#daniel lobe

[yaoifuldnp]

phil saw the discourse and just had to reiterate that he is actually gay not bi

[tarotphil]

actually looking back. now what did he mean by any of that

[nobodysdaydreams]

Doing research for my Wolf359 fic be like:

My Conclusions:

Jacobi’s fear of ducks is somewhat rational and likely comes from a childhood incident

Alana Maxwell was 25 years old when she started working at Goddard and 24 years old when she got in a fight with the ethics board and got a restraining order against her family.

[boring-as-a]

can we please not bring relationship speculation back into this fandom dear god

[theoniprince]

"Alles in bester Ordnung" heute um 23:35 Uhr, ARD

(Was eine für eine Uhrzeit 🙈)

[dustedmagazine]

Daniel Bachman—When the Roses Come Again (Three Lobed)

Continuing the trajectory of his releases over the past few years, Daniel Bachman moves further into the world of musique concrete, this time around combining played, found, and manipulated sounds on a laptop. Named for a Carter Family song, the words of which provide the titles for the tracks, When the Roses Come Again is a densely layered and highly detailed recording. Snatches of often heavily treated fretless banjo (sometimes with slide-like effects, as on “Till the roses come again”) and guitar share space with other sounds apparently attributable to a mouth bow (a simple one-stringed instrument for which the mouth serves as a resonator), fiddle, and samples of bells and harmonium, though these are less obvious.

The tracks are generally concise (only two exceed four minutes), but they blend together into a kind of suite. There is a satisfying balance among those that are fairly noisy, bordering on industrial (though not aggressive), such as “As I wander, I will ponder,” those that are more melodic and less dense, such as “Happy hearts that feel no pain,” and those in which the emphasis alternates between texture and melody, such as “On a summer over yonder.” Nearly always, a drone of some sort either provides the background or dominates, and the electronics or treated sounds sometimes create a rhythm, as on the closing track. The resulting blend of sweeter, more bucolic tones with shimmering and percussive electronics is initially disconcerting but comes to feel organic, like a kind of palimpsest.

It’s been fascinating to observe Bachman developing his approach to Americana from Takoma school guitar excursions to the very modern sounds featured on his recent recordings. His increasing attention to the overt symbols of roots music exemplified by his use of Carter Family material has coincided with increasing incorporation of technology and its artifacts (such as the recurring buzzes, hums, and rattles heard here). Whereas last year’s Almanac Behind used a similar approach to address the weighty, almost suffocating issue of climate change, the focus here is personal, on the cycle of death and rebirth that defines existence. This is, in other words, still serious music, yet it is not necessarily somber. Probably not coincidentally, When the Roses Come Again provides the perfect soundtrack for a drive through a land of woods, farms, and small towns dotted with Dollar General stores and cell towers.

Jim Marks

[bedforddanes75]

all this new george content im so glad im going out today because if i was looking at my phone.....lord

[dilfykovich]

i think about them every time

[elequinoa-world]

i just found out that the french va for geralt is also the french va for idris elba so that means when phantom liberty comes out there’s a chance we canonically have geralt in cyberpunk

[debbiewebbie27]

Just gonna start a list of all the references/puns in Mentopolis because my brain takes 25 minutes to recognize each one:

Mentopolis: mental+metropolis

PCs:

Detective Hunch Curio: curiosity

Imelda Pulse: impulse

The Fix: hyperfixation

Anastasia Tension: A. Tension (attention)

Daniel Fucks: he fucks (also pleasure/sexual pleasure/urges)

Conrad Schintz: conscience

NPCs:

Victim - Norrell Ojiccle: neurological

Curio's assistant - Anna Lysis: analysis

Employees at Sugah's:

Hans Schadenfreude: schadenfreude is the pleasure by someone from another person's misfortune

Joey Sneezes: sneezing?

Libby Longshower: the feeling after a long shower? (Libido?)

Donny Urges: intrusive thought

District Attorney (DA) Mark Bition: M. Bition (ambition)

Mayor Leon Logic: logic or maybe L. Logic (illogical?)

