#★ aesthetic: er ★

[mondaymelon]

what if i ate a car

what if i ate a tree

[constesplanetarium]

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Baking for two.

☼ Marcus (Male! [Light] Yandere College Classmate) x GN! Reader

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✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

a/n: sorry this took so long lol, had to shorten it by a lot to get it out :(

he isn't too much of a yandere here, but it does show a bit here and there :) i plan on writing something much darker for him soon, maybe in his POV!!!

Darkness rating : 2/10, “the smallest mention ever.”

TW!!! General Yandere shenanigans (possessiveness, jealousy, aggression towards other guys, etc.), light alcohol use, light ominous behavior.

Word count: Around 3k.

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“Oh, you’re here!” Marcus seems surprised at your sudden arrival, leaning in the doorway to block your way in. "Y-You’re early!” He stammers out, laughing awkwardly as you tilt your head in confusion. What’s his deal?

“Sorry, uhm, I…” He stumbles around with his words, but then sighs in defeat. “The kitchen is a mess.” Marcus steps aside to let you inside his apartment, and you can smell something sweet faintly in the air. “I was going to wait for you to come over, but I got ahead of myself and made some pound cake.” As you step inside, you’re immediately hit with the strong smell of vanilla, making your stomach threaten to grumble. You take a small glance around as he shuffles over to the kitchen to clean up the so-called ‘mess’. “When you’re about to leave, you can take some home if you want.”

His apartment’s pretty damn nice. There’s a sort of cozy aesthetic going on, with a large lamp, emitting an amber light. It looks like he even switched out the lightbulbs in the kitchen to that same amber light. It’s all better than your best friend's apartment. Ryland’s apartment is always a bit messy, whether it be with assignments he never turned in, or empty potato chip bags lying around. You always helped him clean up, which he enjoyed cleaning up with you much more than you did. Odd as it was, since his living room seemed to be messy, but his own room always looked as clean as a whistle. Was it doing it on purpose?

“Originally, uh, I was planning for us to make some blueberry and banana muffins; but since I made the pound cake, I feel like both will be a bit much.” Marcus’s voice snaps you back to reality as he looks up at you for confirmation, setting a bag of flour down on the kitchen counter. “Unless you want to make both?” He says. “Or we can make something else if you want. Maybe some cupcakes?” A smile spreads on your face as you shake your head. He’s so eager to please. Once he sees you smile, he laughs nervously and doesn’t push the matter further, popping open his fridge to take out a small box of blueberries. “You can erm, explore my apartment while you wait. Just don’t go into my room, please.” He points to a door on the far left, down a small hallway. “It’s messy in there, I didn’t have time to clean up.”

You giggle at the embarrassment spread onto his face as you walk down the hallway, peering into the bathroom right across from his room.

Yep, that’s a bathroom. Nothing too extraordinary about it, except the matching shower curtain with the hand towel and bath rug. His bathroom sink is a bit cluttered with a hairbrush, comb, and a razor. It looks like a bottle of shaving cream rolled off the sink, onto the floor. You bend down to pick it up, setting it down on the sink, and you take notice of his toothbrush, matching the color of everything else. You raise a curious brow. He loves his matching colors, huh?

“Hey! Come back! I cleaned up now!” You peek out the bathroom door to see him beckoning you over, ingredients laid out all over the counter. You make your way on over, standing beside him as you switch on the sink, pumping some of the soap on as you wash your hands under the running water. As you wash your hands, the soap smells like peach sorbet, it’s really good.

“This’ll be fun.” He grins. “Er, if you want me to, I can even do most of the work, and you can just watch.” And leave all the fun to him? Hell no. Plus, if you're lucky, maybe you can snag a small lick of the batter when he’s not looking.

His face grows into a smile at your enthusiasm. “It won’t take as long as you’re thinking. I’ll guide you through each step.”

“Stop taking licks off the batter! I can see you do it!” Your tongue swirls around the spoon in your mouth, giggling cheekily to yourself as Marcus scolds you harshly. “It’s not exactly a secret if I can see you do it.” It’s not hard to see he isn’t actually mad, though. Plus, it’s not like you're double-dipping the spoon. There’s no harm done, right?

He heaves a long sigh. “There's not even blueberries in it yet.” It doesn’t matter, it’s fucking delicious. You lick some leftover batter off your lips, tossing the dirty spoon into the sink with a loud clang. His eyes wander to the spoon for a moment, before getting back to making a small blueberry mixture.

… This is gonna be funny as hell.

