#purrinkitten

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[text] what can i say  [text] its a gift [text] and i think youll find tomorrow that i am a gift too [text] when you actually got some sleep

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“Kozume-san!” he called out, running over to the boy slouched over his generic portable gaming device. He’d come up to Nekoma with the rest of the team for anothe series of away games, but they still had a few hours before the games actually started, as they planned to get there early to socialize. “How’ve you been? We actually managed to beat Shiratorizawa!”

[kuroomata]

@purrinkitten

                “Heh-?? You’re gonna romance a character-??   Which one is your type then- ?? Show me before we get to practice, so I know who to help hook you up with some day. Like the wonderful best friend I am.”

[talontedace]

@purrinkitten

If Bokuto was to describe himself, he would decide ultimately, on saying that he’s like a filled kettle. Always full and spilling over with his emotions even with a tightly shut lid. It wasn’t his fault for being born and built this way but he was and no amount of loathing can change that. For the most part, he does well in balancing himself out. Bokuto could handle hurt, he could handle the occasional bouts of despair but he’d never been particularly good with controlling his anger. Sometimes, just sometimes, it boils over, spreading and bubbling outwards. And tonight was one of those times. 

The burning in his lungs could not match up with the heat he feels spreading across his cheek and his head as he tore down the streets like a mad man in search of his friend. The abruptly disconnected call was enough to alert him of trouble, and that was exactly what he finds when he finally catches a glimpse of red and the familiar dual-toned hair, closed in with different threatening figures on all sides. Bokuto doesn’t speak, doesn’t react much really, except for connecting his fists to the nearest one when they turned at the sound of his footsteps, laying into them with all of his weight and momentum. Taking advantage of the momentary disarray, he clasped a hand against Kenma’s forearm, attempting to drag him away from the rest even as he shoved a shoulder hard into the abdomen of another approaching opponent.  “Up. Up, kenma we have to go.”

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█ ▓ ▒ ░ 【 ♛ 】჻ K I N G

         ❝ What game are you playing? ❞

                                 Despite such FOCUSED attention on volleyball, the brunet knows when to take a break [ or else his BEST FRIEND would come after him ]. He figures it’d be fine since this guy looks like an underclassman which means no need to be embarrassed to start a conversation.

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Lev hadn’t really thought about close he had sat next to Kenma, but didn’t shy away from the contact it created. He was pleasantly surprised when Kenma didn’t either. 

“Mmhmm,” he hummed before sighing slightly. “My legs feel like jelly.

[schemeforsuccess]

🔦 [mainly because they got lost after a practice game. hope it's ok to just send asks.]

@purrinkitten || Send 🔦 for our muses to go urban exploring || Not Accepting

✖ ┅ “Okay, my bad, but I think we’re definitely lost.” Kuroo didn’t RECOGNIZE the part of town they wandered. The STREET lights flickered SOFTLY, taunting them for getting lost. The too TALL buildings were menacing, but there was a peace to it. SO MUCH for MEMORIZING the way back from their PRACTICE game. He was a lost cause without his phone to use as a GPS, but the night was still young, and the SUN hadn’t completely set yet. Closing his EYES, he took a deep breath to clear his head. “Let’s just go in the general direction of the train station. We’ll probably come across something or maybe we’ll find something cool. I’ve never been in this part of the city before.”

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🐶 (favorite animal) 🍦 (favorite ice cream flavor) 🖌 (Are you artsy?)

mun questions || accepting

🐶 (favorite animal)

River otters and red foxes! I would love to own both someday even though that’s very unlikely…

🍦 (favorite ice cream flavor)

Peanut butter ice cream. I like peanut butter desserts a LOT.

🖌 (Are you artsy?)

I can’t draw for shit, but I make crappy gifs and I edit videos. I’m also kind of good with digital photography and cinematography. 

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starter call! || @purrinkitten

     Akaashi had waited for the release of a particular horror movie he liked in DVD. And when it was reported that it was finally in shelves in different stores nationwide, he went to one of the stores he frequented in that sold CDs, DVDs, and even games.

     And while scanning through shelves, his eyes noticed a familiar head standing in the gaming aisle. “Didn’t expect bumping into you here, Kozume-san,” Akaashi stated as he stood next to Kenma while still maintaining a respectful distance.

