#xiratus

[stoicixm-blog]

xiratus said: “one idiot comes never alone”

mitchie. I’m tempted.

[augxnbinde]

@xiratus

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Touka seemed to be in a more of a foul mood today. Kaneki just knew this day was going to be one of those days..

[panpvkin-blog]

xiratus replied to your post “perhapsido replied to your post “like ok, on one hand, i want minami...”

we can also do murdery stuff bc i have yet to do any murder and violence on this blog :3c

im literally just seeing this now but YEAH im so game. lets do it

[ofscma-blog]

@xiratus

         “i didn’t mean to make you throw up. are           we going to keep talking about this?”

[orchidith-blog]

@xiratus​ liked for a starter.

HOW LONG HAS he just been sitting there gaping at the waitress ? who even knows anymore. he’s just staring up at her with bug eyes &&. a face redder than clifford the big dog. his tongue felt caught in his mouth, like it didn’t want to cooperate with him. how could he talk like this ? what could he even say ? his order or something, probably. which would be easiest. but he wanted to say more ! so, let’s think about this a little bit and —             ‘ Y — YOU’RE SO PRETTY ! LIKE A BEAUTIFUL BLACK             ROSE ! ‘ you’re not supposed to scream in a cafe.

[moonstrcked-blog]

xiratus replied to your post:

“i can insult who i want.”

‘ That’s the easiest way to get yourself killed I suppose. ’ 

[kuronxki-blog]

@xiratus​

“tch, there’s no way i’m friends with that disaster– you know who i’m talkin’ about, idiot.”

“Nishiki-senpai isn’t all that bad”. That was a bold-faced lie but Kaneki really wanted everyone to get along here, even if there were a few ex-enemies working with them.

[ikeebana]

+ xiratus

                    it’s been some time Ayame has gone to Tokyo with her mother on her business trips, several months in fact. Ayame used to go with her about once a month when her mother’s writing was in high demand, but there’s been a few reasons she’s been hiding away-- some of which include school, stress, and the face of a girl who worked in a cafe she visited at least once while she was there.

                    She’s almost a little nervous heading into the cafe, but there’s a touch of excitement blooming in the back of her chest, curling up her back like vines. 

{ Ayame had tried to dress as cute as she could that day; white, frilled skirt with a light pink baby doll top, her makeup done with care and a the ribbon at the back of her shirt straightened and pressed. She looked almost like a doll herself, but then again, she often did, being as small and petite as she was. }

                    Anxiously, she slides into a booth next to a tall window, eyes boring down on her fingers as she seemed to examine her nails, waiting for the waitress who she hoped was working now.