You rummage through the drawer, snatching up another spoon, and waiting until Marcus looks away for a moment to take another scoop of it. Ah, it looks like he saw it out of the corner of his eye. He groans, clearly annoyed. “See, I told you to-”

With a flick of your wrist, the spoonful of batter is flung right on his cheek with a small splat, some splattering onto his glasses as he turns to stare at you silently.

“Oh.” He wipes some of the batter off his cheek, taking a small lick off his finger, and he pauses. “Oh, that is good, huh…” But then he turns to you, flinging his spoon and splattering the blueberry jam on your face. “But if someone could sit here and WAIT for the blueberries, instead of dipping their little grubby fingers in the batter,” You are NOT dipping your fingers in the batter. It’s a SPOON, thank you very much. “Maybe it would be better.”

You roll your eyes and take your finger, swiping it across his cheek, then swiping it on the blueberry jam on yours, and licking it off. Yum. It does taste better with the blueberries.

Marcus's face reddens and he looks away, fidgeting with the spoon in his hands as he grabs a napkin with his other, wiping the mess off his face. He chuckles to himself and wipes your cheek with his thumb, licking off the jam as he passes you the napkin.

“Yeah, that’s really good.” He grins. “Maybe a little bit more sugar.” Really? You think it’s just fine.

“Do you prefer it like this?” He asks, and you nod. “Okay. Whatever you want.”

You jump at the sudden interruption of your phone buzzing, and you slip it out of your pocket to check.

Ugh.

You utter a small stream of curses, staring at the screen of your phone in annoyance.

It’s Ryland. Of course it is. Why is he calling you? Especially since you yold him you would be with Marcus today. Ugh, he’s probably jealous. Marcus sees you stare at your phone, pursing his lips as he glances away.

“Who is it?” Your annoying ass friend, that's who. You sigh and decline the call, slipping your phone back in your pocket, but just a second later it starts to ring again, making you groan as you take it back out. How persistent can someone be?

“... Just take the call.” Marcus mutters, not looking your way anymore as he crosses his arms and stares at the bowl of batter, lost in thought. You sigh and bring the phone up to your ear, shuffling aside so you can go into the bathroom for some privacy.

You frown as soon as you hear his voice go through. “I’m bored.” Ryland groans over the phone, and you scold him quickly. This better be quick, you’re fucking busy.

“Awwh.” He grumbles, and you can hear the familiar shuffle of his sheets as he presumably sits up. “You can’t make time for your best friend anymore?” Ryland teases lightly, and you can almost make out the sound of a bottle hitting a table with a small thud. Is he drunk?

“Nah.” Ryland says plainly. “Just some day drinking. Told you I was bored.” He heaves a long sigh. “Just leave himmm.” He draws on the m at the end of his sentence. “You see him in your classes all the time, right? He won’t care.” You roll your eyes, mentioning that you see him tomorrow at the coffee shop.

“That doesn’t matter.” He grumbles. “I want to see you now.”

What is he, five? Is he throwing a tantrum?

“Whatever,” He scoffs. “You tellin’ me some random guy is more important than your best friend? I’ve known you all my life.”

It’s all about him, him, him, isn’t it? All the time. Everyday.

You’re getting tired of it.

“Oh c’mon, it’s not that big of a deal.” He cracks up as if you told a good joke, stopping to take a swig of his bottle. “You’ve dealt with me for this long, right? What’s another lifetime?”

Eugh. You’d rather die.

“You joke around too much.” Ryland sighs. “But that's why I like you so much. You can always keep up with me.”

A loud bang of something metallic echoes from the kitchen, but there’s no other sound. Not a groan, not a yell, nothing. You frantically eye the door, telling him you need to leave. Did Marcus hurt himself?

Ryland doesn’t listen. “You’re the only one who makes me feel like this.” He grumbles. “You’re going to leave me for some random guy?”

… How annoying.

“Fuck him and-” You cut off the call, hanging up as you slip your phone back in your pocket and push the door open, bounding out the bathroom to check on Marcus.

Oh.

You stare at the mess of batter and blueberry jam on the floor, both bowls turned over as Marcus washes his hands in silence.

“Sorry.” He murmurs. “It spilled.” He doesn’t elaborate anymore on the topic, and you look at him in disbelief. A spill doesn’t cause this mess. He spilled it all, you know he did. Why?

You don’t say anything, and he gestures to a washcloth on the side of the sink. “Help me clean it up. We’ll just make a new one.”

It doesn’t take long to come up with a new mix, but conversation is short between you two. Ryland interruption sort of ruined the mood. Ugh.

