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koushime replied to your post:         i left my milk carton in the sun and it’s...

whats the experation date on it if todays not the day then ur fine

          it’s three days ago but it’s not chunky yet it should be fine

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         i left my milk carton in the sun and it’s warm should i still drink it

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& gurinshuta.

                                                     F R I D A Y.                                                         2:59 pm. 

     a silent yawn easily escapes his lips; lazily he watches the board in front of him,      chin resting in the palm of his hand while he continuously toys with the pencil in      between digits. he hears it        another test announced, and he’s already got his      plan set for the weekend. doesn’t take much to think about; ( go home, eat something,      scan over his work, sleep. saturday ? full relax day      sunday ? study. ) that is, of      course, if border isn’t in need of any assistance. things will definitely get cut short if      that were to happen, and it wouldn’t be the first time.

                                                        3:00 pm.

                                                        R I N G    !!

     there’s the usual cue that class is officially dismissed. papers and the many      pencils on his desk are gathered up and shoved into his backpack before it is      zipped. he stands, already making an exit for the door; swinging the bag over      his shoulders. another yawn leaves parted lips. no doubt that he’s tired. getting      a reasonable amount of sleep for the past nights had been a struggle for him          between all the tossing and turning, waking up almost every hour; it isn’t fun.                                  ( espeically if you were already dead tired. )

     but despite his eagerness to leave    there were some things he needed to get      from his locker, first. and so that’s exactly where he heads to; which, luckily      isn’t that far away. his movements were nearly sluggish, eyes being as dull      as they could get. his free hand would go over his mouth every so often, hiding      the small yawns - with only a few more steps being made until his feets came to      a complete halt - destination reached. a couple twists on the lock, and. . .it’s open !

                                    though,                           the thing he’s looking for. . .                                     isn’t. . . there    ??

                                               ‘ huh ; where.. …did i - put.. . . . it? ’

                    destroying his own locker looks to be the next mission.

     the majority of the school day passes by without much of a care. himself being an expert in the art of making himself seem as if he was working as diligently as his classmates seated around him, yoneya’s notebook remained consistently barren of notes. it was not fair to say he was totally lazy. one ear was always kept to attention, maybe just so he could listen for when the teacher was approaching or called his name. either way, that half-focus towards the instructor usually allowed him to pass through his classes with the minimal score.

     despite the languid nature of yoneya throughout much of the day, that could not be said about him for the last five minutes of the school day. with the end of his daily sentence in prison, freedom approaching, his mind only raced. his desk was clear save for his book and a single pencil, bag already opened and somewhat on his shoulder, ready to have contents thrown inside. there was almost a sense of satisfaction for being the first to leave class. 

     his plans to win this unspoken race are interrupted by one innocent mention ━ there was to be an examination after the escapade of his weekend. great, only one more thing to bog him down and ruin his relaxation. 

     even if he was not the most enthusiastic student, he was not brainless. with his questionable score on the past tests, this would surely end him, should he fail this. 

     the bell rings and as the class empties, yoneya remains at his desk for a few moments, eyes widened and mouth slightly agape. he recovers soon, gulping before exiting the classroom, head tilted downwards, deep in thought. 

     his mood deflated, it takes the sight of another to rouse him from the momentary dive. blonde hair and a nerdy sense of style, already he could tell who this person was, tearing through his things after the school bell had rung. a devious smirk coming across his face, he moves as if part of kazama’s unit, stealthier than any of those chameleon-users, before grabbing a hold of both of izumi’s shoulders.

     ❛ boo! yo izumi, do you got a minute? maybe after destroying your locker? ❜

ｓｅｎｋｏｕ ﹙ ʏᴏɴᴇʏᴀ ﹠ ɪᴢᴜᴍɪ. ﹚

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"yoneya! there's a girl at my school who wants to meet you, but whatever you do, don't go. i'm warning you."

