#thebreakingexorcist

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Do I rp with them? [x] Yes [] No (though I would like to more)

Following? [x] Yes [] No, Sorry [] Just followed [x] Foreverrrr

Special note: Human Yukio and Rin are just omg, and stop calling me an angel! And I will never get tired of talking to you or rping with you okay. 

[dorky-demon]

//HAPPY BIRRTHHDAAY TOO YOUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!

THANK YOU

BUT FIVE OF THESE WASN”T NECESSARY

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[ofignorance-blog]

@ thebreakingexorcist liked for a starter

“ma’e, ya go’ a thing righ’ by there---” and the second you look down his finger lifts up to flick your nose because, secretly, he’s seven years old. “aaaaaahhh! go’ ya!”

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12

12. My muse is a witch/wizard, and yours is their familiar.

Soft, eerie murmurs could be heard coming from the blond man standing over his cauldron. A few pinches of animal bits, a dash of herbal powders, some tidbits of things unmentionable in common language without the fear of the very names bringing curses upon the tongues of those who dare speak them. The usual things, really.

However, he picked up a small canister and shook it over the mixture, but frowned as he realized nothing was coming out. There was a spot of quiet grumbling from him, but no more.

“Do we have any more powdered salamander skins?” he called behind his shoulder without really looking in that direction. His familiar knew when he was being spoken to.

[kxntrabandist-archived-blo-blog1]

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thebreakingexorcist | you find my muse attractive | accepting

“Oh! Well...sure, okay. Thanks, Rin. I mean-- you are too.”

[kxntrabandist-archived-blo-blog1]

Hush, go back to sleep uvu

thebreakingexorcist | fall asleep in your arms | accepting

He’d had a long day. Woke up at three in the morning for a smuggling job, only to then works a small shift in the pawnbroker shop Slim uses as a front for his operations and then e was in school. Fair to say he was a shambling zombie on the walk back home, feet shuffling along and the occasional incoherent grumble as some sort of apology when he bumped into someone.

Five minutes, he’d told himself. Five minutes to sit down on a bench and take a rest and try to blink away some tiredness. At some point he’d said hello to Rin. He must have because the other boy was talking quite happily as he sat down next to him. At some point he’d fallen asleep and fallen into Rin’s lap and arms. He must have because the next time he opened his eyes, he was trying to scramble back up as a blush spread.

“Hush. Go back to sleep.”

It’s weird how much the words set him at ease. Five minutes. For five minutes he’ll allow himself this. For five minutes he’ll just sleep in Rin’s arms. Because he needs this. And, besides, Rin’s warm.