#requiemcount

[nodamagefighter-blog]

for @requiemcount

[text to: my gaito] so [text to: my gaito] sorry it’s like 4 am i had too many 5 hour energys [text to: my gaito] energies? energys? doesnt matter [text to: my gaito] anyways i promised id tell you whenever i got hurt- dont panic, i promise im already all bandaged [text to: my gaito] but oh man is this one hell of a story

[yeahgen]

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There’s fresh tea on the table.

As well as snacks, the sort of small, homely kinds you find in the old-fashioned shops hidden in the corners of Little Tokyo, laid neatly on simple, unadorned plates. This is still his office, but made accessible; the leather armchair is resting idly at his desk, while Yagen himself is sitting in a low and comfortable chair. Next to him is a window looking out to the cityscape below, slightly ajar to let in a warm breeze.

Across from him sits a boy with raucous purple hair and a high-collar jacket. Compared to Yagen’s simple dark browns and whites, he seems much louder even when he hasn’t spoken a word.

'Chamomile,’ Yagen says as he pours a cup and pushes it to Gaito’s side. Today, (as on all other days with this particular patient), he isn’t wearing his labcoat.

‘I’ve never had it, but I’ve heard it has soothing properties. Try a taste?’

Their session starts out quiet, calm, and relaxed--as always.

[diamondphantasm-blog]

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“Huh...” Kaito was pretty shocked, usually people enjoy his magic tricks but this time he had an observer hard to please! He’s tried the usual card tricks, making things appear with the snap of his fingers, and even tried summoning some pigeons but he didn’t get much of a reaction... He couldn’t help but wonder, just what kind of magic would be impressive to this kid? As tempted as he was to ask, he didn’t want to give up! He’ll find a way to surprise him, and that was a promise! “Guess you’re too used to seeing magic shows?”

[sweetmomorin-blog]

Momo’s never seen a boy so young with such a rad style before! Actually, now that he thought about it, not even the goths in Japan wore anything even remotely cool like this. His favorite part were the sleeves, and the choker went so nicely with the entire ensemble! What was practically begging for attention though was that head of outrageous hair, though not in a bad way whatsoever.

He really wanted to dig his hands in it and fluff it up.....!! It looked so soft and well-kept. Just how long would it be if it wasn’t all styled up?

                ❝How long does it take to style your hair every day? Do you use product!? Is that your true hair color? It’s so cool!❞

[wingedheavens-blog]

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“Um... Excuse me... I got lost on the way back to the condos do... you happen to know where they are?”

[soothingforte]

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It was rather surprising to see a child around. He doesn’t think they were rare so to speak but he wonders what value they have to be brought to a place like this. They were not forgiving to children, he believed.

“Hello. Is there something I can help you with?” Ah. How does one interact with a kid?

[mewmancess]

“I know what you’re going to ask and I’m just gonna cut you right off and say no okay? I told the last guy no and I’ll tell the same thing to every other boy band looking guy that need an awesome lead singer. I know, I know I would be great at it but that’s just not what I want to start up right now. Maybe ask again later.”

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[ki-0011-blog]

Huh!

A kindred spirit in the art of purple hair!

What a small world this city was!

Kyouka would be a lot more expressive about that excitement and flood this person with an array of questions if her own memory loss wasn’t... on and off riling up her anxiety problems.

“Hey. How does your hair do that?”

Apparently anxiety was no filter for her asking stupid bullshit.

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[chococharm-blog1]

koiwazuraine replied to your post  “To my nonexistent boyfriend, happy national boyfriend day.”

me too.

     Nene-chan, I’ll find you the boy of your dreams, okay?

everyone else literally replied to your post  “To my nonexistent boyfriend, happy national boyfriend day.”

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         SHUT UP AND BE HAPPY ON YOUR OWN, YOU BRATS!

[lovelysincerity]

requiemcount replied to your post: “Guilt and shame are far heavier than steel and...

“My, my, someone’s awfully depressing.” *

“Actually, some would call that philosophizing~” 

[thiefguild-blog]

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“Hey, kid,” Titus calls out to the nearest passerby from his spot crouched at the roots of a tree, gesturing for them to come closer. he turns his attention back the matter at hand--a baby bird fallen from its nest. it would be child’s play to scoop it up, climb the tree, and put it back, but...the last thing he wants to do is hurt it, assuming it isn’t hurt already. “You know anything ‘bout birds? S’just a baby...”

“...I just can’t remember if you’re supposed to help it or leave it there for its mother.”

[nodamagefighter-blog]

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Meandering through the streets in the center of Cote’s Ward, Kanata gripped his boyfriend’s hand tightly with a hop in his step.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a sign for a shop- after reading the sign, he had a craving that absolutely needed to be satiated. 

“Mh... I know I said ice cream Gaito, but would you be mad if I made an extremely small change to the plans?” 

[antheiin]

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“I miss what I had.” Miriam speaks softly, kicking her legs back and forth as she tries to keep herself steady. She’s out of plants until the clock hits midnight and the world resets on itself for her. It’s always an antsy thing, waiting for her world to come back to her. Maybe that’s why she’s chatting to a stranger. 

“Did they take much away from you here?”

[galatine]

“I had long forgotten how needlessly cruel other children could be…” He mumbles, looking on towards the four. Especially towards those that were deemed ‘different’ by their own definitions. Oddly enough, this is the first time he’s ever happened upon such a situation, native children being unnecessarily hostile towards one they deemed an 'outsider’. There were three of them, all no bigger than the boy they had cornered. Only when it began to escalate did the knight finally deem it right to step in.

Not that much damage had been done in the first place, a pair of scuffed knees and a red, muddied cheek from where the boy had been hit in the face with a mud ball. “I think you all need to return home, enough.” He separates them from each other, protecting the attacked from being further harmed. Sure enough, the presence of an adult is enough to deter them and slowly, they begin to walk off in the opposite direction. With that out of the way, Gawain then turns his attention to the last one remaining and drops to one knee. “Here,” he reaches into the pocket of his cape and offers the boy a handkerchief to clean his face with before taking a looking at his cheek, not infected but…clearly in need of a band-aid or two.

“This will only take a moment…”

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[morteum]

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     On her own for the day, Minako takes the opportunity to explore beyond her usual horizons. The shopping center she has come across is filled with assortments of items she’s never seen before, the crowd hustling and bustling just like most of the city does in the middle of the day. Today, however, seems busier than usual, so many people around to enjoy the heat before it cools down for winter, she assumes. Nearing the entry to one of many shops, a young boy stands on his own, frozen in place; she herself doesn’t have trouble handling people, although not everyone is her. He seems to be bombarded by someone who, from the looks of it, is not acquainted with him; her only guess is that they’re a salesman of some sort, offering a deal too good to believe to him. Sales must be rough if one must pitch their pushy talk to a kid. A natural leader won’t leave anyone behind, even if she doesn’t know them personally. Approaching with familiarity, she offers a kind smile and a gentle hand to the boy, in turn declining whatever it is the stranger is selling. “No thanks, not today!” Facing back to the boy, she then says to him, “Come on, let’s go!”

     Separating some ways from the crowd, around the corner is much less busy, quiet enough that he could get his bearings. “Hey... Sorry for that back there, are you okay? That person didn’t seem like your friend, were they?”

[demonmcngu-blog]

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“Say.... what’s that card game you have there?” He asked the other, hands in his pockets. Even the snake seemed a bit curious, as it tilted it’s head in unison with Mangu.