hella rad

Your name is Dave Strider. You currently live in Prava, Deziro. Your parents are flithy rich, and you are filthy rich as well. You are 19, and you don't care about life, you just make sick beats in your pastime. You are affiliated with Red Stringed.

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fortune cookie || junko + dave

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[♔]— A boy who reads fashion magazines? That was new. She had always assumed that only girls with low self-esteem read those kinds of magazines but it seemed like her assumptions were wrong after all. Unless… this guy was in the midst of finding himself but she decided to brush those wonders off, knowing that it was none of her business and that she didn’t want to know. Once all the papers were collected and handed back to the blond, Junko dusted her outfit before gazing back at the boy.

"For the sake of confirming your suspicions, yes, I’ve been in a number of fashion magazines. Only fashion magazines” An entertained smile curved her red-painted lips as she quirked a brow.

"You’re not a deviant? After all those cute lines you just said?" She asked, a tone of teasing disbelief lacing her words. Whether this kid will deny it or not, she knew he had already caught a fair share of certain photographs before. If he hadn’t, then he’s quite out of the ordinary— but then again, wearing a pair of sunglasses inside the building already gave him that image. 

"Well, what exactly is your definition of ‘deviant’? Because gosh, I know boys your age are living the life of a saint.”

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└(♬~) "I don't read those kinds of magazines." Dave said, trying to reassure the girl that he wasn't a pervert. He wasn't really a pervert, he wasn't interested in boys or girls, and he's not really... interested in those kinds of activities at all. He put the papers back in his hand and put them back in his bag before returning to speak.

"I'm not a deviant, nor am I a pervert. I'm not interested in those kinds of things," Dave restated, kind of branching off from the statement he said earlier. He was kind of getting repetitive, but he was simply too thoughtless to even care. "Cute lines? I'd probably call them more like... puns or something." Dave added.

"If you had to ask me, my definition of a deviant would be close to that of a stalker, except a stalker who wanted someone's body, or a type of body. In other words, kind of like a pervert." Dave said, adjusting his sunglasses since it was sliding off his nose. 

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baddest male || open

└(♬~) What exactly was with Dave today? He had this boost in his self esteem, like he was the baddest guy around. Today he decided to wear gold chains, a black leather jacket, a black v neck, black leather pants, and well, you get the idea, all black. He walked around town with the cockiest smirk on his face, and he got quite a few stares before bumping into someone. Normally, Dave would be apologetic and say sorry, but he was feeling a bit... stubborn today, wasn't he? He had this ultimate pride mindset of never saying sorry or something.

"Hey, watch where you're going!" Dave scoffed at the stranger on the ground.

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Mistaken Identity .:Open:.

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Honestly, just the thought of meeting someone from his slightly younger days was pretty exciting, so he barely took note of the stranger’s reactions. The only thing he seemed to have noticed was the fact that there was a guy in front of him, a little shorter in height, with messy blonde hair…and somehow that combination seemed roughly like someone else. But then the other spoke further, and it finally sank in.

"…Chicago?" Now that he mentioned it, the other man didn’t sound quite like he was from Deziro, but since he wasn’t exactly familiar with American culture, he wouldn’t have easily guessed. Gakupo sighed, unable to hide any sign of disappointment he had on his face. "…I’ve lived in Prava all my life, and that person was in PravaSec with me so, you’re right. I’m sorry for the mix-up." Dave did have a point though, at least he’d met someone new, but that didn’t exactly make up for the fact that making such a mistake was a little embarrassing. "I’m Kamui Gakupo." He held out a hand to be shaken. 

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└(♬~) Dave was a bit offended after seeing the man's apparent look of disappointment. Then again, who isn't disappointed after thinking that you've seen long lost friend, or anything you haven't seen, only to find out it isn't really what it was. It was kind of distasteful for Dave to be disappointed as well,  At least the man didn't just try and shake him off, and instead told him his name. Dave also extended his hand for a firm handshake.

"So... what brings you here to Toulouse Market?" Dave said, trying to find something to talk about.

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Mistaken Identity .:Open:.