Mr. Lance: vigilance?

The basset hound - Justin Fication: justification

Madam Loathing: loathing (self-loathing)

Orphans: forgotten/abandoned (wayward) interests (magic, reptiles, trains, lists)

Mr. Avaricci: avarice?

Locations:

Cortex City: external surface of the brain that plays an important role in consciousness

Oblongata Station: medulla oblongata - the connection between the brainstem and the spinal cord that acts as a conduit for nerve signals

Cerebell Pacific: cerebrum and/or cerebellum and also Pacific Bell telephone company

Synaptic Switchboard: synapse - the site of transmission of electrical nerve impulse

Temporal Square: temporal lobe

Hippo Campus University: hippocampus is a brain structure in the temporal lobe that has a major role in learning and memory

Occipital Park: occipital lobe is the area of the brain at the back of the head responsible for visual perception

Let me know if I missed anything or there's better references

[yaoifuldnp]

sometimes i forget that dnp havent always been out like its a fairly recent thing and i just have to take a minute and i am so glad that they are so comfortable with us now

[toysrguts]

Jeff the Killer Headcanons!!

literally nobody asked for this but these have been sitting in a doc for like a year so i wanted to share :)) (I WILL DRAW HIM ONE DAY!!!)

•19 yrs old and 5'9

•multitude of piercings: 14mm ear gauges, along with snake bites, nips, a navel, an eyebrow piercing on either side, second lobes, and an industrial on the right side

•is naturally brunette but dyes and cuts his hair himself. usually uses the cheapest black box dye he can find at the drugstore, and has a classic 2000s emo cut but messier and slightly below shoulder length (when hes lazy he just hacks away at his hair with a knife and calls it a day)

•picked up guitar playing cuz he thought it was cool and sexy but he totally kinda sucks at it (he cannot keep a hobby to save his life)

•raspy voice from smoking so goddamn much; in the morning hes practically whispering

•nails are always painted black but theyre always chipped cuz he picks his fingers when hes bored or anxious

•kind of a twink but has some muscle mass in his upper body (still skinny to the point where you can see his ribcage) (i guess hes more of an otter 💀)

•has a trampstamp he got while absolutely WASTED

•his car floor is completely covered in cans and bottles and garbage

•and it smells like cigarettes and is practically falling apart

•actually everything he owns absolutely reeks of weed and cigarettes and also blood

•bisexual and usually prefers he/him pronouns but he seriously couldnt care less

•TRANSGENDER.

•cant go a whole 5 seconds without making a sex joke or mentioning his huge dick

•has a really bad temper and would literally pull a knife on you for beating him in mario kart

•favorite band is BMTH and enjoys hardcore, deathcore, and most metal genres the most

•ADHD

•insane pyrophobia due to trauma related to fire

•absolutely no shame whatsoever. literally wanders around the slender mansion wearing nothing but boxers and dirty socks with a cigarette in his mouth and a bottle of jack daniels in his hand

•wears crop tops occasionally just to show off the belly button ring (AND HE LOOKS AMAZING)

•really bad at showing affection but tries his best. he doesnt usually like showing his softer side and hes very defensive but you can tell he cares deep down

•super impulsive when it comes to killing. if something small sets him off he will not hesitate to go on a rampage. if someone looks at him wrong he'll overthink it and wont rest until they're bleeding on the ground gasping for air

if this does well i'll do part 2 cuz theres a lot more where this came from :D OK BYE HOPE U LIKE

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CH. 04. NOW PLAYING: lunch by billie eilish [fluff]. ✼.⠀summary: michaela draws the attention of dts, 1.5k. ✼.⠀view:⠀masterlist⠀⸻⠀join the taglist⠀⸻⠀request.

✼.⠀MARCH 14, 2019 — melbourne, australia

“Formula One returns this weekend with the season opener in Australia. The return of Honda to the pinnacle of motorsports finds itself overshadowed by the racing debut of a rookie.”

