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[nocturneled]

            “ um ... excuse me? ”

            toya didn’t like talking to people or rather it made him extremely nervous.  people didn’t understand him or how he felt but that wasn’t there fault - it was toya’s for being unexpressive. but he was getting better at it!! he was! and he even was putting small inflection in his voice. so maybe the other person would know he wasn’t being rude or anything. 

          “ you seem to know about social media a lot ... do you think you could help me? ” 

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[dicuori]

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@doodlesuit | @splitcrxd | @heartsnare | @carrdsoldier

Having been absent for so long Riddle can only imagine what his cards had been up to. He had worried over them in their world, but seeing as there hadn’t been any significant change he played it out. It was easier to focus on the demands of the moment, even if he still had to save his dorm yet again. Perhaps he had thought that this world had been nothing but a nightmare, a nightmare that took part of his memory for he had known nothing of Vil’s overblot until it got mentioned in passing. 

But now that he’s back, he sees that there’s actually much to fret over. The place they had so lovingly called the Heartslabyul dorm was, to put it simply, a mess. To any outsiders perhaps it looked composed, a normal house that showed signs of being lived in but still well kept. To Riddle’s eyes however, it nothing but a wreck. 

The starcycle in the front lawn, the rose bushes pure white without a hint of red, and it only got worse the more he stepped into their home. He laments not having finished the rule book in time before he got thrown away from this world. It was clear the dorm was lawless again. He had to set it right. 

He didn’t know if there was even anyone in the house, fueled by nothing but petty determination he walks in, searching for the first victim. 

[doodlesuit]

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“Hey Cater. Is Ace being ann- texting you right now?” 

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[whitehotnitro-fuel]

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“What is the difference between an ‘air fryer’ and a ‘deep fryer’?” He was looking at both machines, and was at a loss. They both seemed to fry things, given their names, so why bother having two when you could have one that did both?

[heartsnare]

            " hey, cater? do you think you could help me out with something? "

            normally, he would try to do things on his own. he usually always tried to handle everything on his own. but something about being away from home home made him cherish the ones who were here a little more - or something cheesy like that.  so, what better than to actually lean on someone who knows trends happening rather than try to analyze social media himself? 

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[bindingheart]

it just sounds like your jealous???

"Of what? your 5'11 boyfriend? please."

[jcystyx]

@splitcrxd​ <3′d!

     Some people say that this world is just a really shitty game. A story with a beginning you can’t remember, no good end, no choices, and no point. Idia can see the logical throughline in that, and to a degree believes it’s true.

     Things have changed now that the robotic waifu from the Eternal Tree has started blotting out the sky. Or rather, now that there’s a path to defeat her. A clearly defined good ending; kill the clones, weaken the original, and either burn away her impurities or eliminate her outright. This is something Idia, the eighteen-year-old one, can clearly understand. It took him about a week of running for his life, but he’s here now.

     Both Idias are walking through the residential areas of Cotes. One has a floating skull brushing against his fingertips; the other has at least three different kinds of firearm.

     “If we have to have backup, I’d rather it be one of my classmates,” Idia offers. At least he knows, kind of, what they can do.

     “One?” The Other Idia scoffs. “We’ll need more than that.”

     There’s no shortage of strong people who go to that school, but someone in Heartslabyul can duplicate themselves, right? Who was it... Idia pouts a bit, trying to recall. So many people have so many weird brands of unique magic.

     Fortunately, providence offers an answer, just now coming into their line of sight.

     “Cater!” Both of them say it at once; Idia, answering his own thought, and the Other Idia, actually calling out to the person in question. After a moment, Idia turns to look in surprise at his other self, but the deed’s already been done. 

[oasisbless]

           “ so , i think we should have a big sleepover soon . what do you think ? ”

            how he got quite literally everyone’s number was pretty obvious , jamil had all that information on hand and kalim was going to use it to his advantage .  it should have been obvious that kalim was going to throw a party at some point and while the idea of having a grand banquet in the middle of town sounded great - for now , he wanted to spend time with his friends . 

            while it wasn’t that new to be here for some of them , for kalim it was still brand new . what better way to get comfortable than to spend time with everyone ? 

            as he walked around the city , he shifted his phone to the other ear . and then it hit him ! why wait to spend time with someone ? not to say the sleepover wasn’t going to happen because it most definitely was going to . 

          “ hey , hey ! cater - i’m out right now . do you wanna meet up ? we can get a snack or go shopping or uh ... honestly , i’m still figuring out what’s around here ... ”

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