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Gakupo could tell something was a little odd straight from the get-go. Was his old classmate always this…squirmy? Either way, the other guy had escaped from his grip. He sighed in obvious disappointment. Surely the other would grin back or something, even if it had been a long time. Rejecting an old pal like that was just uncool, and then he had to go and yell like that. His voice sounded a little different, but it had been some years after all.

Gakupo allowed himself an unsatisfied pout. “Ehh? Come on now. Surely you remember me?” His pout quickly transformed back into a smile. “Unless you’re trying to mess me about? Well I’m smarter now, I’m not falling for it.” Right. That had to be it. His school friend was always a bit of a joker. “…I’m pretty sure you do know me. Unless you’ve become forgetful with age?” He gave the blonde a grin, still thinking he was someone familiar. 

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└(♬~) It wasn't hard to put two and two together, he made a hypothesis that this man probably had the wrong idea. He did have evidence, firstly, the person had something about age. Well, judging by looks, he was probably in this late 20's early 30's. Also, he had this... certain French accent. There wasn't really anyone in Dave's school that had an accent, and definitely not a French accent. Finally, it was weak evidence, but it was just a gut feeling.

"Um... I think you have the wrong person. I'm... actually 19, I graduated from Lincoln Park High School in Chicago last year, I attend St. Orwell University, and I've lived most of my life in Chicago. So unless you've also lived in Chicago, you've most likely have the wrong person. But hey, look on the bright side, you most likely met a new person today. I'm Dave Strider, nice to meet you."

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Mistaken Identity .:Open:.

Although it had been some years since he left school, Gakupo could still remember the names, faces and mannerisms of his old classmates. He didn’t particularly have any old close friends exactly, so was out of touch with most of those he knew, but he did know that many of them had moved on from the city. 

So when he spotted someone he thought he recognised, it came as a pleasant surprise. There was no mistaking it. There stood ahead of him amongst the bustling market was someone he once used to joke around with during those nostalgic school days. Without really thinking, he sped up to catch up to them whilst beaming a smile. 

"Hey hey! Long time no see! What you up to these days?" He swiftly flung his arms round the other’s shoulders like it was second nature, little knowing he was making a terribly dumb mistake. 

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└(♬~) There was absolutely nothing to do today. Dave didn't have work, he wasn't tired, he wasn't in need of something, rather he was just window shopping, if that's what it's called. Usually on his days off, he would be at home, cranking up some music, but today he just didn't feel like getting on his laptop. So here he was, just walking through the market, looking for things to buy. Just when he was about to pick up a bag of mini churros, two arms wrapped him in a (friendly?) hug. "Hey! Long time no see! What you up to these days?" 

Dave somehow managed to wriggle out of the hug, and turned around and sputtered out quickly, "Who the hell are you?" Wait. He somehow looked similar... sure, the voice was different, but... the hair color somehow reminded him of someone... he knew. Was this deja vu? Or was he just imagining it? It never hurt to ask... well, most of the time. "Wait... do I know you?"

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21

21: Can mun cook?

Um, yes I think I can cook… when in reality I only cook things in microwaves, toaster ovens, or actual ovens. I’ve never tried cooking on an open stove to be honest….. but I can mix things! I guess. wait is that called cooking idk anymore //slips away

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fortune cookie || junko + dave

[ponriana]

[♔]— An instant halt was put to Junko’s movements the moment the male blond started throwing out embarrassingly cheap pick-up lines at her and she couldn’t help herself but gaze up at him with a look of incredulity. Was this kid serious? Judging by the school papers she already had in her hands, the boy was probably too young for her. But then again, he wasn’t really the first younger boy to be hitting on her so she wasn’t surprised.

Her look of disbelief then switched to an amused one as she resumed to picking his papers up then standing back up to her feet.

"That’s very cute of you but you would’ve been cuter if you actually helped me pick up your school papers.” An entertained tone laced her words while her delicate fingers handed the young boy his papers. Upon hearing his realization regarding her identity, Junko merely shrugged her shoulders.

"That depends on what kind of magazine you’re referring to, sweetie. Is it a fashion magazine or the kind of magazine perverts romance their nether regions to? Because some people have mistaken me for someone else before."

