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Euden still found himself going to Cotes even if he didn’t work there anymore, but it did help that it was one of the areas that felt nicer to be around. Though today he wasn’t really sure what he was seeing around all the cherry blossoms. It looked like a rather round animal, perhaps too round even.

Yet it was also very cute.

“Excuse me! What kind of animal is that?“ He asked the girl that was near it, hoping that it was her pet or at least an animal she knew. 

[ultimatedefective]

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Shuichi had a terrible personality, at least he thought so. Not only was he gloomy and had a hard time speaking, he was spineless in general. While it was nothing like standing in the middle of a trial for the murder of one of your classmates, the anxiety of going to a store and waiting in line was bearing down heavy on him at the moment. 

He was not even a real person, just a person with memories of a fictional character overwritten by their own but being a person was so hard. He had no idea how everybody else did it in their day to day life.

Shuichi had finally made it through the line and paid for his baked goods when he turned around for just one moment to put his wallet back in his pinstriped jacket. The baked goods were presents for a friend. One with far more of a sweet tooth than him (Shuichi liked bitter drinks like coffee, he thought it suited his personality more). 

Then suddenly when he turned around he saw a girl had snatched away the box he had set down. “Um, sorry to bother you...” That was a terrible way to call out a thief, he was the worst detective ever. “Those are mine, you didn’t pay for them.” 

[hopesoath-blog]

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“Chiaki....” 

Hinata tensed himself as he ran towards the pink hair he spotted from afar. However the moment he rudely grabbed her shoulder and made the strange girl turn her head back to him, he realized it was someone else entirely. 

Now he just felt awkward. Hinaa’s eyes widened and he looked to the side for a moment wondering if he could just escape this situation entirely. That was not very likely though, and the longer he went without saying things the worse the tension between them got. 

He just needed to apologize and not in a rude way. He let go of her shoulder and tried to turn away showing only one red eye. “Sorry, I was looking for a different pink haired girl, you don’t matter.” No, bad Hinata. That was incredibly rude. 

[dazaisensei]

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“Hello, I’d like to order ten bowls of Chazuke.” Dazai stared at the waiter with absolute confidence, considering that he had just sat down at the table in the middle of the pink haired girl getting her order taken. “Oh, don’t you know that’s my daughter. I told her to get a table for two.”

He was lying. Yet, he seemed to have no regret at all on his face. Dazai was once a crimminal mastermind, but having decided to leave the mafia now he was using his intellect to get other people to pay or his food. 

If you called him a pathetic human being, Dazai would agree with you at least. He smiled confidently at the other girl next to him and then back to the waiter. He then put a finger over his lips and made a soft noise. “Sssssssh, don’t tell the waiter we’ve almost got him fooled.” 

[bileygrking-blog]

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Dominic had even dressed in his normal clothes today. That was how special he wanted today to be. Technically it was just like any other day, as every day without fail he came to knock on her door, claiming it was only to check on her. It was still his responsibility even in this place. Weak excuses like that, but he would have done anything, even beg, if it got his foot in the door. 

There were two reasons for that. One he was pretty sure if he went even one day wthout seeing her he would die. That was just the useless teenage boy part of him speaking. The other being that if he went one day without cleaning her room, he was pretty sure she would die. That was the useless teenage girl he knew her to be. 

Waiting, in normal clothes, he wanted to greet her in a normal way. Anemone was an extroardinary girl, beautiful beyond measure, with exotic pink colored hair, inhuman eyes, and he would not lie and say he was not attracted to her utterly unqiue existence. At the same tie though his wishes were simple, all he wanted was for her to live a normal life, pass her days at a normal speed, and experience a normal amount of happiness. 

A small cupckae was in his hands as he knocked on the door softly. The embodiment of a simple wish. I want Anemone to taste my cooking and smile. “Anemone, please open up.” 

[ginnotkin]

Anime movie remakes are hit or miss || valhallaswell

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN ‘I’VE HAD TOO MUCH’?! THERE’S NO SUCH THING AS TOO MUCH SUGAR! SUGAR’S GOOD FOR YOU, YOU KNOW?! YOU CAN MAKE IT THROUGH A DAY OR EVEN YOUR ENTIRE LIFE ON SUGAR ALONE! DON’T MAKE IT OUT TO BE SOME KIND OF NEGATIVE!”

The man who’s health is clearly on a steady decline due to how many sweets he ingests on a daily basis seems to be arguing with a vendor about his sugar beliefs. Which are clearly, factually incorrect in every possible way. Seriously, Gin-san. At this rate your whole body’s going to rot.

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[isolaradiale]

apologies to those i was threading with, but i've got to lighten my muse load unfortunately. so, i'll be dropping anemone from eureka seven here, who was housed in townhouse 202. thank you!

She’ll be dropped!

-- mod altair.

[sakyuu]

The line of shops along the promenade were always well visited, and he could say it was for fair reason. Visible near it, the beach was too chilly for much activity --- the only draw could be decent stops on this side. Dune had yet to visit them all thanks to a fickle taste for human creations. One particularly caught his attention, but he still couldn’t find the motivation to enter.

Significantly more busy than the rest, the cheerful bakery offered sweets of many sizes. That and the fact that there was a constant stream of sales were all he’d gathered. Because of that, he couldn’t tell whether the goods were actually good or whether people settled for the cheapest pastries on the block. 

Bored enough to follow that curiosity today, he watched a lone girl leave the shop where pairs of friends and family had been before. He spoke out to her as she was about to pass by his otherwise empty outside table. 

“How is that place? Is it worth more than 75 dust for a cupcake?”

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