#trappingactor

[yama--chan]

trappingactor replied to your post: DOES ROCK CHAN GET SACRIFICED OR IS SHE NOT A...

NO ROCK-CHAN HAD SEX WITH EREN REMEMBER

IT'S ALL COMING BACK TO ME NOW 

[shygreenprogrammer-blog]

trappingactor said:

GO ACCEPT THE KAWAII-ER CHIHIHOE IM SENDING YOU ON SKYPE YOULL SEE

[OOC: HOLY SHIT NEVERMIND THAT IS PRETTY KAWAII.]

[shygreenprogrammer-blog]

Eavesdropping || Semi-Open RP

Awful... That was totally awful...

Honestly, he couldn't believe the whole scene really, but the conversation was the part that shocked him most. He had just come along to pay Byakuran a visit, but just as he was about to head through the door, Chihiro had spotted a very familiar face.

Kuromu? Why was he here? He thought he hated Byakuran. He was a little pleased to see that his friends were actually talking instead of arguing, so he had figured he should listen in to see what got them to connect.

"... Because I'm afraid of being hurt... Like my mother hurt me."

...What was this about? The sound of Kuromu's nervous tone had taken Chihiro aback. This was quite the discovery and he wasn't too sure of how to take it. It was sad. Very sad. So sad that maybe even the word itself was and understatement. Quietly, he bit his lip, listening to the conversation further to understand the meaning.

"S-She used to... Shame t-the male g-gender... And g-get really drunk... A-And beat me... W-With a whip..."

The brunet froze up at hearing this. There was no way that was true, right? It couldn't be. How could someone as strong as his Kuromu-senpai go through so much? But that tone... It was clear that it wasn't a lie. The emotion in his tone was so strong that there was no denying that he was grieving. This was real.

"...K-Kuromu...senpai..." He murmured in a shaken whisper, his back to the wall to steady himself, only to end up sliding to the floor of the silent hallway, "Ku...romu-senpai... S-Sad... That's so sad... K-Kuromu...senpai..."

[yume-no-tsuduki]

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"..."

Aine gently shoved the smaller girl(?) away from him and shook his head. He didn't want to be coldhearted, but he didn't want this either.

"Sorry, these lips are for someone else."

[matsuoka-kou-not-gou-blog]

The blond formed a ball of the sweet snow; aiming at the back of Gou's head. Throwing, he hoped it would hit squarely where he wanted!

—❀; Just as Gou was about to propel a snowball of her own at another student, she lost her balance and had fallen face first into the freezing snow due to the impact on the back of her head.

"Just leave me here to die," Gou groaned; refusing to get up again she decided to just lay there in the snow.