-- @theskulleton said: “sorry man- I guess this is my fault.” sigh.
"No need to apologize. I suppose it is just good to know you have people who care."
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-- @theskulleton said: “sorry man- I guess this is my fault.” sigh.
"No need to apologize. I suppose it is just good to know you have people who care."
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TFW ur son says ur the best mom
theskulleton replied to your post “"if they don't stop hitting you up I'll end up hitting them down!"”
"Hey I dun care if yer into 'em or not. The way they look at ya pisses me off. Like yer some piece of meat or fairytale prince or some shit... They dun even know ya n' they act as if they're entitled to do shit with ya." His tone is grumpy and slightly sulking. Dating an 'idol' sucked. Hands in his pockets he shuffled his feet, letting out another huff. "But I guess yer right..."
There’s a small huff and a chuckle. Jealousy might be wasted here, but Goro can’t deny it’s kind of hot. Of course, he likes to purposely rile him up; naturally he would be attracted to a jealous Ryuji. “You’ve got nothing to worry about, alright?” he reassures him, wanting to reach over, take his hand. Perhaps even kiss him for his troubles, but they’re still in public and he must restrain himself. “Just wait until we get back to my place,” he says, though his voice drops considerably in volume. “I’ll show you that you’re mine and mine alone.”
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Ever since Akira had left Tokyo and gone back to his home town, she had been switched back to what had she had done best for the paper, politics. Even with the stir and buzz of the town now on wondering who would be the next Prime Minister after the fall and jailing of Shido, it had been a little slow for her.
Just taking the day off for once felt weird to her, yet knew it would be better spent doing something then staying cooped up in her apartment before going to Crossroads to just hang out with Lala-chan.
As Ohya walked Shibuya, she spied someone who looked quite familiar and was also spoken about semi-often as well. A smug smiled grew on the Devil’s lips before she called out to him.
“Hey there, kid. Long time no see. Looking into any new dirt bags recently?”
The Tale of Two Outcast
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Even though the volleyball team was no longer having to suffer from Kamoshida’s reign that only meant the ‘scavengers’ were coming out of the wood works now that the top dog was gone. Though Mishima been trying to avoid them as didn’t want to end up in the situation again it was harder than you might think. Especially when you keep to a routine eventually they will find the weakest link of the school.
Which is what was happening right now, he had just gotten out of volleyball practice and instantly noticed as imposing guys looking at him. As if they had been waiting for him to finish practice, “You got to be kidding me-” He muttered, knowing he didn’t have anyone around to help him out so tried to avoid them... He wasn’t very effective.
“Where you think you’re going Zero?” One questioned, wrapping an arm around the smaller male’s shoulders. A dreaded chill went on the Admin’s spine as the grip tightened to make sure he didn’t try running. Feeling himself being led to the back of the school, he would muse how cliche it was if wasn’t terrified. As soon as they were seemingly out of sight he was shoved up against the wall. A gasp escaped Mishima as he was lifted a bit off his feet from the action feeling the hand that had been on his shoulder now on his shirt.
“L-Look I don’t have anything on me!” Mishima protested quickly even though that was an obvious lie as he always had money on him. Though it was mostly so he can get himself food since his parents worked a lot. He wanted to be able to eat! His whole body tensed up as he felt hands moving into his pocket and he was released watching as the bully looks through it. “H-Hey, give that back!” He shouted, jumping up to try and snatch it back only to be shoved back hard against the wall.
“Nothing? So not only are you a zero you’re a liar, seems like your parents must be loaded to give you this kind of spending money.” The prick questioned, amusement in the larger male’s eyes knowing that Mishima wasn’t near strong enough to fight back. Nor was the kid going to be running to any teachers, especially since it wasn’t like Mishima ever said anything about Kamoshida. After all, what proof could he have to show for it? This wasn’t fair-
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With the atmosphere suddenly shifting around her, Vivian could have scarcely shot another bewildered glance towards the strange app downloaded on her phone. The moment she arrived, the sky was somehow dyed a dark, ominous crimson and it was only moments after directing her gaze DOWN towards said mobile device, did bespectacled eyes discover a black screen reflected back at her. Shoot, did her phone just run out of batteries? Elfin lips dragged downwards in a crooked frown but despite tapping button after button, no response was garnered from it.
By then, Vivian finally proceeds to maneuver her gaze upwards, only to no longer find a hotel... but some white, towering building that resembled a medieval laboratory? “ Whoa, trippy... ” she murmurs underneath her breath. Of course, a thought soon came to her - what if inside, there was an outlet from some SECLUDED corner she could use? As far as Vivian could tell, this was still 21st century Japan. Since she had also seen Kohaku entering through here to potentially trash the rooms of poor hotel guests when following her, maybe she could find the older girl while at it.
Upon fueled by an impulsive urge to slap her so called sister silly before dragging her back home, Vivian soon DROPS the malfunctioning phone into her pocket and rushes forward. Seconds later, she emerges past the double doors, only to blink amidst cracked, grey walls. ...Wait, who was that costumed figure over there, wearing a skull mask? Should she be concerned he was the only one around?
“ Oh, uh, good evening. That’s sure some getup you have going on, huh? ” Vivian calls out at last. “ Wish I was that fashionable. ”
-- @theskulleton said: “ya know what’s the worst ‘bout this? I ain’t even surprised anymore 'bout what kinda facts ya keep diggin’ up..
"Then perhaps I should change up my tactics.."