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what up, it’s ya enby red here, bringing one of my fave muses, oikawa tooru, to halifax!
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“Which loops back around to why you’re even commenting on how I cook. It’s bad enough I have to look at these mostly illegible comment cards that were clearly written by people with less brains than their neanderthal ancestors. I don’t need off hand comments from people that haven’t even tried- wait a minute.” Jughead reached down to root around in his messenger bag, a small sound of triumph ensued as he pulled out a bowl of fresh made lamb stew. Offering the unopened bowl to the man, Jughead said, “I don’t ever give away my own food, but in this case, I could use another opinion if you don’t mind?”
tooru smiles at the other, pleased that the other doesn’t seem as upset as he could be. it would ruin tooru’s plan if he were to be turned into stew. “maybe you shouldn’t be putting words in my mouth,” he replies even as he reaches out to take the bowl. “i’d love to try it, but don’t you have any- spoons or anything?” this wasn’t like after a game, when the only concern was getting as much food into himself as fast as he could.
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“I’m sorry….w-what? I lost them, I guess. I came here and I thought they’d show up and they’re not here.” he mumbled and looked down at his feet.
tooru hums lightly, the tone disapproving, though his smile is still on his face. he doesn’t like how confused the other is. “were you all supposed to come here together? because unless you actually planned this with them, they can hardly be blamed for not being here.”
“I swear if I hear one more person say that my lamb stew tastes like chicken, I’ll turn their most precious body part into a stew and force feed it to them. If anyone has a problem with that, I’m right here. Who feels lucky today?”
...and iwaizumi has the gall to call tooru twisted. look of disgust on his face, tooru is barely able to reply in any kind of nice way. “maybe you shouldn’t be cooking the lamb so it tastes like chicken,” he replies snidely. “not that i know what your stew even tastes like as you haven’t given me any.”
iwa-chan, are you my mom?
make me choose: kagehina or iwaoi for @akaashist
kenji was running around halifax, trying to find out how he was here and why he was here and why the hell everything looked so nice. kenji stopped running around and stopped infront of someone “excuse me, do you know why I’m here?”
even tooru, fitness enthusiast that he is, was more than ready and willing to admit that it’s far too cold to be running outside. so when he spies the other man running, there’s a look of surprise on his face. “i would bet it’s because you didn’t know how cold it is,” he replies, elegantly disdainful. “or do you mean here in halifax? because only only you would know the answer to that.”
“h-hey so like I don’t know where my friends are so do you mind just – hanging out with me for…a few?” will whispered and looked up at the person infront of him, he’s always hated being alone.
tooru casts a quick glance at the other, examining him up and down, before nodding, a grin coming to his face. “did you lose your friends, or did they lose you?” there’s no malice intended by his words, but they come out sharper than intended.
There he was in a cop uniform. Who would have thought he’d try and fit into normal society? It was easier to do this and keep a low profile. Lucifer stood in front of the mirror in the station bathroom and looked at his gold name plate. “N. Munroe.” He chuckled. “Guess it will have to be something to get used to.” He shook his head before hurrying out the door and towards the exit. As he pushed the door open he saw someone heading for the stairs. “Hey, can I help you with something?” He asked as he came to a complete stop.
tooru didn’t have a clue where he was. or rather, he knew he was in a police station, and he knew he was in halifax, but otherwise he was completely lost. and his phone had died earlier that day, so getting directions back to the hotel off that was nigh impossible, at least until he found a charger. and normally he prided himself on being prepared. bright smile on his face, giving nothing of his inner dismay away, he asked the other man, “could you give me directions back to the hotel?”
“It is snowing!” Despite of being desperate and scared the sight of the white snowflakes made Elsa smile. It was calming. It was something familiar in a place that was confusing and strange. “I really was not sure if snow would even exist in this place. It is…. it is really wonderful, don’t you think?”
tooru fixes a smile on his face as he turns to look at the girl. truth be told, he rather wished it hadn’t started snowing as he was heading back from the gym, but he supposed it could be worse. accent filling his words, the setter replies, “of course snow exists here. this is canada, after all. are you from the south?”
what up, it’s ya enby red here, bringing one of my fave muses, oikawa tooru, to halifax!
( yamazaki kento, he/him ) did you see OIKAWA TOORU from HAIKYUU!! walking down the streets of canada? they’re quite PASSIONATE but also CUNNING. they’re here as A STUDENT and they’re in Halifax because of COLLEGE.
so i’ve been rping tooru here for, oh say, uh. just over a year now? i first picked him up in early december of last year and good god, he is easily one of my absolute favorite characters to rp.
he loves volleyball! probably more than he loves himself
he’s just this…. huge mess of insecurity issues and anxiety and insomnia and it’s great, it really is.
but he’s constantly pushing himself to do better, to be better. at least when it comes to volleyball.
arguably a sadist; he straight up gets described as such, and also his motto / favorite saying is “if you’re going to hit it, hit it until it breaks.”
more headcanon things than anything, but: 1) i’m rping him as having injured his knee playing volleyball. he still plays, ofc, but there are certain issues that arise from the injury. and, 2) he’s a transman.
catch me crying over the episode / chapter literally titled “oikawa tooru is not a genius” at any given moment tbh !!
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iwaizumi is the shortest third year on seijou- not by much, really, but the other third years tease him about it more often than he likes.
you know they’re dead after this
❛❜ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴛ ɪᴛ, ʜɪᴛ ɪᴛ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ɪᴛ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋs.
🌸 Oikawa Tooru (及川徹) 🌸
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Mercury was VERY tempted to be ‘that asshole’ and take the money and run. It wouldn’t be hard. But, hey, Mercury was bored with zero shame. Taking the money, he slipped it in his inner jacket pocket with a wink and a smug ‘thank you’. Turning, Mercury spotted a overhanging storefront, triggering his boots to launch him on top of them with an explosion. If he was going to do this, he might as well embarrass the guy during the process. With everyone’s attention now caught on him, Mercury made damn sure to direct his ‘tear jerking’ singing towards Tooru. With complete confidence, he broke into an overly loud and obnoxious song of ‘Happy Birthday’.
tooru is used to being the center of attention. he likes having the spotlight on him. of course, someone singing happy birthday to him in an over the top dramatic way wouldn’t have been how he’d usually go about getting most people’s eyes on him. phone out, the camera trained on the other, he’s grinning. he’s prepared to treasure this memory for ages, and if it comes to it, use the recording as blackmail. the setter does think that the impromptu stage the other was using was a bit much, but he wasn’t going to complain. once the performance is over, he stops recording to clap in a condescending manner.
i’ll be online to do replies tomorrow. the last ten minutes of my shift at work today were Annoying and tbh i just wanna unwind and play some rct2.