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ukiyohiraeth replied to your post “( ooc. I’m a terrible mun; I have more than 30 drafts so I’ll be...”
shh hygs
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( hugs back// thank you!! ; 7 ; )
gives u a flower crown n lots of hugs n chocolate!! /o/
(人´∀`).☆.。.:*・ thank u bby!!! todays been a total Wreck that’s for sure give me all the flower crowns/hugs/chocolate sleepy pls i hope youre having a good day!!! //covers u in warm blankets and gives u delish pastries and hugs
hairu, 8, 10, 18 <3
( meme | accepting! )
8. Dreams
Dreams as in dreams for the future, Hairu does not have many she’s very passionate about. Growing up in the garden, and having been essentially brainwashed to live solely for killing ghouls (or whomever the CCG tells her to), and knowing she has such a short life, leaves little room for these.
The dream she is most vocal about is the chance to prove her usefulness to Arima, and receive more externalized affection from him. A less important goal/dream is for her to be able to use her pseudo-brothers quinque in battle.
Another dream is one she’s less aware of: having steady people around to love and validate her (which is part of why she places such emphasis on getting Arima’s attention), but she lacks the introspection to recognize that she wants this.
As for dreams like what she has when she’s sleeping, her dreams are a jumbled, nonsensical mess. They’re often nightmares, but peppered with silliness, sort of like a whimsical, dark-comedy. They never seem to bother her, and maybe they don’t.
10. Art
Ansered here!
18. Winter
Hairu loves winter. It might be her favorite season mainly because she can act like a child with a little less judgment. She loves how pretty the snow looks when it’s falling, and after it piles on the ground. There are so many activities she likes that come with winter too, like ice-skating being one of them.
She loves to go visit places in the city when they’re cold and covered with frost or snow. The clothes are always comfy, and Hairu loves feeling bundled and secure. There are many little things about winter she loves too, like the way her breath clouds the air, and the general cheer that seems to cling to people around the season.
And then, that season also brings Christmas and Valentines Day, two really exciting holidays she didn’t get a chance to take part in growing up as a Garden Child.
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“Juuzou-senpai!” Hairu chirpped, an eagerness lighting up the generally sleepy face.
“Do you know how to drive?”
She had a plan, and the efficiency of it hitched on whether or not the Special Class Juuzou Suzuya could drive (or even wanted to be part of that, but she really had no doubt he’d want to come along once he knew what it was).
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- - -So I’ll count down from a thousand - until I reach a number I’m comfortable with - - That’s how many things I can PROTECT.
Those delicate features and midnight-drenched hair... .. it was normally an exciting view, to come into contact with someone you opted to trust, regardless of the concept of mental stability - but today... today the decorated Investigator had been distracted, and hadn’t known that his peer would be arriving to his Ward, there hadn’t been a memo for a meeting, had there? Either he was just scatter-brained at the moment, or no one had opted to tell him Juuzou would be here, either way... this was an emergency! “I APOLOGIZE SINCERELY - - I HAVE TO GO.”
Before anyone could protest, the dual-toned youth would slam his palms against the table he was sitting at, haul himself into a standing position, turning his back stiffly... and running, running as though the One-Eyed King himself was at his heels, as though his lungs would burst. He had forgotten to stash his coat with snacks and sweets. There had to be a vending machine around here, somewhere... maybe.. maybe the other hadn’t noticed him, yet, perhaps he had time to correct the mistake... - - - This selfish me EATACCEPTCENTIPEDE Is all I can be - please don’t go.
ukiyohiraeth replied to your post:
Alibaba wasn’t worried the least...
i cry
[ cries with you tbh ]