“What happened?” He frowns and stops mashing some blueberries together, setting his spoon down as he leans against the kitchen counter. “You were looking at your phone all upset when that person called you.”

You sigh and just tell him it was nothing but your best friend being annoying.

“Ryland? Oh, yeah, I think I know him.” He rubs his cheek and pauses, staring off into space for a moment before coming back to you. “Is he that guy you walk around with a lot? Like around campus.”

You nod.

“Oh, I see.” It looks like he’s about to say something again, but he stops and just picks the spoon back up, poking the mix of blueberries in the bowl.

Marcus suddenly speaks up after a moment of silence between you two. “Why do you choose to spend time with him anyway?” He grumbles, crossing his arms angrily. “He sounds like he’s so annoying.” Marcus pushes his glasses back up on his face, his hand shaking as he does so. “It pisses me off.”

You glare at Marcus, hands twitching as you grab the bottle of milk off the counter. What he’s saying might be true, yes, but only you can talk about your best friend in that way. Plus, only you really understand him. He means well, he really does.

“You know you can do better than that, right?” Marcus glares over at you as you pour the milk into the newly made batter. “He doesn’t make you mad?”

He needs to shut up.

“I don’t understand it.” He whispers, dropping his spoon again with a loud clang on the table. "You deserve someone so much better." The blueberry jam spills all over, and some spills on his hand too, but it looks like he doesn’t even care about the mess he made. “It pisses me off, it pisses me off, it pisses me off.”

Stop it.

“I don’t understand it.” He repeats himself, staring at you. “This has been going on for weeks. He…”

You both stare at each other for a good few moments, clearly aggravated at each other's behavior. You can feel your anger start to dissipate the longer you look at him, and for him it looks like it’s the same.

“Sorry.” With a deep breath, he picks his spoon back up, turning the handle for the sink as the water starts to run, letting the spoon be washed off. “I’m just a bit… Aggravated today. My boss was texting me, trying to make me come into work today.”

Ah, no wonder. You sigh, rubbing small circles on his back in an attempt to comfort him, and it looks like it works, since a small smile spreads onto his face as he wipes the spoon off with a napkin.

“Er,” He stumbles around with his words. “Care for a drink?”

Maybe you do have to ease your nerves a little…

“I only have some hard seltzers with me right now, so…” His words trail off as he sets the spoon down, popping open his fridge door to slip out two small cans of tropical vodka. You twist your can around as he hands it to you, reading the black cherry labeling plastered around it.

“You can crack yours open while you wait.” He shakes the bowl of blueberries around a bit, before pouring it into the batter. He starts to mix everything together as you crack open the can, hearing every little fizz and sizzle from the drink. It smells pretty good.

You watch him intently, taking sips from the can as he pours the batter into each muffin tin, and he beckons you over. “Come put the tin in.”

With a hop down, you snatch up the blueberry muffins, and the oven's heat bursts in your face as he pulls the oven door open, forcing you to squint your eyes against the heat. He watches you set the tin inside, shutting the door closed. “Those won’t take too long. Just around twenty minutes.” He hums and looks over at you. “Why don’t you look around my apartment some more, huh? Get used to the place.” He cracks open his can with a small sizzle of the carbonation, taking a sip as he beckons you around.

Hmm.

“Actually, while you do that…” He swipes his keys off the kitchen counter, taking a big sip of his drink before setting it down. “Let me go and check my mail; it won't take long.” Marcus flashes you a smile before taking his leave, keys jingling as he shuts the door behind him with a click.

This is the perfect opportunity to snoop around a little.

You check the time, and immediately bound towards Marcus’s room, turning the knob and pushing it open slowly. You only have about 5 minutes to go through it, but that’s more than enough time to atleast catch a peek.

What could he be hiding? What, is it a dead body or something?

… Oh.

Your eyes widen a bit as you glance into his room, pushing the door open fully.

His rooms… Clean. Why did he lie and say it was dirty?

Maybe there’s something in here he doesn’t want you to see. Hmm.

Alright. Time to kick in your inner Sherlock Holmes.

His rooms seem normal, with a small basket of unfolded laundry beside his bed. Some books are strewn on his covers, one even open with some annotations here and there, but that's about it. Not a mess in the slightest.

Huh.

… Oh? What’s that under the bed?

A box? With lace over it? White lace lines the lid of the black shoebox, with small cut-out patterns of dark red hearts all around it. What the hell is that?

