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(((hello, due to lack of muse and time I'm going to have to drop Ara ;; she's from Elsword and lived in Soleil Apartments! Sorry to all my thread partners orz)))

Thank you for playing her while you did! No worries, we can all understand the lack of muse.

Ara has dropped, please unfollow!

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“Missing Notebook”

@yamarxja liked for a starter: [x] //Here the mun plays the ‘how long before Ponz starts getting snippity’ game~

[✧ﾟ･*♚*･ﾟ✧] Hazel eyes eyeing the ground like a hawk, the platinum haired man was searching for something of major importance to him. Somehow, by some sheer, crazy, happenstance, he’d misplaced his small notebook that he carried everywhere around with him in his pocket.

Being a man who was constantly on the move, to find new things to do, and exchange information with new network worthy contacts, the notebook could be just about anywhere at the moment. It was imperative that he got his notebook back as it had his many sketches, his notes on good places to eat at, and it also held some sentimental value for him.

『I knew I should’ve just stopped to check why I had this horrible nagging feeling. How many times will you suffer by not listening to your instincts before you get it?』

With his knack for planning ahead, he’d written out his contact information on the first page of the notebook, and also on the inside of the covers. If anyone would so happen to find it, they could call, text, or email him the case.

❝Just where can it be? It shouldn’t be too far from this area... ❞

He mainly worried about the photograph that was lodged somewhere in the middle of the pages would free itself and become lost.

#Yamarxja #Locating a notebook rp #Ponsol RP Starter #((Muse; Ara))#((I hope this works out okay for you! Just HMU if you need anything changed at all~))#((I'll get to it as soon as I can! 8D))

starter for @yamarxja !

one minute he had his head in a bush, looking for the packaged sweet he bought from one of the stores he took no mind in memorizing. the next minute he found himself upright with a surprise which he welcomed with open arms.

a beetle’s pincers were sharp but dull enough to not break through connective tissue; however, if enough pressure is applied... who knows? the thought makes him squirm in place, wondering if he’d bleed or if it’d bring another round of pleasure. nonetheless, to feel it against the thin cartilage of his nose gave him a head-rush; pleasure evident on his features. lips curled up in a blissful smile ( not suited for this situation) as his cheeks were lightly dusted with the colour pink. his body reacted as it usually did, shaking with tremors of gratification from the sting resonating at his nose. it was reminiscent to the times he got piercings under his lips and along his ears.

body bending forward, ( almost ) all his senses were focused on the cheap thrill he found accidentally. fingers twitched, aching to rip off the beetle for another sickening reason or another-- WAIT ! these feelings subsided when he felt a pair of eyes on his back, suddenly conscious but it’s not like he cared for an audience. however, he didn’t want someone to bring monotony to his life if they found out his eccentric activities. he’d rather keep living a life unhindered by others, years spent with his head bowed for his parents almost resurfaced, thus he gets ready to conjure another pleasing story.

a liar through and through with a knack of knowing what to say, he tries to temper down his outrageous grin-- failed attempt. the vulgar buzz resonating from his nose was paramount compared to the facade. well it didn’t matter, his hands rose to cover the smile while the beetle’s legs skittered about against them.

turning around, his gaze meeting one that seemed cold and indifferent. it reminds him of a girl he once knew ( noriko, noriko, noriko -- ah.. ) and there is a twinge in his heart but he buries it down immediately. instead distracting himself by initiating a conversation in this rather ‘interesting’ situation. albeit his voice might be muffled from his hovering hands but it veils the amusing tone inching underneath his act.

‘ ouch.. oh, this hurts.. ! ’

not a lie, definitely not a lie.

an idea springs up like weeds in the barren garden of his debauched mind.

‘ care to help.. take this off ? ’

#yamarxja #| * yamarxja: one.#| * written.#// hopefully this was okay c:#if you'd like for me to change it hmu and i will * ^ * !

@yamarxja replied to your post:((AAAYYY HAPPY WHITE/PIE DAY, MY FRIENDS!!! May...

(((how would one measure and cut 0.14 of a pie? asking for a friend.)))

((OOC: I'm a troll and my first thought was, 'you take another pie and just eat the crust. the lil crusty things.))

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If one were to ask Kanata how many fish-tanks he had installed in his own home, they’d probably be gobsmacked at the number he listed off. Not that the guy thought there was anything wrong with how many he had, in fact he was carrying a box containing another new fish tank with him at the moment, because since Midori had gone back to Japan, he was alone in that big house... it got lonely.

He never got tired of marine life and they kept him company when he had no one else around to do so. Shu sometimes dropped by to check on him and take him out to eat together, and Kanata was grateful for that because he knew how antisocial his friend was. But perhaps his friend worried that Kanata would return to his old way of thinking if he was left alone for too long.

Regardless the reason, Kanata was glad for his occasional company, and he was also excited to install this newest fish tank. The entry way to the house had been looking kind of lonely recently, so this would be the perfect addition.

Being that it was a rather big box, and Kanata was transporting it himself, he had been doing his best to avoid the people that didn’t walk out of his way first. As it were, eventually he’d run into someone he didn’t see and that wasn’t paying attention to where they were walking.

Craning his neck to see who he had walked into, Kanata settled for setting his box down on the ground to check on the girl he’d hit with his box.