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“do you want a coke or something?” Chu to Dazai

The ginger wasn’t known for exactly being nice. So for the sudden question it came as a complete surprise for Dazai. Was Chuuya perhaps offering him the white kind of coke. He could very well be a drug dealer in his spare time. It was a thought, who wore a leather collar to school. Okay.. so maybe he couldn’t talk. He was covered in bandages, though it was like his safety net. Though bandages were a lot different than say wearing a collar.

What possible things was Chuuya involved in . Perhaps if he wasn’t some drug dealer he was was into BDSM. He could see the ginger being a playful doggie. The thought was enough to make his lips curve up into a slight smirk. He had a fantastic imagination and perhaps that was a bad thing in that case. To image Chuuya on all fours barking just to get satisfied.

He leaned back against the tree he had taken over. “And what might this or something consist of?” Those dark brown eyes looked over the other. There wasn’t anything tame about him, he was a bad boy. He always had been. Though some might just call him misunderstood. He had a questionable mysterious past, the rumors floated around about what were under his bandages—he had heard them. He didn’t stop them either.

“When are ya so nice anyways, Puppy?” There was a small purr in his voice as he leaned forward slightly. “Though if ya asking if I want a drink. I could always use one. A coke sounds nice~” Honestly this was perfect for him because he was lazy and didn’t wish to get up from this spot. It was nice here. Shady with a slight breeze and hell he didn’t wish to attend any classes at all. He might just take a nap here.

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He pouted when she went to hold on to his shoulders and stand on her tiptoes to get the notebook. “It is in better hands with me than others. Can’t ya agree with that, little dove. I do wonder if it will allow me to kill my—- wait are ya saying ya actually care for me enough to not want me to die, dove.” He grinned at that, though he still kept the notebook out of her reach.

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He moved it out of her reach. “Nopppe~ I mean I still would have been taller regardless~ Why does me having this book bother ya so much anyways~ Let me have my fun with it” he spoke going to leap up on the desk. “If ya wanna use it, wait ya turn. I waited long enough~”

“ I don’t want to use it. “, when had she ever shown the mighty need to kill somebody? She knew that it was wrong and didn’t want to have anything to do with such things. Miran climbed up the desk, holding on the shoulders of the male, to get the item out of his hands as she one again stood on the tip of her toes, “ All you will do is killing yourself with it! I’m not going to let this happen. “.

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“Can you believe they called my outfit ‘inappropriate’?!” Chuuya to Aku

“Did you think they would call it anything but?” This school had a very strict dress code. He was able to get away with wearing his coat at all times over his uniform—but that was because of his coughing attack the one time they had forced him to take it off. So from then after he had been allowed the special addition of his coat. It was like it was apart of him.

Chuuya not only wore a collar but also always wore a hat. Come to think of it, the school had plenty of different people who had questionable choices with their outfits. “Have you tried to appease them at all?” He knew that others probably hadn’t tried at all. Though at least it should be noted he had tried and failed. He hugged his arms around him as if his coat might be taken off again.

It hadn’t been a comfortable feeling in the slightest. He had felt so bare and he didn’t like it. To be at school and be like that... he couldn’t handle it. “Why is that hat so important to you anyways?” He had to ask. He couldn’t help himself. It was literally a mutter, that was how he had asked Chuuya. It wasn’t like asking would hurt him. It wasn’t like he was trying to take Chuuya’s hat away from him.

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"don’t take any crap this time.” Chu to Aku

Gray eyes looked at the ginger before him. His senpai technically in all sense of the word. He sighed “and what happens if I don’t listen” he spoke deciding to ask the question. He had a feeling he knew what would happen if he continued to take crap. The bullying would never stop. They were in college for crying out loud, but with his sickly nature it was hard for the other. He was literally a lower being, a dog in the eyes of others.

He didn’t know if his senpai simply meant well or if he too wanted to beat sense into him. After all with his precious senpai before Chuuya... he didn’t know anymore. Dazai has most likely been the very reason why he was being targeted in the first place. He no longer put anything pass the brunette. Though he couldn’t help but still want to please him. He wanted to please Chuuya too though.

He took a deep breath, perhaps too deep. It resulted in him coughing, hand quickly going to cover his mouth. “I understand” he quickly added though. He shouldn’t try to get on the other’s bad side. He could still feel the sting of the kick to his ribs from the time he had pissed Dazai off. It was a phantom pain now but it didn’t change anything.