You extend your arm to grab the box, pulling it out slowly-

“Hey, I told you not to go in my room.” Marcus’s hand grip onto your waist tightly as he pulls you from the bed, pain filling your arm as it bumps and scrapes against the bottom of the bed frame. “Why can’t you ever listen?” What the fuck?

You stand up with a scowl and bite back a large insult, glaring at him. "I-I told you to... Don't look." He rambles insanely to you, not being able to get a single sentence out. Marcus looks frantic as his eyes scan around the room for anything taken or moved. He looks more disturbed that you would be in his room more than the average person would.

“C’mon, c’mon,” Marcus says softly, grabbing your wrist as he tugs you away from his bed. “The muffins are almost done.” It’s only been about 8 minutes.

You tug yourself away from him, setting your hands on your hips with a scowl on your face. Why the hell did he lie? And why the fuck did he have to grab you like that? Not that it’s a serious issue, but still, some honesty would’ve been nice. His room isn’t even bad either.

“I…” He pauses. “I thought you wouldn’t like it. I don’t like showing people my room.”

Your scowl softens and you sigh. What a dumb reason to lie about.

Anyways…

“The, uh, the box?” He chuckles awkwardly, still trying to tug you out of the room. “It’s just embarrassing. It’s full of my childhood things, you know?”

Just that? Really? You cross your arm and shake your head a bit, not believing what he says very much. But if he doesn’t want to pry into it, you won’t even bother.

“Honestly.” Marcus frowns, taking your hands in his as he runs his thumb across your knuckles. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m sorry.”

You sigh, but take his apology in good faith. At least he isn't being a dickhead about it.

“Whatever, whatever. The box doesn’t matter.” He says, pulling you towards the oven. The smell of the baked muffins fills your senses, and the anger that was bubbling inside you dissipates as you sigh in delight.

These are gonna be so good. But a small anomaly distracts your mind, just for a second.

Huh.

The spoon you were licking the batter off of is missing from the sink.

“Thanks for coming over.”

Marcus’s mood shifted ever since you went into his room, and it feels terrible. If you really knew it meant that much to him, you would’ve never walked in.

“No, no, it’s fine.” Marcus shakes his head, fidgeting with the collar of his shirt as he gives you a wry smile. “I should’ve just told you upfront about it.” He says. “I hope you like the muffins.” He beckons to the small basket you’re holding with a hand.

Outstretching your arms, you smile awkwardly and beckon him over for a small hug before you leave. His smile becomes a bit more genuine as he leans into your touch, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I always like having you over.” He murmurs. “Start coming over more often, okay? I can’t get enough of you.”

ミ★ 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴. ★彡

i actually despise how ts turned out but its whatever

switched out the “yandere bartender” for “yandere college classmate” this time since i feel like the bartender thing doesnt apply this time around. ill be using them interchangeably depending on the situation :)

im surprised how i developed marcus from a bartender to a whole character w story, expect more stories w him still in the bar tho!!

[headmates-4-you]

hiii!!

we’d love for a detailed headmate template for one named milo (but looking for more names) whos a wheelchair user, brainmade and with a lot of star aesthetic

thank you so much!!!! <3

SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG WE LOST ALL MOTIVATION 😭😭

but hyperfixation has restored it all, and we gonna use new template, hope ya like :3

BASIC_INFO:

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Name(s): Milo, Miles, Jasper, Axon, Andromeda, Neptune, Star

Pronouns: hx/hy/zt/xt/★er/xir/di/d★er/th★y/★t/star/void/galaxy/Venus/pluto/neptune

Age: 16

Species: human

Gender(s): contragender (contradicting genders), transfemasc, transintersex, transintergender, girlboy, boygirl, xenohoarder, genderless, agender, gendervoid, stargender, starcatgender, spacecatgender, ableaffectedgender (someone who's gender is affected by their disabilities), alteraffectedgender (someone who's alter humanity affects their gender)

Sexuality: panromantic, asexual, demiromantic, aroflux

SYSTEM_INFO:

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Sources: none :3

Role: symptom holder, hygienist

PERSONALITY_:

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MBTI type: ISFJ

negative traits: socially awkward, quiet, but of a pushover/people pleaser, scared of disappointing people and rejection, pushes people away, can be overdramatic

positive traits: introverted, friendly, helpful, kind, caring

core values: equality

secondary value: looking after friends

RADQUEER_INFO:

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TransIDS: none :D

CisIDS: BPD, Autism, Social Anxiety, Wheelchair user, limited mobility

Paras: none

EXTRAS_:

