#rp || {ɪ'ᴍ ᴄʀᴏssɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʏᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ᴠᴇ sᴇᴇɴ}

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red-shark-hero replied to your post “        “Look I’m not saying we should all do shots in the teacher’s...”

"Drinks? What are you guys havin'? I think cherry pepsi would be a good drink!"

       “Alcohol.”

“But.... since you’ve been so good.... I’ll let you have a little if you want.“

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@maythehoennsapphire

       “Hello, madame! Welcome to the Lumiose City Pokémon research laboratory!”

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red-shark-hero replied to your post: The red-head walked up to the teacher, covered...

“It’s because I’m like you now!” The teen beamed.

       “... Oh.”

Actually, that was sort of sweet, truth be told. It’s enough to warm his cold, dead heart enough for his gaze to soften as he watches him smile. “..... Would you like to wear my shawl for the day?”

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voiceofglory replied to your post: I made…. some christmas cookies.  Some reindeer……...

“Give me the fattest santa cookie you have. Look at my face, Shouta, I’m not messing around here.” Hizashi gestured at his serious expression.

     ....Aw, that was.... kind of cute. 

Having a look at the already decorated cookies on the cooling rack, he settles on a slightly malformed Santa Claus whose iced face seems to have melted a little, giving him a somewhat mournful expression. The sight of it is enough to make him grin. 

      “.... Here. Put him.... out of his misery. That’s his Christmas wish....”

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voiceofglory replied to your post “Honestly, I am surprised the school has not put up a “no feeding the...”

Picks up a piece of chicken from his bowl with his chopsticks and sticks it in Shouta's mouth.

      He gladly opens his mouth wide for Mic’s offering. 

“..... Ha. Thanks. You live another day, Mister Yamada.“

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@voicedhero

       “Well... If it’s kisses you wanted, you did not have to wait for mistletoe...”

“You could have had them sooner.“

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@breakingtouch

     Getting captured wasn’t exactly on his to-do list, but here he is. AIZAWA feels the shackles restraining his arms dig into the pliant material of his jumpsuit as he tries to ease some of the tension in his shoulders, but to no avail. He’s been blindfolded-- most likely both to conceal their whereabouts, but perhaps to also instill fear in him. He isn’t sure what they’re looking to pry out of his listless mouth, but he isn’t going to go easy on them. 

He shifts again, the movement measured and slow to keep from rattling all over. While he isn’t capable of seeing, he can still LISTEN and try to differentiate the footsteps that occasionally pass by his door.  When AIZAWA hears someone approach with confidence, however, he immediately straightens his posture, jerking his head up in the direction of the door as he hears it unlock and open. 

       “I will tell you nothing.“ He growls, pursing his lips. 

“If you are looking for information, you grabbed the wrong teacher.“

        “.... Of course, that’s giving you too much credit. Whatever. I will not tell.”

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@lostflare

      “O-oh... it-- it’s you...”

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@izukusdeku

     He knocks on Izuku’s door with a firm hand, brushing his hands through his hair to try and give himself a better put-together appearance, rather than looking like he spent the last hour bawling his eyes out. He didn’t! But.... It feels like he did.... 

“Midoriya.... It’s Aizawa-sensei. I’d like to come in, if you don’t mind.“

       “I know it’s late and you’re tired, but.... I would like to do an inspection.”

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@red-shark-hero

      He knows it’s late, but he knocks firmly on the door. 

“Kirishima.“ He asks though the door, silently praying he’ll answer. He has to know, okay? “Please, open up. It’ll be quick, I promise....”

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@corrosiivedecay

       “I’ll be okay.”

“And please... call me Shouta. No need for formalities while you’re staying with me.“

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@professordeerest liked for a starter. 

     He’s on his way home, toting some groceries in his arms as he makes his way along the sidewalk back to his laboratory. All in all, being disguised as a human isn’t that bad! Being a Pokémon professor is even better, because he can buy all the treats he can possibly eat! No one ever says a thing-- they all assume it’s for “his” Pokémon. 

It’s a little amusing that no one’s figured out why he was never a Pokémon trainer. 

       Despite the overcast weather, he feels unusually full of life-- well. More than usual. It’s... a lot different than what he’s accustomed to. He feels lively, vibrant-- full of vitality. Like he could run for hundreds of miles without ever tiring. It’s only when he turns the block does he see what looks like himself waiting outside of his laboratory’s gates. The other’s aura is a little overwhelming, making his head fuzzy and his vision blur a tad. 

“Ah. You must.... be me! Did you need something?“

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@fatedflare liked for a starter.

      In truth, he wasn’t anticipating company, but he finds the gentle chime of his doorbell very welcome as he takes the stairs down to the lobby. He’s anticipating a shipment of some new lab equipment, but he’s surprised to instead find Lysandre. Although they’ve only met once, there’s a lot of differences between his and this one, though he’s already found this one to be much, much better than his own. 

“Hello, hello!“ He chirps, wringing his hands together. 

       “What can I do for you? It’s good to see you again!”