#t:roy

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WHAT THE FUCK

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Reputation ruined within 3 seconds of Suji coming back into my life. 

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Love me Gabriella :C

JESUS CHRIST

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Bothers you

{`stares intensely.} A hi would be nice too you know, Troy.

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#look at the mountain of replies i haven't done haha hah...ha [sweats] | Sweats in the same boat with you

Here here, have a comforting (--?!) hug, Troy. {`opens his arms widely and smiles at her.} 

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SOULMATE (ง'̀-'́)ง

Send me "Soulmate" for drabbles/starter for AU where everyone is born with their soulmate’s name tattooed on their wrist like a birthmark and my muse got your muse's name on their wrist.

Ever since he was born, he never quite understood the purpose of having the name tattooed on his wrist, and everyone's for that matter, it looked tacky and...it is just almighty odd to have someone's name on your body when you have never met them at all. Perhaps, that was the whole purpose of it, searching and searching, until you find the person whose name match the tattoo on your wrist, the tattoo you were born with, the soulmate you were given.

Every single day, he'd stare, stare and state as though the written name would tell him something, give him hints on where he could find her. Not impatient, just curious. 

It was like any other day, he was out for a to buy food, yes, Mamura's stomach needs food for him to survive and for him to be in a good mood -- or at least, not annoyed with the rest of the population. Upon buying the food he needed, the male thought it'd be a good choice to get a cup of coffee to wake him up, since he had been too, too exhausted and worn out from the two jobs he worked to support himself financially.

Entering the cafe, he heaved a heavy sigh, so packed. It would have seem as though the barista asked everyone to write their names and their orders on a piece of paper, and so he did. 

After all was done, he excluded himself from the corner, standing in the corner with his headphones on, though the volume wasn't loud enough to shut the world out, because, quite obviously, he needed his coffee. Cups upon cups, he stood there without his name being called out; it almost felt as though they were back in kindergarten, or elementary school at the least, being called out by names to retrieve their orders. His eyes darted to his wrist once again. 

Suzanne. 

Such an uncommon name in this place; might have been one special woman. Shrugging off the thoughts, he continued to stare blankly at the crowd that was, fortunately, decreasing into a smaller one.

"Ice cappuccino for Mamura Daiki!" 

Ah, the sweet melody of having his coffee served. Without wasting too much time, he walked over to the counter, grabbing his own drink, only then did he stop, freezing at the name that had been called out after him. He'd thought he had misheard the name, or was hallucinating, either of the two. Mamura turned his head to the side, eyes fixed on the brunette female with such aesthetic feathers, complexion fair as ever. 

With his mouth dropped slightly agape, he allowed his head to function, for him to finally speak in Korean. "Your name is Suzanne?" Swallowing hard, he sank his teeth on his bottom lip, not entirely sure of how he was supposed to act and what he was supposed to do. Meeting his soulmate, his soulmate, it should be a memorable moment, yet it felt like the cells in his body stopped working, his brain went fuzzy. He only broke out of the trance when her voice rang through his ears. With his free hand, he tugged his sleeve up, showing her name that had been tattooed onto his wrist. 

"Nice to finally meet you, Suzanne."