Emoji signoff: -⭐

aesthetic/vibe: grunge space obsessed starcore :3

Image:

this headmate was created by Fumikage, I really hope you enjoy <33

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[strawberista]

⚅— @lollipopsandgunshots asked: —⚅ ⚅— ❓ {muse(s) of your choice?} —⚅

Muse Questions

— ★ ⚄ ★ —

⚀ Uzuki: ⚀ Does my muse trust yours? "Yeah, a'course. I trust Bun-bun with my life." ⚁ Does my muse dislike yours? "Not at all. I really love 'er, actually." ⚂ Would my muse kill someone for yours? "I'm not likely to, no. Not unless I'm saving her from an imminent threat, and even then... It would have to be something unnatural." ⚃ Would my muse kill your muse? "No, not a chance. I would never hurt her." ⚄ Would my muse save yours? "Yeah, if it was within my power to do so." ⚅ Does my muse find your muse attractive? "I think aesthetically she's a beautiful young lady, but I don't find her romantically attractive." ⚅⚀ Is my muse disgusted by yours? "No, not at all." ⚅⚁ would my muse go on a date with your muse? "Maybe a friend date, if she wanted me to." ⚅⚂ would my muse kiss yours? "I would give her a little peck if she were comfortable, but I know that she isn't so I won't." ⚅⚃ would my muse betray yours? "Not unless it was absolutely necessary, and even then, I'd hate every second." ⚅⚄ my muse’s favorite thing about yours is ____ "I think the thing I love most about Bun-bun is just how hard she works and how willing she is to grow and be better for the people around her. She's trying hard to be the best she can for the rest of us now." ⚅⚅ the thing my muse dislikes about yours is_____ "I think I really just dislike that she continues to carry her guilt around and believes there's no way for her to feel peace or be forgiven. That she somehow doesn't have the right to that. It just hurts to see her beating herself up, ya know?"

⚀ Kariya: ⚀ Does my muse trust yours? "Yes, absolutely. I trust 'im with my life." ⚁ Does my muse dislike yours? "Not at all. I love 'im, in fact." ⚂ Would my muse kill someone for yours? "No, probably not unless it was an emergency." ⚃ Would my muse kill your muse? "No, not if I don't have to." ⚄ Would my muse save yours? "Yes, absolutely, as long as I had the right to do so." ⚅ Does my muse find your muse attractive? "I'd say he's a pretty handsome guy. Not romantically, though, no." ⚅⚀ Is my muse disgusted by yours? "No, not at all." ⚅⚁ would my muse go on a date with your muse? "Maybe a platonic one if he was down for that." ⚅⚂ would my muse kiss yours? "I don't think he'd appreciate it, so no. But I'd do it if it was something he wanted." ⚅⚃ would my muse betray yours? "Not unless I had no choice." ⚅⚄ my muse’s favorite thing about yours is ____ "I love his laid back attitude. He's so dangerous and you'd never even know. I really have respect for a guy that knows his ability and chooses not to use it most'a the time. He's smarter than you'd think, and I love that." ⚅⚅ the thing my muse dislikes about yours is_____ "I think he could probably do with just a little more work ethic, but that's entirely from a professional standpoint. It's fine to be happy with your current position, but sometimes he can outright put a strain on our numbers. We're lucky he's got Uzuki keepin' him in line."

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Un poco del adelanto de la sesión de fotos que hice el jueves pasado (Estén atentos el lunes, subo más fotos).

★Si te interesa la fotografía o estudiar diseño de modas, sigueme en mis redes sociales(el link esta en la bio) explicó a detalle mi experiencia estudiando DISEÑO DE MODAS.

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[strawberista]

⚅ — @insightful-mother asked: — ⚅

⚅ — 📰 (*Throws Emi*) — ⚅

Muse Answers Questions Meme

— ★ ⚄ ★ —

⚀ What is their name?:

"Emi Sakuraba~ Though, I tend to call 'er Sunshine."

⚁ Relationship with them?:

A warm smile lights up his face, "You know, I never thought I'd get as close to Emi as I have. I love 'er a lot, and I'm so grateful to have 'er in my life."

⚂ What do you view them as? (family,friend,other):

"Sunshine is like my little sister at this point. I trust her a lot more than I do most RG folks, and I'm determined to look out for her. Even if that makes Phones a little uncomfortable. Uuh, unfortunate casualty, that one. But it's alright. We'll figure it out."

