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#27: “There is something I have to tell you..”
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#27: “There is something I have to tell you..”
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@fieryvanguard Continued from here ♥
“Ya--Yata.” Yup, he was loud alright. Saruhiko resisted the urge to click his tongue against his teeth. “So, how much do you know about erosion?” Did this kid listen when teachers spoke at all? He wasn’t sure, but then again, it wasn’t like he had ever paid much attention to him.
@fenrirsrefrain continued from here ♥
The blackhaired boy pushed his glasses slowly up his nose as he watched the blond boy. “You... Can hide?” That actually didn’t sound unappealing. It sort of reminded Saruhiko how he enjoyed to drape his blanket over him sometimes when he worked on the computer late into the night. Whenever he worked on the computer at home, at least, as it was a lot more difficult to do the blanket thing in Internet cafés.
nullcfied:
— Dazai blinked to see the young man get up after those blows he had received. Wow, they were violent with him, what happened to get to this point? Did he provoke them or was it the typical school bullying? Disgusting.
After listening to the other’s question, he shook his head.
❝ Don’t get me wrong, I don’t care. But I have a job that helps people and certain promise to fulfill. Can I know what happened? ❞
The somewhat blunt reply actually got rewarded with a crooked little grin from the boy. He began to dust his clothes off. “My upperclassmen are shitstains, and cowards to boot. That’s all.”
“...What kind of job?”
Warnings: Please Read
So I rather make an official statement now that upon mutual agreement with @youngestmonkey request our { closed rp } for our current ongoing RP to eventually go from normal to explicit (don’t know how explicit). I rather do warnings and give everyone heads up now. Anything that is adult content will be under { Read More } do not click, read, or send hate notes later if it’s something you don’t like, agree with, etc, everyone’s views and what they are comfortable with reading and writing is different and we don’t want to offend anyone.
That is literally the point of warnings and read more. Their Fushimi is underage and I know this may trigger, offend, or make some uncomfortable with it but this is our RP and this is the setting we are eventually heading towards after discussing it mutually. I want to make clear that I don’t condone, agree with underage relationships that are past friendship in real life, but this is a work of fiction and we are two mature adults who want to write something together that most people would not comfortably write, or read. If you have any questions or concerns feel free to PM or IM me.
I loved writing since I was 13 years old myself and after many years later, I have taken interest on writing the type of settings that are unique and someone agreeing to this kind of setting is basically exploring something new that I have never done before, thank you for reading.
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suohmikoto-homra:
He glanced at the boy for a minute then at the money. He didn’t know what to do with it. He never kept up with prices at the bar even though he lived here. He let the cigarette rest in his lips as it slowly burned and kept staring at the money before pushing it back to the boy. It was too bothersome thinking on what to do so he simply returned it back. It was just ‘cola’ anyways. Doubt Izumo would care, right? Since it seemed like this boy wasn’t going anywhere any time soon he finally spoke with a bored toned. “Who are you…?”
The cigarette smoke didn’t smell very good, but seemed to be just a simple cigarette, not the weed Niki smoked on occasion. He figured that was okay. But why was he giving the money back to him? Confused, he pocketed it, then took another drag on the straw. “Fushimi.” Saruhiko didn’t like his given name to put it lightly, so for now, he decided not to say it. “I’m a customer. Do you usually ask your customers who the hell they are?”
raionteima:
⌠❖⌡ “No vegetables, spicy food, fruits unless it’s pineapple on pizza, grape juice if it’s not artificial, but chicken and rice, fires, and PB sandwiches are okay, got it!” There was absolutely zero need for him to list all of those things out, but, he wanted to let the other know he was ‘listening’ to all that the other had said and not pretending to. “I think I know just the perfect thing to make then if you want to come to watch me you’re free to but don’t feel like you do! Here, in the meantime the TV is yours.” A smile as he slides the remote over to the other across the bar, after that he made his way into the kitchen to start preparing some food for the other.
Saruhiko mumbled a ‘thank you’ and took the remote, zapping through the channels on the TV for a stretch of ten minutes or so. He didn’t find anything even remotely interesting, regular TV kind of sucked as opposed to his favorite streaming site when it came to watchable things relevant to him. He gave up and instead followed Tatara into the kitchen, curious despite himself.
“...I’m here.”
blueking-scepter4:
“Tell me Fushimi-Kun, what kind of interested do you have then? You seem very smart, do you perhaps have an interest in technology or computers?” Munakata was the kind to always be picking up random people he found fascinating and adding them to Scepter 4. Once the food arrived he started eating before he got a message from Awashima Seri with detailed information on the boy’s background. He seemed to come from a wealthy family but he seemed to not be treated very well at least from the physical characteristics he could see.
“I seem to be very smart because I am.” Saruhiko said, flattered but not one to take well to compliments, so that came off sounding more than a little self-centered. He poked around the fish soup as it arrived, finding stray herbs like cilantro and odd vegetables like onions and carrots, and he dropped them on the side of the bowl. “...I like both. But I like computers the most. I’m good at them, too.” He couldn’t help but notice Munakata’s phone (or hand computer? Whatever it was) beeping. “You know, if you’re busy, you don’t have to waste time on me.”
tjs-collection:
“Unless you count online poker, not really.”
Izumo answered after grinning at victory screen on Saruhiko, he wasn’t at all surprised that he was winning with a strategic approach.
His phone was a well loved possession, as you could tell by the fact that his fingers had actually polished down certain parts of the black casing, but he reluctantly handed it over to Izumo anyway. “Wa--wanna try? As long as you don’t save over my progress, you can use my character for a bit.”
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akaoujo:
There was something different about Saru. He seemed….younger. “Hi.”
“Hi.” How to speak with new people. Younger people. When not chatting over the Internet. “...Nice dress?”
akaoujo:
“Saru…hiko?”
His eyes widen for a moment and he sits down so that he’s more at eye level with Anna. “Um. Y-yeah. Hi?”
akaoujo:
“…..” Just stares up at him.
“...Do you want something...?” What is she doing?
Favorite flavor?
“Coffee.”