#xkazoo

[hanahxru]

  A gloved hand reaches towards the stack of books in his bookshelf, all about the mechanics of spells and the crystal--really things that was beyond her field. She admired his intelligence despite her usual obnoxious comments to him.

"Your reading is so dry Zuzu~"

[hanahxru]

[hanahxru]

kaz-oo started following you

"ZUZU DAAARLIIIING!"

"It was about time I got you got out of that horrid coat!" 

[divinesovereign]

Kurasame: I walk a lonely road. The road where only I know I’m straight

Kazusa: don't care who else knows, kura walks with me he never walks alone

Kurasame: I DON’T WANT TO WALK WITH YOU

Kurasame: THAT’S WHY PEOPLE HAVE WEIRD IDEAS

Kazusa: AEENENENENEHEEM

Kazusa: Im trying to protect you

Kurasame: protect me from what? Having a girlfriend?

Kazusa: ... girls are strange specimens Kurasame-kun

Kurasame: ...people aren’t experiments!

Kazusa: You don't wish to get sucked in to their breasts and smooth skin and monthly hormonal changes, it's truly not worth the strain I assure you!

Kurasame: HOW WOULD YOU KNOW!?

Kurasame: YOU’RE MARRIED TO YOUR BEAKER!

Kazusa: Ahh dear you hurt me with your words! However there are many things about yours truly you are unaware of~

Kazusa: After all, I'm considered something of a 'stud' as some may call it back in the laboratorys, it is quite curious indeed!

Kurasame: --Everyone must be blind.

Kazusa: Ah.. Perhaps I truly am a lesser human being. The students did always remind me of such...

Kurasame: My brain can’t handle this. I’m leaving.

[divinesovereign]

[rembies]

Can You Keep a Secret?

As with any other day, Rem started off with stretching. She always found that it helped her to wake up in the morning feeling refreshed rather than groggy, though it could also just be because she was a morning person. She always had loved the sound of the birds chirping and the look of the sunrise; the orange, red and yellows that covered the sky helping her to forget that they were at war.

War...it causes the loss of so much life...but not only war is responsible for that, either. She lifted her right had to rest it on her chest, a sad expression on her face as she cast her eyes on the floor.

Illness can also take one's life. Mine included. The only time she ever let her thoughts truly drift towards what was wrong with her was when she was alone. That was another reason she loved the sunrise so much; she was able to be alone with her thoughts and not hide behind a facade of smiles.

Rem walked over to her closet and opened the doors, grabbing her uniform off of the coat hanger and placing it on her neatly made bed. It was still fairly early to be heading towards the classroom, but since there was spare time, she could stop by the Crystarium and take out a few books that she had been looking for. Every time she had been there recently they were in someone else's possession, but maybe if she went early enough she could get her hands on them. Finally prepared to go, she stepped foot outside of her dorm room and locked the door behind her, a smile now on her face as she made her way down the halls. 

Along the way, a dull pain in her chest started to form, but she ignored it and continued to walk in the direction of the Crystarium until it was almost unbearable. She looked around quickly to make sure that no one was around before collapsing against the wall.

Why? Why now? It hurts...I need to get to Dr. Arecia. I need to find her. She has the medication that works... Rem tried to pull herself back up from the ground but only succeeded in sitting up against the wall. She'd just have to wait this one out until she could walk again.

[divinesovereign]

"You two should take your shenanigans to where people can't see you. You're embarrassing."

[misshanaharu]

I am just a shell, still I wish you well.

    A quiet tapping, tap tap tap, filled the corridor, in all of it’s musty, barely looked over glory. She had a bed, springs rearing out of the ruined fabric that was meant to keep in the cotton. She had a sink, muk oozing out of the barely working pipes and the white of porcelain diminished to a questionable yellow. Accomodating as a traitor could have hoped for, the only sincere thought that crossed her mind as she paced relentless to and fro in the cell they'd reduced her to. Tap, tap, tap. How charming was it that she'd conformed to the state of this merciless cell in her short, or perhaps it was long, she'd really lost track of nearly...well everything, time there. Her hair less than perfect but still tied back from to imitate the time when it was it’s glory. The most distinguishable difference being the immediate lack of the sweet, sweet smile she kept up around the halls. That curl of the lips the students and even staff loved so had flattened into a sneer as harsh as her stare had always been, hidden away in the depths of cherry red’s. No uniform, but her own clothes worn down, ruffled, perhaps a drip of blood from the restricting handcuffs they'd using to restrain her splattered here and there on her cuffs. And of course the heels. Tap, tap, tap.

"QUIET DOWN IN THERE!" 

It was a harsh voice, her captor. A roll of her eyes and a crossing of her arms as she stopped in her tracks. She no longer had the right to even walk. Her voice was fluid without the sticky sweetness weighing it down, cold even. "I'll have a visitor soon, you know."