⚃ Do you feel attracted to them in any way?:

He tugged lightly on his chin and raised a brow, "Well... I dunno if Neku will appreciate me sayin' this, but aesthetically speaking Emi is a very beautiful woman. I'm convinced the only reason she doesn't have herself a man right now is 'cause none of 'em are good enough for 'er. Couldn't ever be her fault. Gorgeous, sweetheart, real passionate about her work and her kid? She's perfect. But I don't want that between the two'a us. I'm happy with the relationship I got. Ya better believe I'll be stakin' out all her boyfriends from now on, though."

⚄ What’s one thing you’d like to do with them?:

He drew in a deep breath, his eyes becoming a little hazy with the dream, "Mmm... I think I'd like to go on vacation with 'er. Let 'er pick the destination and just go. She said she didn't get much of a chance to do that these days, an' I'd liketa do somethin'nice for her."

Though, maybe it would be better if it were her and Neku instead...

⚅ Tell us one memory you have with them.:

"Best memory I got so far is goin' out on the town with 'er," Hanekoma purred. "The city felt damn good, and I felt good, and everything was just perfect that night. And I haven't gone out like that with somebody in a long time. It was incredible, that night."

⚅⚀ Anything you’d like to ask them or state to them? If so, say it now, please!:

He glanced down at his feet, the joy he felt the whole conversation winding down a bit, "Oh... Well, I really wish I could tell her about what I am, and what I do. I wish I could confide in her about that stuff, and maybe it could explain why I'm still so distant, despite everything... I can't do that, though. I feel bad about it, but I just can't..."

[strawberista]

⚅ — @lollipopsandgunshots​ asked: — ⚅

⚅ — 📰 {your choice on muse!} — ⚅

Muse Answers Questions Meme

— ★ ⚄ ★ —

⚀ What is their name?:

“Uzuki Yashiro and Koki Kariya,” he hummed. “Quite the pair, those two.”

⚁ Relationship with them?:

He shrugged, “Not mucha one, yet. I keep an eye on ‘em as Producer and for report purposes, but when it comes to personal relations, I haven’t really had much of a chance to get to know ‘em yet. Still gettin’ things off the ground. Though, I admit that they do seem to trust me a little better than the average Joe, Yashiro especially. The secret I keep for her is of the utmost importance.”

⚂ What do you view them as? (family,friend,other):

”I’d like to think of ‘em as my friends. How far that goes I guess we’ll hafta see. But I like ‘em a lot. Those two have really proven their metal over the years, and they both got real interestin’ music. Let’s see if I can get ‘em to call me their friend later down the road an’ I’ll update ya then.”

⚃ Do you feel attracted to them in any way?:

”Aesthetically speaking, their both handsome folks. And they look good together. I don’t think I could ever be attracted to them any other way than that, though. Nor would I want to, since I know they’re, uh, occupied with each other, y’know. Not my place.”

⚄ What’s one thing you’d like to do with them?:

He chuckled, “Oh, I dunno. Most’a what I’d like to see is just between them. Maybe attend their wedding~” A laugh, more hearty this time. “But hey, you can’t rush that sorta thing. On a more personal level, maybe jus’ go out an’ have a nice lunch. Really get a chance to get to know ‘em and establish a real friendship. I don’t think that much is askin’ too much.”

⚅ Tell us one memory you have with them.:

”Honestly? The only real memory I have of ‘em is our first meeting, officially. Gettin’ in the way of ‘em tryin’ to scam poor Phones. I’d say I was annoyed that they were tryin’ to break the rules, but in all honestly I was kinda impressed. I thought it was pretty gutsy of miss Yashiro to pull a stunt like that. And anyway, it worked to my advantage. Gave me a pretty organic way to introduce Neku an’ Miss Shiki to the concept of teamwork and the fusion pin. So, honestly, it’s a pretty good memory.”

⚅⚀ Anything you’d like to ask them or state to them? If so, say it now, please!:

He narrowed his eyes in thought, “Well, they both need different things. I’d tell Yashiro to put more faith in her partner and let ‘im help her more often. Even though it’s pretty clear that she’s come a long way, I think there are still some important parts of her that she’s keepin’ to herself. And as dangerous as our secret is, I feel like he should be allowed to know, to be allowed to be there for ‘er. As for him, I would tell ‘im not to worry so much. It sounds like a strange message for that one, but the concerns he holds regarding her are gonna drive ‘im crazy if he lets ‘em. He needs to let himself live a little and take the moment for ‘imself. Well, I don’t know that they’d be open to that kind’f advice right now, though. Like I said, they don’t trust me quite as much as I’d like ‘em to.”