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[puroresus-blog]

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    Whenever he came to the gym, he tend to be in the zone.  This workout was, of course, no exception for Gozu who had already adjusted to a preferred pace of affairs.  The former wrestler’s always known this establishment has people coming in for different reasons, some of which don’t include working out in the very least.  And some simply didn’t enjoy groups of people working out, though he was personally very adjusted to crowds from his days in the league.  He could, however, understand when newcomers went into this place and seemed uncomfortable for one reason or the other.  Shared spaces weren’t everyone’s favourite zones, after all.

    He always did wonder though, what brought them around if it wasn’t socialization or sports? He’d definitely have to ask one of them, although now he was more concerned with adjusting his shirt collar properly after a very productive session and a relaxing shower.  He only allowed himself a workout after he was finished with his duties at the bakery, which usually implied coming to ProFitness after work hours.

[cawsforconcern-blog]

🏨 : How well does your muse sleep?

Random Headcanon Meme!

As well as he can, considering his scheduling. A busy day and a tendency to stay up later than he probably should means that whenever he does hit the hay, he does so with considerable force. He’s been mistaken for a corpse at least thrice in his life, much to his entertainment. 

[xjujika-blog]

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He’s never really seen a place so big as Lachna; there’s nothing that comes close, where he’s from. There’s no childish wonder splashed across his face, but he does look impressed, gaze cast upwards towards sheer height of all the buildings.

Ace then addresses the nearest person --- “Pardon me,” he goes, “but are you from here?”

The person before him certainly looks like he might fit into a place like this just fine; no one dresses like that in all the Blues or the Grand Line or the New World.

Continuing, his countenance brightens up a little, “I probably sound like such a tourist, but I just don’t know where to go if I need to eat or sleep.”

[deadempire-blog1]

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Welcome to Limbo, Noiz.

Linne has smiled on you upon your arrival, but with that comes a price; you’ll be able to feel 75% of pain. 

If They see it fit, you’ll be restored to your former abilities.

Make good use of your time here.

--- Mod Joseph

[starcarved-blog]

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 he’s flying between real life && online, the dim light from his cellphone was enough to illumunate furrowed brows deep in concentration. ❛ SORRY--- !!  I’m a little busy. ❜ lithe fingers glide over the keys to form words in four different search engines. he’s still reeling from the events of the trial && so far the lack in QUESTIONS did nothing to help his nerves. he doesn’t look up when  ❛ Noiz, right? You can sit with me if you’re looking for a corner spot. ❜

[diamondsguard-blog]

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Takemichi was bored. So fucking bored. Nothing was going on with the gang, and he didn’t quite know what to do with himself. So he ended up in the stairwell of the apartments, playing with an unlit cigarette while mulling over his options for the day.

He wanted at least some form of interaction that didn’t involve the nervous girls that tended to hang around the building at that hour. His fanclub he supposed they could be called...but they were really just annoyances. He sighed a little, feeling a headache coming on just thinking about them.

Boredly, he scrolled through his phone’s contacts and paused when he spotted Noiz’s name. That guy from movie night. 

Well...he supposed there wasn’t any harm in seeing if he was interested in hanging out at some point. He tapped Nozi’s contact name, then the “call” button and held it to his ear, waiting for Noiz to either answer or for it to go to voicemail.

[koyoosei-blog]

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             “Standing outside Adamas like that could get you             in trouble, you know. Security has been tighter than ever.             Are you waiting for en employee? Are you from some news             agency? I know most of the staff here, and I’ve never seen             you around.”

[mettamour]

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Mettaton spun around the living room, dancing in his socks. The night was finally winding down, and most people were leaving. He picked up the last remaining bowls of popcorn and snacks, placing them onto the counter. He noticed Noiz lurking in his fridge, so he creeped behind him, lacing his arms around his waist.

“Noizy boizy...” He sang, squeezing him tightly. “You’re stealing my snacks, aren’t you, bad boy?” he snuggled his face against the nape of his neck and squeezed again. He had perhaps had 3 too many drinks and was known as an affectionate drunk, but most people didn’t mind. That of course probably wasn’t the case with the man who was very much against such random acts of affection.