[ferrudare]

@purrinkitten

Volleyball competitions were the worst, especially when they had to travel far. Kenma honestly had no idea how they ended up playing against Dateko, mostly because he usually didn’t listen.He feels rather uncomfortable now that the captain of said team has gotten into the same elevator that Kenma had, so he tried to avoid eye contact at all cost, staring at his shoes, until–

The elevator finally comes to a stop, but it’s too abrupt, Kenma thought. Slowly, he taps the button that’s supposed to open the doors; once, twice, thrice… then faster, pushing his brows together until they formed a frown. His shoulder tightened, his jaw clenched and his bottom lip started to tremble as soon as he realized that for a while, he wasn’t going anywhere. 

Still, Kenma doesn’t even look at Kenji. Instead, he still can’t give up on pressing this button repeatedly, obviously starting to panic.

   Kenji had noticed the small setter ignoring him, which is why he’d chosen to watch the back of Kenma’s head for the duration of the journey - what little journey it ended up being, that is. 

   This wasn’t his first time stuck in an elevator, and he was certain it wouldn’t be his last, and while each time only got more and more annoying, he knew how this usually went and was able to keep his cool. He crossed his arms over his chest, matching the leg that he’d lazily slung over his other.

          “ Have you tried the help button yet ? Might be useful. ”

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Kenma absolutely hated being in the hospital – especially when it was unnecessary like this time.

During their practice, one of Lev’s (successful) spikes hit Kenma’s head and apparently knocked him out for a while. When Kenma woke up again, he was already here, with the whole team surrounding him, asking several question that he couldn’t answer since he was still feel dizzy. While the setter was sure that he was able to go back home, the doctors said that they wanted to keep him here for one night.

With the Nekoma team gone, Kenma felt… a little uncomfortable. There was someone else in the room as well, and seeing as he wasn’t the most talkative guy, he tried to just stay quiet and not to draw the attention to him. 

Aomine had been here since noon and he couldn’t say that he liked it. During a practice game he collided with another player and then had a harsh meeting with the ground.  The result were a concussion and a sprained shoulder.  To be honest, Daiki had been beyond annoyed that he ended up in a hospital - but the pain had put him in such a delirium, that he barely noticed anything. 

It was better now - they had given him something against the pain. There was still a slight buzz in his head and his shoulder was okay as long as he didn’t move his arm.  Satsuki had been here for a while, but a few hours ago she left.  Great, he couldn’t even use his phone.

His neighbour in the next bed didn’t really lighten his mood- simply because of the brigade of dudes that had been around.   The more grateful he was as they finally left. However, there still was this boredom that annoyed him the most of all. Aomine Daiki loved to skip practice, but right now he wouldn’t love anything more than that.

His eyes trailed over to the other boy. If he was damned to stay here, he also might as well try to make conversation. “So...and Why are you here?” He asked then, out of curiousity. 

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purrinkitten replied to your post “[ツ for sure! not sure about ❤ yet but if they keep getting along so...”

[Yeah you know what? I'm in. Like seriously. Pretty setters belong together right? That's be so c u t e]

{ hONESTLY THEY DO. these two pretty setters are my latest Aesthetic and i think it’s now too late for me to be convinced otherwise }

[kuroomata]

“Your bed head is really cu— ugly.” oops

                 “Yeah, I know.

     Is it doing something worse than usual- ??     Ugh, I hate this.”

[talontedace]

✓ ¬ㅅ¬

send me ✓and my muse will state one thing they find attractive about your muse

Definitely your hands! It’s sort of cool- cus you don’t put in a lot of force when guiding the ball, and it’s so flowy. Or connecty like you Nekomas kind of like to say. Like connecting and guiding smoothly you know? It’s beautiful to watch! Cus on one side you do that but when you play games, they come alive! Gliding and pressing and tapping like a pianist does on keys. It’s like this ‘Aaa the situation doesn’t control you, you place your hands where you want it to go type of thing��. You aren’t confident in a lot of things but when you’re on top of your game, you’re on top and it’s very nice to watch. @purrinkitten

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“If this is a water level I’m going to eat my game console.”

Things Said While Playing Scary Games sentence starters | Accepting 

        “Kenma don’t eat it! I’ll play it for you, I can do it!”