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“Michaela Sommers will take on a historic role in today’s race. The Australian will become the first woman since Lella Lombardi to be entered in and race for points.”

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The coverage of the rookie’s historic weekend is set over images of the season’s twenty drivers moving through the Melbourne crowds. Nineteen pairs of feet adorned in their teams’ respective colors exit the small cruise ship, excitement for the new season bringing a lightness to their steps. Daniel Ricciardo, the senior Australian on the grid, stops to sign a fan’s yellow Renault hat. His trademark smile falters for a brief moment as he turns to look behind him.

His bright expression melts into one of concern as he catches sight of the Toro Rosso rookie, Alex Albon, but not his shorter friend. In two long strides, the Renault driver is at the Thai driver’s side. Both among the taller drivers, their heads peek out beyond the orange cap of the Mclaren rookie, Lando Norris, just ahead of them. Engrossed in taking a photo with a young fan, Alex is soon pulled out of his motions by the senior driver. With a tattooed hand on his shoulder, the camera crew strains to capture the shot. The microphones pinned to the lapels of their team polos pick up a few low words. 

“Where’s Michaela? She was just behind me off the boat.” 

The Australian’s words carry a noticeable twang to them. His accent bleeds with concern before it is starkly contrasted by the posher, lilted British accent of the Toro Rosso driver. His head whips to check the exit ramp still attached to the small cruise they had all taken across the channel. His shoulders rise as if attempting to kiss his ear lobes.

“They haven’t removed the ramp. She must be on the boat still?”

As quickly as he delivered the response to the Australian’s question was the same quickness it took for his attention to be captured once more by another fan. An older boy this time who excitedly began to rattle off how he had been robbed by an untimely Safety Car at a race he finished just outside podium the previous Formula Two season. 

Snickering to himself, the Renault-donned Australian lifts his cap to run a tanned hand through his curly brown hair. He releases a breath in reaction to both the missing rookie and the heat bubbling through the force of the crowd.

The episode cuts away from the occupied drivers to another scene. The cameraman focuses on a restroom door aboard the aforementioned boat, silence rings through the scene before the a feminine humming pulls the action back together. A click of the door echoes through the empty hall before a head of platinum blonde hair, the roots kept a darker tone, peeks out behind the white door. The owner’s eyes finally make contact with the cameraman, a mischievous smile adorns the young woman’s warm features. 

Pushing the door open, she exhales softly with a throw of her intentionally waved platinum hair over her shoulder. The red accents of her black Alfa Romeo polo stand out against her bleached hair and browned skin. 

Her smile never falters as she leads the cameraman away from the hallway to the ramp awaiting her exit. 

“Had to touch up my makeup.” She explains her absence casually before allowing herself a polite nod to the crew left on the small boat. 

“The humidity’s already done a number on my lashes. Got them all clumpy and shit.” She mutters the swear under her breath as if hoping the microphone would be unable to pick it up. 

“George is covering for me,” she says with a spark of comfortability, adding an muttered caveat with, “I hope.” Her steps come to a halt in front of a mirror, her hands move to arrange her hair before smoothly adjusting her polo and flashing a smile to check her teeth.The ease she exhibits in front of the camera is noted to be a stark contrast to the other more reserved personalities among the grid. 

It is another three steps before she is descending down the ramp. A paler hand reaches out to land upon the shoulder of the Alfa Romeo. The hand belonging to the driver’s PR manager brushes away at a stray wave covering up the team logo. With a smile, the driver hands over a tube of mascara, silently thanking her before making her final exit onto the pavement where the fans lie in anxious await.

Murmurs in the crowd turn to roars as the home-turf rookie makes her final descent. Her short manicured nails catch their sights as she waves to their joyous cheers. The previewed smile first shown to the cameraman trailing behind her grows impossibly brighter before a kiss is blown to the crowd before her.

Their roars begin to fade as the scene switches once more. The same driver depicted in the previous moments returns to the screen. Her smile absent from her face as she carefully adjusts her uniform before moving to place an Alfa Romeo cap upon her platinum blonde locks.