     ❛ er, what? if it’s some pretty girl that wants to meet me, why not give the lady what she wants? i’m sure everyone would like to meet an a-rank attacker, one as charming and handsome as i, some time in their life. ❜ 

     strikes a pose in the meantime.

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don't ever dance again wtf..

     ❛ i bet you’re just jealous because you can’t dance like me, izumi, ❜

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& gurinshuta.

   ‘ a hater of WHAT exactly? ’        that dancing is awful.

     ❛ careful izumi! if you keep glaring like that, your face’ll freeze! ❜

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sits down by -- and, kinda /leans/ against.

     he is sitting quite peacefully, jamming out to the music which makes his oversized headphones rumble with liveliness, head bopping to the beat ever so slightly. with his soft stare glued to the ground, he skates across the concrete, noting details from the subtle cracks within the ground to the weeds making their mark on the world, pushing past such resistance in the extended strife for new life. 

     it’s lunchtime but he’s not all that hungry. maybe it was the product of having stealthily devoured what he had packed in the midst of class. 

     and before too long, there’s a surface which has bowed upon his back, eyebrows raise up in surprise. the touch is unexpected. eyes flick upwards, glancing over his shoulder before locks of golden color graze his neck. familiarity swells, deflating whatever momentary confusion he held. 

     a content sigh is released as he leans back as well; the sun’s warmth could not compare to how comforting the presence of another, perhaps a specific other, would provide for him. the music does not stop and his pastime is not interrupted. rather, a loose, pleasant silence filling his mind. he takes out his phone to switch the song. from a hard beat, club music booming, it shifts to a much softer song. instruments play faintly, a serene harmony painting this moment ever so quaintly.

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stop acting like a fool... ...

     ❛ stop being so uptight, shuuji! c’mon, you gotta feel the music! ❜

     continues to dance wildly to that funky music. no matter whatever hostility he would be forced to overcome by those whom would declare himself his allies, there would be no stifling of his good mood. positivity reigns supreme! 

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‘ hey, yoneya. you tired. .? ’

     perhaps the darkness which gathered in lines underneath his eyes would speak more than his low-toned words could. 

     at the voice, it takes the soldier a moment to comprehend the question directed at him. eyes widening slightly as the gears within his mind processed an answer, one befitting of a person like izumi, shadowy irises remain pointed towards the ground. he squints meagerly, the left corner of his mouth pulling inwards before at long last, he finally removes his attention from nothing, placing it upon his fellow border agent instead. a smirk accompanies such a turn of attention. blonde hair, like sunlight, starlight, that which would give him enough energy to last the night.

     ❛ you kidding? nah, i’m not tired. how about you? i could keep watch for a bit, if you wanna doze or something. ❜

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koushime replied to your post:pokes. 'boop.'

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     ❛ don’t worry, tachikawa-san, i’m sure they’ll come around to you too! eventually. ❜

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pokes. 'boop.'

     another invasion of his personal space? maybe he could let this one slide.

     ❛ well hello to you too, konami-san. ❜

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pinches his cheek.

     has his cheek pinched. nose scrunches but he remains still before poking the other’s cheek. 

     ❛ ━eeh, what’s that for? ❜

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& gurinshuta.

    ‘ haha, very funny. ’

     pokes him. ❛ no there’s seriously a spider right here. ❜

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& gurinshuta.

     ‘ guess that means you aren’t up for breakfast, then. yoneya. ’

     bolts up, as quick as lightning. ❛ woah woah woah, let’s not get hasty! what’s there to eat, bullet-brain? ❜ he replies, an arm already finding a way around izumi’s shoulder.

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& koushime.

      “Yosuke! How goes things?”

     ❛ tachikawa-san! things certainly are going! well, hopefully! how about you? word around hq is that you saved some girl or something. was she cute?? ❜

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does the anime finger snap,,

     ❛ eh? somethin’ you wanna say, bullet-brain? ❜

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will you still love me when i am no longer hq quality

no i only live in the now izumi sorry gotta keep up or get out