s a formality that’s completely unlike Kanesada, but one that it’s necessary for him to use if he wants to sound even the slightest genuine. ❝ If you could spare a few minutes, I... would like to talk to you. ❞ And he had yet to look up again.

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