“Whenever you’re ready,” the producer’s voice rang out from behind the camera. As if flipping an ‘on’ switch, her lips pull into the familiar bright smile.

“Okay. My name is Michaela Sommers and I am a rookie driver for Alfa Romeo Racing.” Her faintly manicured hand raises with a thumbs up directed towards the producer. 

Her eyes widen in question releasing a gentle, “Was that it?”, in confirmation she had successfully met their requirements. “Tell us your name and who you race for,” had been their previous instruction. After a glance to the sound engineer, the producer mirrors her thumbs up.

“Michaela Sommers is definitely going to be one of the more scrutinized drivers this year.” Will Buxton takes over the scene as it cuts to his thoughts. “As the most recent Formula Two champion, she’s got everything to prove and everything to lose.”

His face is replaced by a compilation of Michaela’s wheel to wheel racing in the previous season’s championship. Her iconic red Prema Racing car twists and turns in waltzes against the cars of George Russell, Lando Norris, and Alex Albon; the other promoted drivers from her championship season.

“She had a fantastic Formula Two season. Complete dominance from the very first turn and she never let her foot off the gas.”

Another montage takes over the screen, this time showcasing her shattering eleven wins across feature and sprint races. As the montage plays out, the Australian lifts trophies above her head with the widest of smiles on her face. The drivers poised on either side of her change with every celebration but she remains upon the top step. Ending with a shot of a spray of champagne dousing her in sweet alcohol, the scene shifts back to Will Buxton.

“She’s a damn good driver. One of the best talents we’ve seen in some time.” His voice continues to speak as the view of her car maneuvering around the most difficult tracks in the world overtakes the view of his face. 

“She’s technically sound.” The wheels of her car scrape onto the track, leaving a mark as if signifying her presence that day.

“Level-headed.” Her voice emerges with a crackle as she narrowly misses a catastrophic crash with a more reckless driver. A calm, sing-songy, “Down boy, too close.” Echoes as Will’s voice comes to replace her’s once more.

“With the latest breaking you’ll ever see,” he completes his thoughts with a laugh. True to his words, the next few scenes are another compilation of her overtaking into and out of turns. Her car pointed in an almost perfect position with each overlaying video.

“The expectations couldn’t be higher for her. She’s got the talent and the confidence to take her career into the stratosphere. But there’s an unprecedented amount of pressure being placed on her shoulders.” His expression turns solemn at the release of his last statement.

As he begins to explain the thought, the subject of his speech comes into view once again. She nods as he hears the producer’s question. Buxton’s voice continues to speak over the silence of her clip, “Every race, every moment of her time is going to be examined under a microscope and used as a thesis on female drivers. It’s almost unfair. Almost.”

His voice cuts away as Michaela waits in anticipation of answering the producer’s question. 

“Do you think you’ll be given a fair chance at succeeding in Formula One?” The producer’s question is met with silence at first. As she chooses her words carefully, Michaela’s name appears on the screen in bold white letters. Tilting her head to the side, her eyes exude a level of seriousness previously unseen to the audience. All it takes is another beat before the background music quiets and Michaela decides upon the right answer.

“I don’t think I care if they do. I’ll find a way to win regardless. Even if it’s out of spite.”

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[dustedmagazine]

Daniel Bachman—Almanac Behind (Three Lobed)

Almanac Behind by Daniel Bachman

Following the release of an EP of traditional guitar music (Lonesome Weary Blues, also on Three Lobed) at the beginning of the year, Daniel Bachman is back with a full-length, blending found sounds and manipulated noise with Takoma-school guitar and banjo playing in the manner of Morning Star (2018) and last year’s Axacan. This time, he delivers a series of relatively brief tracks that nevertheless have beginnings, middles and ends and follow a kind of narrative arc that encourages discussing them in sequence.

