#troppeanime

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                                                   “ You know, that was a dumb move.                                                           You should try something else.” 

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@troppe-anime gets a starter!

“...How much cake have you had?” Damn Parasitic-Types... they seem to have the toughest stomachs she’s ever encountered.

[sphinxiisms-a]

Apparently the messier your hair is, the happier you are. That means Seti needs to stop brushing his hair.

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@troppe-anime

#{{Wait now I'm crying-- #howdidthishappen}}

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Emilio DeAngelo is the first person that Seti has ever trusted and made friends with outside of his family. He has yet to tell the Italian that; however, not saying it outright doesn’t make it any less true. Usually, teasing will set the sphinx exorcist off, however, due to his newfound trust, he’s starting to let go of that trait of the Italian’s.

Since he’s Seti’s first friend...Emilio can pretty much expect him to be a bit protective over him during missions, though Seti will try to play it off as just “not wanting to do extra paperwork”.

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                                              @troppe-anime

the crimson liquid poured from the walls, thumping heartbeats inside his head as he laid down in the damped ground with the flickering flowers around him, sapphire colored hues glued to the wall, a single flower tainted in blood, smiling and smiling waiting for something. kanda blinked, the gruesome visions gone as he exhale quietly, lying in silence as he heard rumbling in the background. he does not remember what happened, it was just images filling his head as he cried and cried inside that dream. there was someone there – and it clicked – the memories flooded his head, creating a headache and relief, who was there was a particular idiot italian, which he preferred to see than those flowers that now filled the room.