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✆, ø and ✘ : )

Send “✆” for a morning text.

⊰ ✉ → ghostie: sent. ⊱ i just woke up it’s like 5 am, kill me. i don’t want to go anywhere, it’s cold, i feel so dead. ;;; .. no offense. 

Send “ø” for a late night text.

⊰ ✉ → ghostie: sent. ⊱ I JUST FINISHED AHS SEASON 3 FOR THE 4TH TIME. HALLELUJAH. it’s like 5am ahahaha, bye. 

Send “✘” for a hateful text.

⊰ ✉ → ghostie: sent. ⊱ okay listen here you stupid ghost idiot, i am so effin’ done with you, i cant believe you actually said that and i’m going to kill you. oh wait you’re already dead. too bad.

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I'm just judging you a little for the way you forgot everything about tumblr because you're gone so often--

     Can you please not judge me, that’s not nice. I just forgot everything because.. I— well, gone way too often, for way too long. But I am here now, aren’t I— I think I should get a cake for that. 

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Hello there.

     Hi hello, I’m.. um, Seulmi. 

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At least you figured it wasn't korean, right? I mean that's something-- Ah, people always having food with them, all I can offer is.. hm, nothing, actually. Food wise, at least. Totally could offer strangers my phone or something, but I think.. I wouldn't like to give it away. {; she blinks a few times, slowly shaking her head about her own words. } Chocolate chip is good, I have nothing against it. {; flashing a bright smile at him she quickly takes the bag of cookies, taking out two before giving it back to him. } Thanks. 

-rubs the back of his head- Yeah it kind of gave me a minute to actually process the fact that it was a different language. I have cookies in my backpack -he points to the bag strapped around his back. He takes off his backpack and unzips the first zipper and takes out a small bag of chocolate chip cookies, he pushes them towards her- Do you like chocolate chip? 

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I guess we'll see about that, as for now I'm not too sure, I mean ah-- so far I'm pretty lame. I could tell jokes, but they .. probably wouldn't be funny. Unless you think chemistry jokes are funny that is-- maybe we're both lame. Wouldn't be too bad, someone to be lame with sounds like .. a good thing, to be honest. Let's do that.

Maybe I’ll be another person who calls you interesting after we talked for some time, who knows— But if we talk about it like that, I’m not even sure if you can call me interesting either, so let’s just be lame together until we figure out if you’re truly lame or not?

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let's play this nice game where I approach two random people I see on my dashboard--

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Mhm, right. Ah, yes I have met people who said they are lame, but ended up being really hilarious, and interesting. I have to admit-- I used to get called interesting, but that was a long time ago, and now I just try to go with the flow-- 

All that matters is that we get along though, right? Plus, I think everybody thinks they’re lame and they turn out to be pretty interesting persons—

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sxgaxdaddy said: 

We could become friends—

I'm so bad at making friends though, I'm pretty lame, y'know--

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I should be more active-- but I literally have no friends.

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py·ro·ma·ni·a, noun; the irresistible urge to start fires.

    My body doused in ash with two empty cans of gas         the only evidence they have is a police sketch of my mask            and it’s hard at times to ask if you could save my heart for last                and it’s hard to face the facts when the darkness fades to black.

✖ ; ✖ ; ✖ ; ✖

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Hello there, I know we both never saw each other before-- At least I think that, but I think we should become friends. -smiles brightly, saluting playfully to the girl that was standing before him-

Hello to you too- uh, no I mean yes, I agree we’ve never seen each other before. Friends? Sounds good to me, actually. I’m Seulmi, but people usually call me Tae, or Seulsa— you know because Salsa? It’s funny.. kinda, no? Okay. {; she clears her throat, nibbling on her lower lip before giving a few nods of her head. } Back to the friends thing— yes, like said, Seulmi, so.. you are?

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Hey there gorgeous!

You and I both know what this is and what I want from you, I’m new and I need some friends just like this pretty lady right here. But don’t give her your money— If you help us both out, I’ll make sure you won’t regret it. So let’s make a deal, yeah?

