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nanners i love u but wtf
i didnt even do anything !!!!!!!!
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watheft replied to your post
nanners i love u but wtf
i didnt even do anything !!!!!!!!
“i heared it was your birthday yesterday !” she didn't know until she heared others talk about it during lunch. “i'm sorry i didn't get to congratulate you yesterday !” she's quick to embrace the other with little worry of personal space for the moment. “happy late birthday ! i hope you had a wonderful time yesterday !”
she didn’t know umiko was a hugger, but this was VALUABLE information for later. kotone was quick to return the embrace, practically trapping them in a vice grip for a moment.
“ you don’t need to apologize– you’re here now !!!” kotone reassured her, pulling away from the hug– grabbing umiko’s hands and giving them a small squeeze. “ thank you so much for the kindness– you should sit with me for a moment, i have snacks. ”
;)
❛ marry me. ❜
watheft said: but ….. what about people who don’t have nails to paint ?
combing hair is always an option! you can never go wrong with pretty bows and clips.
eep ! she got way too startled by that other student jumping out around the corner. now she's not only clinging onto haruto's hand but also his entire lower arm. it makes her feel safer. a little at least
-!!! hauto was given his own form of surprise and flinched from the abrupt contact. on instinct, he began to move in effort to shield her from threats that weren’t actually there. the laughter that followed was a cross between anxious and sheepish, his own reaction leading to bemusement. “sorry about that- sometimes i leap without thinking.” his smile was faint, but present. “you okay?”
leans over in the middle of class. whispers 'did you write any of this down? i zoned out'
‘ hm? ‘ he looks down at his own notes--- they’re more or less legible but still covered in idle scribbles and doodles, all over the margins and even in the middle of some of the words, inconsequential and unrelated to the lesson in any way. ‘ sort of..? it’s not... perfect, but if you want i can take pictures and send them after class. ‘