#usagiiko

[gruneskaninchen-archive-blog]

usagiiko replied to your post:oi

"…Hi."

{ ✄ } — "...'sup."

[kowaretaemi]

usagiiko a réagi à votre billet :Kitty?

"Are they real, Yori?"

{ ℑoy } ⇢ Curious, wasn't.. she? He assumed the person in front of him was a she anyway.

"Uh, yeah, for the most part." It wasn't like he was lying, they were as real as they could get for being cat ears on a person.

[tomoguii]

█ ɴɪᴋᴜ ;;

           There's a young man walking unsteadily, stumbling on his way as he tried to make it to the grocery store. Right now, the only motivation to go out, to bear the blinding sun on his face - or to just even move was the taste of some pocky, maybe some Skittles and Butterfingers as well. His face could show how much he was thinking on appeasing his hunger with only sweet treats.

     Due to his sleepiness, that daydream time took the small focus he was putting onto keeping himself on his feet - making him trip with his own foot, stumbling some more as he tried to recover his balance but obviously failing as he fell onto the person coming in his way. Way to go, Ren.

[seionsei]

[text:rr boss] forgotten again woe is me

[ text: noe ] whoops

[ text: noe ] i m sorry

[ text: noe ] i got a boyfriend tho

[annitor-blog]

        Glances would be attracted - the mayority of them coming from kids whose mouth would water - for the simple fact that, on the bag that he held against his chest, its content seemed to be more sweet treats ( chocolate, of course ) than something else. Maybe because whatever wasn't chocolate that he could eat in the way was in the bottom of the bag -- Though that'd be just ignored. Just like anyone that'd glance at him due to the scars on his face. Only gaze would be returned if it was starting to become into an annoying stare.

      It'd be a lie to say that he did not touch any of the chocolate bars on the top of the paper bag - a hand had shoved itself inside, looking for an specific chocolate brand. On the process, his gaze averted - now fixed on the bag on his arm. Actions led him to almost bump into someone - thankfully dodging the contact seconds before by reflex, but that only caused to make fall some of the chocolates that barely could keep themselves into the bag. That wasn't bad, no -- but seeing someone step on them just when he was about to pick them up was the bad part.

         "Tch--" Blue orbs ascended, back straightening for he didn't plan on picking up that smashed chocolate anymore. "Look where you're going." Who was the one who dropped it for not looking where he was going? Tone of bitterness oozed from his mouth, eyes accompanying that feeling with an obvious annoyed glance.