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i remade over here pls follow that blog because this one will just become an archive
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Indie A from Death Note RP blog
i remade over here pls follow that blog because this one will just become an archive
Indie A from Death Note RP blog
i remade over here pls follow that blog because this one will just become an archive
Indie A from Death Note RP blog
i remade over here pls follow that blog because this one will just become an archive
Indie A from Death Note RP blog
i remade over here pls follow that blog because this one will just become an archive
i feel like remaking this blog. a fresh start might be in order
Quick, as if on cue, B spins his body around and reaches towards the other boy, the palm of his hand harshly clasping against his mouth, where he tightly held his jaw in his hand, his fingers attempting to muffle any further noise.
He hushes him and waits a moment before he decides to leans close.
“Quiet!” He seethes, “– the only way he’ll find out is if you don’t keep quiet!”
B’s hand is cold, a small shock to his system, but it forces the words back down A’s throat and he reluctantly swallows them like jagged little pills. He’s still inclined to tell B that this is a bad idea, but at best can only hope he conveys this message through his eyes, given that his mouth is sealed.
which part of your otp says “if you were a flower, you’d be a damndelion and which part tells the other “you know a dandelion is a weed, right”
headcanon that A’s hair grows like a weed and this is pretty much what he looked like when he arrived at Wammy’s
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“Why are you like this. Why do you do the things you do.”
tfw your mentor has slathered cake icing all over himself
oh my god two words in that just UNIVERSAL LANGUAGE
He went straight to Acceptance. He didn’t even go through the five stages of grief. He just started at Acceptance.
There’s a slight pause as he takes a moment to recollect whether he did or did not inform the other of who exactly they have been tailing this entire time.
His lips purse in a thinking manner, eyebrows furrowing as he suddenly recalls having no memory of ever properly informing the other of his motive for being here- in fact, he only ever remembers grabbing the boy by his elbow and dragging him along. He nearly laughs. “What do you think, A?”
It doesn’t take a detective to realize that, based on B’s earlier comments, they were tailing L, and then--
“We’re tailing L?!” His voice is a breaking squeak as he panics while trying to contain his voice below audible levels. “Oh, B, his is a very bad idea--what if he finds out??”
He does not turn his head to face the other successor as he speaks.
”It can certainly lead to it.” His legs cease movement as he nears a corner in the hallway, he takes a step back and presses his back against the wall and suddenly turns his head to face him. “I think he’s around this corner,” his hand raises with his index finger pointing to his right- “If we’re quiet enough, we might be able to catch a glimpse! Keep in mind that he’s quite sneaky, very quick- I’ve lost him plenty of times in the past..”
B’s sleuthing maneuvers and dodging out of the line of sight remind A of an old Noir. “A glimpse of what, exactly?” the first successor whispers in return as he searches his memory for a reason as to why he joined B on this little misadventure. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a bit curious, though.
How did B handle you being first?
“He seemed fine at first, actually; almost as if he didn’t care. I don’t think he even had to try that hard to make it to his rank. For all of B’s, uh, idiosyncrasies, he’s very smart. But then he became pretty fixed on the idea of surpassing L as time went on and grew a little more competitive.”
“Of course things will go wrong- if you continue to hold onto that attitude of yours,” he retorts. Without waiting for the other boy to respond, he proceeds to move forward.
“I highly doubt my ‘attitude’ will be the cause of things going awry...” he sighs but trails along behind him anyway, trying to keep his steps from overtaking the other’s.
His head cocks to the side, catching a glimpse of the boy behind him. “I promise, this is a great idea!” He insists, “– Besides, when have I ever done anything remotely stupid?” Don’t answer that.
A almost looks like he wants to laugh and oh, how skeptical it would sound. “What if something goes wrong?” he poses.
stress out? no. stress in. internalize that shit and tell no one.