The liner notes indicate that the title is both an anagram of the artist’s name and an invocation of his concern about climate change. Accordingly, there is an apparent progression through the elements of air, water and fire followed by an uneasy resolution at the end. Throughout, noise and voices share space with music in ways that are sometimes complementary and at others confrontational. 

The experience begins with a barely perceptible electronic drone to which static and dribbles of treated guitar gradually adhere on a track titled ominously “Barometric Cascade (Signal Collapse).” The effect is immediately disconcerting as the ear and mind struggle to render the sounds more familiar—the static like a cymbal, the liquid guitar tone like an organ, and so on. The track gives way abruptly to a few seconds of field recordings of the AI voice of National Weather Service recordings (which returns at key moments throughout the record) and then abruptly to another track of static that sounds like a helicopter. Like the glitchy image on the cover, the play of noise and signal suggest both the inadequacy of the human response to the forces that drive global heating and human responsibility for unleashing them. 

The calming tones of a banjo on the fourth track feel like a refuge, though one windswept by static and overtaken by the “Supercell” of the next track. The storm, the threat of it, and its aftermath haunt the middle of the record. “Flood Stage,” one of the longer tracks at just over five minutes, builds with a blend of what sounds like electronics, a sruti box or fiddle and/or more treated guitar that swells like the waters about which the disembodied Weather Service bot has warned. 

The context shifts abruptly just over halfway through the record, with water giving way to its opposite in the form of a “Wildfire” sparked by the sound of a match, and “Think Before You Breathe” then hints at what is at stake. “When the Worlds [sic] on Fire” features more disembodied voices and what sounds like a cross between the “This Land is Your Land” and the Carter Family tune “Little Darlin’ Pal of Mine” on slide that grinds to a halt over bells. 

“Daybreak (in the awful silence)” brings more calming banjo, presented bare without the static in a respite from the chaos represented by the field recordings. The track serves as a transition back to the status quo initiated by “Grid Reactivation” and “Five Old Messages” (including the grimly humorous “Did you guys get storms today?”) from which music is absent. The narrative arc resolves in the haunting and grimly lovely closer “Reactivation-Normalization,” on which gentle fingerpicking blends with other warbly, somewhat ominous guitar tones swathed in static that gradually fade together. 

Overall, Almanac Behind is perhaps the most successful of Bachman’s “noise records” (though, in point of fact, his interests in this regard trace back through 2016’s self-titled release to his earliest recordings as Sacred Harp). The use of shorter tracks than the epic-length statements on Axacan and Morning Star gives this album a lighter, or, at least, more user-friendly feel, and the integration of the music into the static, drones and voices feels more organic to the compositions. Bachman continues to create some of the most distinctive and intellectual music in the Takoma school idiom, and the breadth of his vision is well represented by the pair of recordings with which he has begun and ended 2022. The future as he sees it seems murky and frightening but starred with tiny moments of beauty and understanding. 

Jim Marks

Thanks to untogether for pointing out that "The World's On Fire" is, in fact, the name of a Carter Family tune, which is, of course, why it was chosen for this point in the album. The melody resembles that of "Little Darlin Pal of Mine" and was among the many repurposed by Woody Guthrie.

[bedforddanes75]

i might cry

[n4giism]

⇢ ˗ˏˋ frontal lobe muzik by daniel caesar ࿐ྂ

blue lock x fem!reader

characters: rensuke kunigami, meguru bachira, hyoma chigiri

content: part 2 of weird/bad habits they have. a bit of cursing (kunigami) and i added two parts for bachira bcus he’s #bestboy

ari’s note: i love daniel caesar sm omd. also for part 3 i’m probably gonna do reo, yukimiya and another character i haven’t decided yet lol so stay tuned!!

part 1. part 3.

rensuke kunigami: setting alarms every second and not getting up

it was your first time sleeping in the same bed as your boyfriend. it had been a long time into your relationship with kunigami but you both never slept over at each other's houses before, let alone in the same bed. that is until today where you both lost track of time and it had already gotten too late for kunigami to head home. hence you suggested for him to just sleep at your house for the night and he agreed.

seeing your boyfriend aggressively doing something with his phone made you curious to ask what he was doing. was it something he always did before bed? you were very curious.