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└(♬~) "Oh. Right." Dave replied, coming back down from the sky of puns. The woman had just asked him to pick up some of his papers, instead of her just picking them up. Well, this wasn't very gentlemanly of Dave, just watching the girl pick up his papers. After all, the common laws of society always said be polite to girls.

He bent down to grab some more of his papers, picking them up with great agility. After all, his older brother taught him the way of the ninja. If anything, he was probably picking them up way too fast in the mindset of a human. He'd probably get some stares from people around him, but there weren't any people around, the only person was the girl standing in front of him.

"So you're my neighbor, huh....." Dave said nonchalantly, standing up since he had finished picking up the remainder of the school papers on the ground. While he has read some of those magazines (his brother keeps a secret stash of them under his bed), he has never had the gut to buy them. He does get some magazines delivered to his apartment, and if he recalled, he had seen the girl in one of the fashion magazines... maybe Vogue? Or maybe Allure? Then again, it might have been both.

"I'm just assuming this, but you're probably just one of those models from Vogue or something." Dave said, scratching his head. "But then again, you might be on several other magazines.... well, for one thing, I'm not a deviant, but....." Dave added, trailing off with his words.

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fortune cookie || junko + dave

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[♔]— “What do you mean I have to wear 'Chinese stuff'? What does that even mean?” An unimpressed scowl adorned the young gyaru’s lips as she got up from her couch after putting her boots on, her pink slider phone pressed against her ear. She rolled her eyes at the man’s voice from the other line, getting more infuriated of the fact that his explanation made no sense regarding as to why her photoshoot for the magazine will require her wearing 'Chinese stuff'.

"It’s called a cheongsam. Not a sexy Chinese dress, genius.” She sighed while her fingers reached for her wallet that was neatly settled on the coffee table, nodding her head from time to time at the man’s response from the other line. “All right, all right. I will consider it. I’ll just call you later and let you know if—”

Abruptly, her words were soon cut short the moment she stepped out of her apartment and a body collided with hers— causing her to nearly lose her balance and drop her phone down on the floor. Failing to hear the stranger’s apology, Junko let out a curse under her breath followed by a muttered ‘sorry’ as she instinctively knelt down on one knee and started picking up the scattered pieces of paper on the floor with hasty movements; unintentionally disregarding her phone.

"Sorry about this." She apologized again in case the guy didn’t hear her, hardly even giving him a glance. "I was on the phone and I didn’t see you coming." Finally looking up, the blonde couldn’t help but quirk a brow the second she realized that the other blond was sporting a pair of sunglasses. "…unless… you’re the one who didn’t see me…? Are you blind… or are you just trying to pull off a look? And a bad one, may I add.”

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└(♬~) The girl in front of him, a peculiar looking person with light pink pigtails, blue mysterious eyes, and not to mention a proactive cheongsam, was hastily picking up Dave's papers, but her phone remained flat on the ground. He just kept on looking at the girl before hearing a few words from the woman's mouth.

"Ah, it's ok, I wasn't paying attention either." Dave said hastily once those few sentences escaped out of her mouth. However, it seemed that the girl had more to add to her words. Sure, he wasn't blind, and it wasn't hard to see with these sunglasses, but the girl's last statements gave him an idea. Cheesy ideas, to be exact. Clearing his throat, he began his charismatic ramble.

"Oh, I'm not blind, I've probably just fallen for you." Dave cooed. "Then again, I've probably been blinded by you. However, if you see me looking at you, it's not that I've been glancing at you, because you're basically like the sun, if I stare too long, I'll probably get blinded. Of course, not in a bad way, I'd just be blinded by your perfection." Dave wasn't sure if he was complimenting the girl or insulting her. Either way, the logic in his brain had just fizzed out.

"Wait, aren't you that girl from that magazine? To think that I'd have a neighbor like that..." Dave noted, just realizing that this girl looked like that person from the magazine.

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└(♬~) It was all because a damn fortune cookie.

