#yampun

[superbunnybun]

Rocky Punathon

KingSeagull: clearly I got a soccer ball SuperBunnyBun: wait, you have sports there besides hockey? (in Canada) SuperBunnyBun: (soccer's the one with the bat, right?) KingSeagull: nah nah soccer is clearly the one with the racket SuperBunnyBun: what kind of racket?  does it make lots of noise?  Or some kind of rigged betting? KingSeagull: both SuperBunnyBun: ingenious! KingSeagull: igneous SuperBunnyBun: no, that's you. cause you rock! KingSeagull: I appreciate the sediment SuperBunnyBun: that was a good one, I granite you KingSeagull: yeah it was pretty gneiss SuperBunnyBun gives KingSeagull a whole bag of cookies.  so proud ;v; KingSeagull: I'm getting a bit boulder with puns SuperBunnyBun: slated for great things KingSeagull: hey what's a geologists favourite movie? KingSeagull: pyrites of the Caribbean SuperBunnyBun: if it's an american action movie, one with lots of cleavage KingSeagull: of quartz SuperBunnyBun: I didn't like that one.  I was so bordite SuperBunnyBun: what's a geologists favorite pet? KingSeagull: pet rock? SuperBunnyBun: Labradorite KingSeagull: let hope it schist's outside SuperBunnyBun: but last time it went on the karats KingSeagull: maybe it needs a diapir SuperBunnyBun: an interesting quarry there KingSeagull: well not taking care of it would be rudite SuperBunnyBun: true, and don't want it to happen on the fluorite KingSeagull: a miner inconvenience SuperBunnyBun gives KingSeagull pun trophy. KingSeagull: I kinda plateaued at the end. My own fault really SuperBunnyBun: you hit rock-bottom? KingSeagull: started to run out of words and it bit me in the aspalt SuperBunnyBun: but you managed to win, beryl-y KingSeagull: Not ready to fold yet SuperBunnyBun: don't want to give up and diamond? KingSeagull: I shale not!

...I love my friends ;v;  Thank you @kingseagull

[timidlionfists]

;—{ ☽◯☾ } Today was quite busy for the Heiress, it being her first day of college. Coming to new school and starting her freshman year seemed pretty daring, but she was pretty excited for it all...maybe even a bit nervous. By the time the bell rang, Hinata got up from her seat and began heading towards her next class. People didn't talk to her much, they probably found her awkward or shy, not that Hinata could help it. A personality is a personality, right?

Once she arranged the books in her hands, she began to turn the corner of the hall. To her surprise, she was stopped by something, or more like someone, in front of her. She let out a slight noise as her face collided with the persons back, her body then falling backwards and onto the hard floor. "Ow...." She murmured while rubbing her nose. Thank heaven the books landed on the floor and not her, now that would have smarted.

[lethargicroyal-blog]

[text] What did I say about sending me pictures like that while I’m at work? 


[text] start appreciating my efforts more im trying to reach out to you here

[text] so how did you like fuu

[text] /this/ one is named mr. mittens he got in through my window last night his paws are really big can you see in the pic

[red-threadrp]

Yamato has completed his 30 Days~

'Grats! That's +5 points to you.

» Mod T

[sinfulluck]

"Come here, handsome~"

Send me “Come here, Handsome/Beautiful” and my character will react to yours coming on to them when your character is totally wasted.

{♣} — “O-Oh, I am hardly handsome at all! But hearing you, of all people, to tell me that is really—”

"Wait a minute. Kurosawa-kun, you don’t look well.”

[sinfulluck]

♞

— Komaeda’s the kind of person who rarely gets pissed. So when he does lose his temper, he really does lose his temper. An indignant frown could be seen plastered on his semblance as he watches his friend pace back and forth in front of him. The pale-haired teen has his arms crossed and in spite of how comfortable the leather couch is, he keeps himself lousily slouched on it. Yamato doesn’t seem to be in a good mood either but he doesn’t have to ask why.

"Are you really going to keep trying to push my friends away from me?" The model finally halts himself to turn and face the shorter boy, his lips twisting to a disgusted scowl.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about." The indignant tone in Komaeda’s words says otherwise.

"You two got into a brawl! In front of everyone! If I hadn’t been there— I just—! Ugh!" Thoroughly frustrated, Yamato sits on the other edge of the couch; obviously keeping his distance from the possibly mentally disturbed boy. He releases a sigh before speaking in a calmer yet shaky tone. "You ambushed him with such… words, telling him that he’s not worth my attention. That he’s not even worth being near me."

Komaeda chuckles which elicits a sharp glance from the dark-haired male. Komaeda returns his gaze with a smile that feels so wrong. “You are one of the beacons of hope. He’s a dead weight.”

"Komaeda…" Yamato clenches his teeth. "…just leave him alone."

"Oh but Kurosawa-kun," Komaeda shifts to fully face the model, inching closer. "you’ve only heard his point of view. You never asked mine. Don’t you want to hear my side of the story? It’s a lovely one."

Yamato doubts it.

[red-threadrp]

Hello there! I'm here to report that Koujaku and Yamato Kurosawa are fated~

Oh! Congrats!!Yamato and Koujaku have been added to the fated list.

- Mod J.

[sinfulluck]

downpour — yamato + komaeda

-- "Kurosawa-kun...?! What are you doing here?"

As if the hurricane isn't bad enough, Komaeda didn't think the person he'd see standing at the other side of the door would be no other than Yamato Kurosawa. His day has been nothing but hectic ever since the hurricane was announced. The electricity keeps going on and off and he's been trying his best to find more buckets in hopes of preventing the dripping of water from creating puddles on the floor.

His grandfather is in the attic, looking for candles in case the electricity doesn't come back while his grandmother is in the kitchen, preparing dinner. Komaeda has been giving it his all to be useful but so far, all he's ever done is place a number of buckets around the house. But when he had heard the ringing of the doorbell, he didn't think he'd be encountering the particular model he's been trying to avoid.

"Oh, you're wet!" He exclaims after realizing that he's been staring at the dark-haired male long enough to make the air uncomfortable. "Come in, come in!" Whether the flow of his movements is either an eager one or a nervous one, Komaeda tugs Yamato into the house by the wrist before shutting the door closed; the noise of the rain finally muffled.