"what are you doing, kuni?"

"i'm setting my alarm to wake up for gym tomorrow. i gotta get up at 6. you can go to sleep first, it'll take awhile." he replied, kissing your forehead and looking back at his phone.

"what? it's just one alarm, why would it take so long?" you asked and sat up from lying down beside kunigami, who was currently leaning against the headboard.

you scooted closer to him and saw the monstrosity he had created. on his phone, in his clock app, were what felt like a hundred alarms. all one second apart from each other.

"oh my god, kuni.. what the hell are you doing?" you asked, shock laced your voice as kunigami kept setting more and more alarms.

he mentioned getting up at 6, and he was already setting alarms for 7am.

"what's wrong? i'm just setting my alarm." he replied, confused as to why you were shocked.

"you said 'alarm', kuni. what you're doing is setting 'alarmsssss'! with an 's'! plural alarm!" you explained, eyes wide; still shocked that he had set so many alarms.

"you're overthinking it, dear. i probably don't even need this many alarms. i usually get up at the first one, trust me. i'm just taking precautions." he chuckled light-heartedly.

"you sure?" you asked, concerned and worried. it would be living hell if the alarm rang for an hour straight. plus, having your sleep interrupted at 6 in the morning on a weekend does not sound like a lovely idea at all.

"yes, trust me. i'll turn off all the other alarms once i'm up, okay? you won't even know i'm awake!" he reassured.

you eyed him suspiciously, but ultimately let it go and just went to sleep. he is kunigami rensuke, after all. you trusted him. he keeps his word.

kunigami bonus!:

god, you were losing your mind. it was currently 6:08am. how did you know the exact time? it's thanks to kunigami and his army of alarms. you heard him snooze them 8 times already.

and to make it worse, kunigami's alarm sound was the rooster crowing one.

you whined and covered your ears with the blanket. but even that couldn't block out the stupid alarms. you could even hear kunigami snoring away.

"kuni.. get the fucking alarms," you mumbled, eyes closing but the constant rooster ringing in your ear kept you from drifting to your slumber.

it rung for another 3 minutes - the longest 3 minutes of your life - until you decided to get up and turn the alarms off yourself.

getting up, you reached over kunigami's body and grabbed his phone. you took his hand and used his finger to unlock the password and you finally shut off all the alarms.

sighing, you placed the phone back on the bedside table and went back to sleep, "so much for, 'trust me!', 'you won't even know i'm awake!'" you mocked sleepily.

let's just say, kunigami did not go to the gym that morning.

meguru bachira: using auto caps in the middle of a sentence

he does this very often, especially when he’s trying to emphasise a point. his texts also have a lot of typos, only god knows what he’s trying to say.

meguru bachira pt 2: refuses to leave until you say “i love you” back

“i’m going now!” bachira called as he put on his shoes. he checked that he had everything he needed for soccer practice and stood up from the stool.

you emerged from the bedroom and ran to him, engulfing him in a tight hug, “okay, take care. have fun at soccer!” you said and pulled his face down to give him a kiss.

“i will! okay, i’m going now. bye bye, i love you.” he said and picked up his shoe bag and opened the door.

“okay, bye!” you waved.

“i love you.” he repeated.

“i know! take care!” you said, worried. why isn’t he leaving yet?

“i said i love you!!!” he pouted.

“yes, i heard. now go! or you’re gonna be late!” you pestered, about to close the door but bachira quickly put his foot between the door and the wall.

“say it back!!” he whined.

“what? meguru, you’re seriously gonna be late!” you replied, panicked.

“you don’t love me anymore?” he whimpered, tears forming in his eyes.

“what! meguru, what are you on about? of course i do.” you answered and embraced his body lightly.

“then why didn’t you say it back!”

“oh my god, bachira. you’re really like a child.”