If you like this post, I will drop by and point out your most striking feature to me along with something weird probably, but nontheless we will start an amazing, everlasting friendship.

If you reblog this post, I will drop by and give you food as well as my phone number so there are no excuses for us becoming the bestest of friends. Sell my number online though and I’m gonna skin you alive.

If you follow me after seeing this post, I will assume you’re a fan who just wants to see what’s up in my life because let’s be honest, I’m awesome but I will think of something nice for you too when I have time because I wouldn’t be here without you~

We all know asklimit is a bitch though, so depending on how many people will do this it will maybe take some time to do this okay? Also my typist would prefer conversing on the dash for this caUSE ASKLIMIT OKAY.

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{´ Even though Kirio said something about "hating when people stare at him" she kept her eyes on the young male, chewing on the inside of her cheek just because what else was there to do? But the complains of the shinigami annoyed her anyway, which was why she mumbled a "shut up." with a roll of her eyes. It was easy to see that the other was .. in awe, or whatever you'd call it, her expression still being cold - trying to not really show anything that was going on inside of her head. Not knowing what exactly he was made her a bit angry, usually it was so easy to actually find something about each creature that let you know what you're dealing with. Having that roaming through her head again she let out a rather quiet huff, turning her head away to look at some people who were passing by.

As soon as she felt him grab her wrist she turned her gaze back to whatever it was she was talking to, and almost she let out a shriek just because she hadn't expected it. It was so rare that she went out, and she never had people touch her, since she was simply stepping away whenever someone tried to give her a hug, or shake her hand. For a second she looked down at her shoes, just ignoring the fact that the tea was dry and left stains on them - whatever, she could wash them later at home. } Uhm.. we have to go left and then just go straight ahead until we reach a way that goes right.. I think. {´ The last two words, "I think" were said quietly, since she was sure it was exactly how she said it, the "I think" was more or less just something she added after she explained something, a habit, if you want to say so. }

[ `It was hard for him to not notice her stare as he found himself glancig up in the general direction of the Shinigami; he was really at a loss for words, that much was clear. Almost as a child felt on Christmas morning, his usual distant expression was replaced in awe as imagination protruded it’s way into his line of sight. How he wanted to see the creature— to talk to him. To indulge himself in a conversation with something that peaked his interest in the most childish of ways. It was becoming increasingly difficult for the young male to reign in his excitement.

Returning his gaze to the female, he dared to grab her wrist rather carefully, tugging her towards the exit. Never mind that the pair were donning tea stains on their clothes, more so the excited demeanor of the teenage boy kept him from remembering that maybe he should have gone home to change. That would have been a good idea. Gnawing on the inside of his cheeks, he searched desperately for a conjunction of words to convey what he wanted to express; that was a hard task, generally.] Ah… Which way do we go from here? [ `He had such a bad way of acknowledging topics, though his actions presented a ‘yes’ to wanting to go to the graveyard with her.]

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Slightly taken aback as the stranger she had seen turned around she just shifted her gaze away from him, looking into a different direction; though she couldn't really do that for long so her eyes wandered along the sidewalk until they reached him again. He - the stranger - took a few steps towards her, making her take a step back, just in case. She learned that you could never trust strangers, it could go terribly wrong if you do. "..terrible. I-- get it.. yes.", she almost squeaked her words. She was young, not exactly ugly, and it was getting dark; no one was around except him. So of course the petite female was a bit scared, not too scared to actually run away or anything.

Clearing her throat to speak in a normal tone again she moved her head in a nodding motion, realizing that she just did that she changed her mind; shaking her head instead. "I-- am fine. Just a bit lost, don't worry." She inhaled the air deeply into her lungs, curling her lips into a slight smile to make him believe what she had just said. Maybe, just maybe she should ask him for help anyway-- otherwise Seulmi probably wouldn't get home anytime soon, since she'll most likely wander around the streets for a few hours, until she finds a way that seems familiar to her in any way. "Not just a bit lost-- really lost. I have .. no clue where I am.", she finally admitted, puffing out her cheeks after - that being a habit of hers, she did that a lot when she was nervous. 

