#v; human.

[nordlige-stjerne]

[SMS]: I got detention for being late to chemistry today [SMS]: but I’m late almost every day so what gives??? [SMS]: you should do something naughty and get stuck in detention with me this afternoon. I’m not ready to vibe with the lowlives. [SMS]: I DONT BELONG THERE

[ text: Artie ] oh for the love of[ text: Artie ]  fiiiiiiiiine[ text: Artie ]  after detention youre buying my burgers[ text: Artie ] ill just yell vibe check and say the vibes are off during history[ text: Artie ] see ya at detention, bring snacks

[ofdespair]

             dissimulantis

         she was alone, seemingly having already ordered her meal when          nnoitra had noticed her presence only a few tables away; and if it          weren’t for his  insufferable  job  the male wouldn't be debating on          approaching her in the first place. the end of his fork plays on pale          lips before  being  compressed  between  his  teeth and he almost          hums to himself at how ridiculous this was. 

         he’s good at his job, is what he settles with. palms glide against his          thigh reaching for his wallet to throw several twenties onto the table.          his meal was only half eaten yet he can’t muster the motivation to care,          he was never a big eater anyway. nnoitra  only  hesitates  a  moment          before reaching for his bag and slinging it over his shoulder; already on          his feet, optics set on her table assuring she hadn’t vanished.

         he gives something similar to a grimace and he bites  back  his  scoff.          once he’s close enough he gives a bored grin in greeting. this was going          to be fun.

                                ❛   i would say sorry for the intrusion, but, I’m not really.   ❜

[coded-hearts-blog]

“Victory!“

                     [ ❝ wh-what? seriously!? come on that                                   wasn’t fair! lemme try again! ❞ ]

⎡ they waved the controller in frustration at the television,    but laughed in amusement at the same time. they lost    to the one and only Ruby Rose -- again. ⎦

[coded-hearts-blog]

{✯ – I gotta explain somethin’ with Comp’s human verse, though. It’s very obvious that Tek is a good bit different than Comp, but we all must remember that Comp is... well.... they’re Comp. Comp is programmed with the personality they have. They’re eternally optimistic, even with being homeless and alone. They’re a loving lil’ machine that’s always smiling, no matter what; and, if you think about it, that’s a little unrealistic for a human being. A human being will be affected by such things in a negative manner, and that differs Tek’s personality from Comp.  But, in the light of trying to keep aspects of Comp’s personality in Tek, I didn’t throw them into a homeless situation, and I used the canon I wrote while I was away from Comp and let them live with their brother, so not everything in their personality would be entirely negative. 

So, if you’re going to do a thread with me and Tek, remember that Tek isn’t completely the same as Comp. Just a heads-up. } 

[excellenthxst]

Another long day of work (Does running a mob really count as work?), Scratch decided it  was time to leave the trash cans they call streets in the city and return to his not-so-humble abode. He had a speck of dirt on his normally pristine white trousers, and with his jacket tossed over his shoulder, he hailed a cab to take him home.

Hana had been instructed to clean up around the house earlier on. Scratch’s faith in her is slightly waning, but he could at least trust she’d gotten at least something done.

When he finally gets inside, he sees a small, seemingly insignificant pile of trash. Next to it, Hana was lazing in one of your big, green chairs.

He points to the pile, “What is this?”