“i don’t care. i’m not leaving until you tell me you love me.” he said, put down his shoe bag and stood his ground. crossing his arms and huffing, he meant what he said.

“oh my god.. okay, okay! i love you too, megu! i love you so much! now please hurry and go! or isagi’s gonna be calling my phone non-stop asking where you are!” you said and motioned your arms for him to go.

“okay! bye!! i love you sooo much, y/n!” he exclaimed, happy that you told him you love him. he picked up his things and walked off.

hyoma chigiri: giving you a cup of ice when he's mad

dating chigiri came with many things. it included him sharing his hair care tips with you and a lot of healthy eating because he prioritised healthy eating a lot.

but it also came with his princess needs. like how he needs his hair to air dry for 15 minutes before he applies all the different hair oils, hair serums, hair masks and whatnot. he also had a strict diet. and he always, absolutely always, made time for his leg care where he’d hog the tv for an hour or so, and move all the sofas and the coffee table away to roll out his yoga mat and just meditate and do whatever he needs to do for that hour.

dating chigiri also came with his many weird habits. the one that baffled you the most was him giving you a cup of ice when he’s mad.

because chigiri had a strict routine to follow everyday, sometimes it hindered with your own needs too. like wanting to use the bathroom but he was in the shower for what felt like forever, rinsing and shampooing his hair.

it was especially difficult when the two of you just started living together. the both of you were unable to coexist in the same house and adjust your routines to one another. but with time, things changed and now the two of you live comfortably. you found yourself pondering about the first time chigiri got mad at you over something small and it made you giggle a bit.

it started when you found his secret stash of strawberries. chigiri’s favourite fruit was strawberries in the fridge and he always included them in his diet - whether it’s in his morning breakfast, or blending them in his protein shake.

not knowing the strawberries were so important to him, you ate just a few of his strawberries. you did not know that chigiri counted his strawberries, and only ate a certain amount at a time. you also did not know that he had a small notebook that he uses to keep track of his routines; counting strawberries included.

chigiri was appalled to discover that he was short on strawberries when he was making his protein shake that afternoon. he noticed the green leaves of the strawberries were in the nearby bin and he connected the pieces together to come to the conclusion that you had ate his precious strawberries.

“hyo! could you help me here, please? i dropped my lip balm behind the dresser, i need you to help me move it!” you called from your bedroom. chigiri rolled his eyes, huffing in annoyance.

you were on your phone waiting for chigiri when he came in the room holding a glass of - what looked like - ice.

“oh thank goodness you’re here, hyo.” you sighed in relief upon seeing his face. he pouted, placed the glass of ice on your dresser and walked away.

“what? hyo! hello!? hyo? what is this for?!” you called again and looked at the glass of ice, puzzled.

he didn’t talk to you the entire day, but he followed you around the house like a puppy, and whenever you attempted to throw the ice away, he’d quickly intercept, shaking his head silently and placing the glass on the counter. then when you asked him for an explanation, he walked away.

after a few attempts of discarding the ice - and chigiri coming to stop you - you gave up, and just left the glass there.

it was around 9pm and you were washing the dishes with chigiri standing right beside you, until he turned his head to where the glass of ice was and he saw that it had melted into water.

“you ate my strawberries,” he finally said.

“what? hyo, you didn’t talk to me the whole day, and the first thing you say after, what, 9 hours, is ‘you ate my strawberries’?” you replied, jolting a bit when he suddenly spoke.

“yeah.” he answered quickly like it wasn’t a big deal.

“i told myself i’d talk to you after the ice melted.” he added.

“is that what all this is about, hyo?” you muttered and he nodded.

“i’m gonna break up with you if you try that again,” you threatened light-heartedly and chigiri quickly bit back, “then i’ll give you more ice cubes. once it melts then we are dating again.”

he knew you were joking and that’s the worst part. chigiri always had his way, he knew you couldn’t not love him.

you looked at him and he gave you a blank stare.

“you’re so weird, hyo.”

“but you still love me.”

“… whatever.”

end.