Whistling to himself an unrecognisable tune, Jimin wandered around as he waited for his friend to show up. He groaned for the nth time while glancing at the wristwatch he sported on his left hand as he realised that the friend might've stood him up --and today was supposed to be an important day for the both of them. "Bloody hell." As the crude word slipped past his lips, barely audible, he brought out his phone to punch in a few keys to notify the friend of his leave, but not before he made it clear of his less-than-pleased state.

Sensing a pair of eyes trained on him, Jimin swivelled around on the heel of his foot; his eyes did an immediate scan of his surroundings in hopes that he would find the source, furrowing his brows as he spotted a girl who adopted a troubled look a distance away from where he stood. He looked her up and down before lifting a hand to run it through his locks —successfully dishevelling it in the process —while he shoved his other hand into the pocket of his jeans, and as he did so, took a few strides to reach the girl. “You look terrible— -I mean, not terrible-terrible. Just— - Ah, you get what I mean.” Stumbling over his words, he paused as he realised that he was rambling. The girl, he noticed, glanced at him uncomfortably. “I’m Jimin. ... and now that you know my name, I'm not that much of a stranger anymore. So I was just wondering if you, y'know, needed my assistance.”

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{; Due to her nervousness she started playing with a streak of her hair, her head tipping to the left as she eyed the younger male in front of her, who stared more or less at Kirio, she knew he wasn't able to see him, but she also knew that he was in fact looking into the Shinigamis direction. Seulmi had wanted to cross her arms above her chest but instead she kind of hugged herself, keeping her eyes fixed on the other. For a few moments she had forgotten that there were people around them, though they passed by rather quick and wouldn't notice anything, and most likely wouldn't hear anything they said. And what was so weird about two teenagers standing somewhere, talking? Nothing. Unless they would hear what they were talking about, that might seems a bit strange to people around them, but then again -- who cares.

She licked over her lips, something she would do when she had no idea what else she could do, since at the moment it was rather quiet, they both took their time observing each other before actually replying to anything-- but the thought that people could actually hear what they said made her feel a bit uncomfortable, it wouldn't be too good, but she also had no idea where else to go, and even though he seemed nice-- she didn't trust him. Never trust strangers. } Uh-- I am sure.. it's quite interesting to other people, especially if they've seen .. Death Note. {; The female puffed out her cheeks, inhaling deeply before giving him a few short nods of her head. } I-- guess I could tell you, but-- not here, people could hear. You know-- there's a graveyard not too far from here, it's rather quiet there and almost no people go there, so .. uh, yes.

[ `Absently, the young male wondered whether or not he would be able to see the creature. He wasn’t sure what he’d say, how he’d act, nor was he aware about how— Kirio, as Lucifer had named the creature—  would address him. Death Note was one thing, an actual supernatural creature was another. Half amused at the thought of a large, skeleton-like living being floating a distance behind the pretty female, Jungkook glanced over into empty space, faint laugh lines appearing on the curve between the corners of his lips and cheekbones.

The female. Jungkook returned his gaze to her, a sheepish laugh brushing past a pair of plump, pink lips. He was incredibly embarrassed by now— and in retrospect, he couldn’t help but feel as such over the entire ordeal. He’d always imagined himself in the girl’s situation with a shinigami of his own— instead, he was cemented working for the devil himself in exchange for some blood. Under different circumstances, he would have asked her to eat; maybe gotten to know her better, quite possibly befriending her— right now, he was quite unsure of how the occurrence would go. He wasn’t too good with people.] Is it bad to… you know, tell you how curious I am about this? I mean— Death Note. [ `He stressed, gnawing on the inside of his cheek.] If it’s not… offensive or anything… could you tell me how it happened? [ `He was piping words as a small, interested child would. Though faintly shy, he was incredibly prurient.]

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