At the cafeteria at St. Orwell's, they were serving Chinese food today, and Dave just decided to get a platter of chow mein, orange chicken, spring rolls, and to top it all off, a fortune cookie. To him, any Chinese meal wasn't complete without a fortune cookie. He always loved reading the fortunes, it always left Dave in hysterics over the ridiculous fortunes, such as the last one he received: "Look left, look right, keep doing this quickly for 10 seconds, then look forward. You should feel your head spinning." Fortunes in a fortune cookie were just stupid, but it didn't hurt to read them.

After scarfing down the last of his chow mein, he opened the fortune cookie and read the fortune, assuming that it was just some kind of cheesy pick up line. However, this one was just straight forward, and it kind of worried Dave.

'Today you will find your soulmate.'

Dave let out a small chuckle at first, thinking it was just a joke, but in the back of his mind, he was actually worrying about the fortune. What will my soulmate look like? What do they act like? Is this even true? Dave kept on daydreaming about his issue at hand in pretty much all the classes he had after lunch. He hurried back to Eden Tower once classes were over. He really didn't want to have to have that fortune in his mind.

He ran too fast, or more specifically he wasn't looking where he was going. He bumped into someone, school papers scattered everywhere. "Oh... sorry." Dave said. Ironically, he had that fortune stuck in his head all that time, and now, he had completely forgot about it.

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Ü~

└(♬~) “…..That idiot left his phone on the counter, he could have it stolen… well, luckily it fell into my hands, I wonder what’s in this phone anyway.” Dave said, picking up Byakuran’s phone from the bar counter, and clicking the on button.

"Ha. No passcode. Should’ve known." Dave said, sliding open the phone with ease.

Not surprising that he has Candy Crush……

Let’s change his wallpaper, shall we?” Dave said, scrolling through the internet, changing his background to a picture of apple juice.

"Hey, it’s instagram. Nice url, now how about we take a selfie?" Dave said, striking a pose, and then adding in these hashtags while uploading:

#nofilter #thisidiotlefthisphoneontheground #clubbing #2swag

"Eh, I guess I’m done." Dave said, then putting the phone in his pocket.

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Also, while I'm here, 36.

36: What accent does mun have?

When it comes to my accent, I have no idea how to explain this. I have a Californian accent, but I also have a lisp. I tend to get my tongue tied over the letter s. Also, I tend to say my th’s like d’s. So instead of the, it would sound like duh.

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Problem: You wake up one day and find all your clothing gone. Solution-?

└(♬~) Wrap yourself in a blanket and walk around in that. While you’re at it, buy new clothes at like the thrift shop or something.

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Give me a problem and I'll give you a not-so-well-thought-out solution.

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The fact that the other male had noticed the redness spreading across his face only made it worse and Honoka had to resist the urge to groan in mortification. Wonderful. He was already making a complete fool out of himself, wasn’t he? The pun did make a small grin tug at his lips, though, and his posture relaxed, if only slightly, amusement mixing in with the embarrassment. 

"Y-yeah—" No. No, he did not just stutter. "—I guess it’s just you. And, ah…"

Honoka paused, brown eyes following the stranger’s movements towards his hand - or, more accurately, the red string tied around his wrist. He swallowed, both flattered and perhaps a little nervous, because out of all the people participating in the festival tonight, he’d hardly expected someone to want to tie his string. His gaze flickered upwards once more, a little uncertain, searching.

And then he nodded, smiling as he held his hand out for the person to take his string. “You may. I…don’t think I’d mind enjoying the festival with you.” 

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└(♬~) "I guess it's just me, then." Dave said. "Or is it because of me...?" Dave added on a side note. Yes, he will fit puns whenever and wherever he can put them. However, he only used them when the mood seemed right. Getting permission from the male, he uttered a quick thank you, and then knelt down to tie the string. Dave first untied the string on his right hand and then tied it onto his left hand. After that, he then proceeded to tying the other's string to his own string. After finishing, he just said a few words. "Again, thank you for letting me tie your string to mine." Dave remarked before lightly pecking the male's hand, then standing up.

"Now then, shall we go and enjoy the festival? The festivities are waiting for us."