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[noirscene-blog]

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@staplerer wants araragi to suffer.

He once had the strength to mask his feelings. Deadpan and move on, being able to look at the current state of his life and the places surrounding him in the most neutral way possible. It’s come a long way for him to mature (slightly, he still needs to learn). He still feels that weird feeling upon him, moving inside his mind to and fro. If he’s honest about it, he has no idea how to deal with it. 

Being in this place, mostly by himself, gets the worst side of him. At least, internally. The rubble and random faces he has to see daily gets overwhelming. Being shoved inside a place so  unreal like this without anyone by your side can get anyone in an awful mood. He feels lonely. He feels absent. He doesn’t belong here.

All he needed was a single stroll, he didn’t even feel like walking, but a stronger need of doing something other than spending time inside his new room won over his laziness. 

... And it seems, that one more time, he lucked out. When he sees familiar purple hues move, he needed to rub his eyes more than three times to realize he wasn’t—— 

She’s watching. A plethora of emotions rushing inside his mind, colliding against each other and making him feel so confused right now. But all he could muster was,

“Hi.”

[lystsyn-blog]

@staplerer​

it’s rare that she runs headlong into someone -- the recent events in spirale must have taken their toll on her mental state. that’s the conclusion vira comes to after the fact, when all is said and done. 

normally, she’s exceptionally vigilant of the space she occupies; too much so, really, with a trained combatant’s darting eyes and hair trigger responses.

“normally”, seemingly, does not describe today.

shopping, she idly supposes, is not proving the most effective relaxation technique. not when it forces her to pay attention to others. -- which, to be quite honest, has become a positively herculean task.

the impact jolts them both, scattering the contents of the small bag in vira’s hands to the floor; whatever daydream she was stuck on, it’s gone now, as she watches the packs of stationery and pens tumble from her grasp. not damaged, of course, but the event is embarrassing enough. inwardly, she scolds herself for her lack of attentiveness, though the self-criticism doesn’t show on her face.

rather, with a slight frown, she pulls back, steadying what remains in her handbag, and offers a swift apology (one that she hopes sounds as genuine as she means it to be.)

“ oh, goodness, i’m sorry. i must have become distracted by something -- are you at all injured? ”

[matsuuno]

@staplerer

“Do you think this will work?” Osomatsu’s hanging up printed signs. Up top: ‘Have you seen this man?’ Underneath: A big picture of his face. Below that, several tear-off tabs that read ‘Now I have!’ along with his phone number. 

Absolute genius, if you were to ask him.

“I’m hoping I can get two, maybe three dates out of this. And maybe a hundred spam calls. Still, it’s probably worth it, don’t you think?”

[furumetal]

“If we stick to the story, they can’t prove anything.” Sound reasoning enough, although normally whenever he does something illegal he can generally tell the person he’s with to just look away while he does it ( which, usually, is his brother Alphonse. ) This person could just rat him out if she wanted to, he figures, but since she got involved too it might be in her best interest to go along with it.

“So we should get the story straight.”

@staplerer

[fibermade-blog1]

@staplerer

“Ah-- whoops!” Ryuko draws back as if burnt, mortified to have unintentionally caressed a stranger’s hand. It’s hard to ignore an empty stomach, but this woman must have seen the fruit basket first; it would be unfair to stake a claim, especially after she’d made things so awkward. “Sorry.” She rubs the back of her head, embarrassed by the accidental intimacy. “Go ahead. You saw it first.” The store had to restock eventually, right?

[gcldenking-blog]

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       ﴾ ♚ ﴿  THE BLONDE HAD FOUND HIMSELF GROWING SOMEWHAT FOND of this little café. The staff was accommodating, and the patrons were amusing enough to watch if he so chose. They also left him alone when he found his interest CAPTURED by whatever book he happened to have brought along.

       Though today appeared to be busier than it was on an average day.

       Glancing up from the page he’d been reading, Gilgamesh took a sip of his coffee. SCARLET eyes gave the room a brief once over, spotting a young woman who appeared to be searching for an unoccupied seat. ❝ You may sit here, ❞ he offered indifferently, gesturing towards the empty chair at his small table. ❝ The café is rarely so busy. ❞ He wouldn’t make such a proposition generally as he preferred having a table to himself, but he was feeling somewhat GENEROUS today. Besides, she seemed to be a relatively calm individual.

[isolaradiale]

don’t know why i was removed as my hiatus technically wasn’t up, but reapplying as hitagi senjougahara from monogatari!

Welcome back to scenic Isola Radiale, Hitagi!

You will be housed in HOUSE 107.

You will retain everything in your previous stay.

– mod pleiades.