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“I wasn’t sure you’d show up. But I’m glad you did.” - Ango/Dazai

The meeting place was a slightly painful one. Bar Lupin. Why Ango had called him here, it was curious to say the least. They were no longer the same as they had been before. Ango wasn’t surrounded by sercurity, he was simply alone and seated at the bar. The brunette went to sit down at his old seat, normally would have been positioned between Ango and Odasaku. Though one was no longer with them.

“Why would I not show up? Usually that is my line anymore, isn’t it?” He ordered his typical amber coloured drink and soon it was placed before him. “So why the sudden urge to meet? Not to mention here of all places.” The bar hadn’t changed much at all, though he did come here alone from time to time— especially when it was the anniversary of Odasaku’s death.

“There must be a reason for the sudden meeting. I would have thought ya wouldn’t come alone.” One was from the government and one from the ADA, but both had been part of the mafia. There was always a reason for their meetings. Rather it be to clear a name or to gather information. Thoigh this time Dazai hadn’t arranged the meeting. Which made him all the more curious as to the reason behind it.

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“So, do I get a goodnight kiss?” - Dazai / Fyodor

Brown eyes looked at the other. It wasn’t like the other to ask for such things. He couldn’t help the soft chuckle that left his lips as he wrapped his arms around the Russian. “What do ya think” he purred ever so softly. He couldn’t help, but wish to be like this with the other. It might have been some low key manipulation on the other’s part, but perhaps not. He didn’t think either of them could really say they knew love.

It went against his past to know what love was. Though he didn’t truly mind the things Fyodor could do for him. He would be considered a traitor if anyone found out that he willingly went to Fyodor, and even more since he kept going back to him. He softly brushed his lips in a soft and gentle kiss. Though as he pulled back, he lingered closer to the other’s lips. His body still pressed slightly close.

“I could stay, ya know. I don’t have to go tonight... if ya don’t want me to.” He bit his lip as he spoke such words. If they were caught together, it would look so bad. Not to mention, Fyodor could choose to any moment to either betray him or rather choose to try to trap him. The sad thing was the brunette was coming dependent upon the Russian to love him like this. Addicted to his touches. He wouldn’t openly admit it thoigh, but the fact he came back willingly so often showed that Fyodor had him wrapped around his finger.

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[ text ] : EAT - Gin to Aku

Gray eyes looked down at his phone as it vibrated. A single text from Gin. He shook his head, only slightly. She worried too much about him. It was honestly expected. She had always worried about him, it didn’t help his sickly body was the way it was. He covered his mouth as he coughed. He knew she meant well by the text. She could have easily tracked him down with food.

Now that would be something he would rather avoid. He didn’t need to be babied. If she did something like that, what was to stop her from trying to force him to eat. He had a tendency to sometimes forget to eat, it wasn’t his fault. Even if food was available now, it didn’t mean he always took advantage of it. He sighed as he leaned his back against the cool wall of the alley.

Can’t right now. Will eat though..

He quickly sent the text back to his sister and hoped she didn’t track his location.

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✂ Did the mun ever do something to make you jealous? { for Daz }

Cassi plays with other muses and keeps adding them to my domain. When I do play nice with others, she keeps wanting to pay attention to a certain chibi ball of anger—- Though she does play with me plenty~ I just don’t want to share...

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🔪What do they think is scarier: a killer with a gun, or a killer skilled with a knife? ( for Anton )

“A killer with a gun, is only as scary as their actual aim. A gun can easily miss, but a killer that is skilled with a knife would truly be scarier between those two. “

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Tagged by: @protectheweak

Tagging: @frozcnhearts, @the-second-kira

Go to this candle site, put in your character’s birthday, and tell their scent and basic description!

This lively, many-sided scent is perfect for the energetic, dynamic souls born on June 19. An underlying warm and woodsy sandalwood sets the stage for a middle note of water orchid, and a top notes emerge of lemon and sun-soaked amber.

Scent notes: Sandalwood, Orchid, Lemon

The Day of Stern Light: the child of June 19 are a knot of often radiant and beautiful contradictions

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👀 Do the mun and you get along?  { for Anton }

I try to get along with everyone. Cassi isn’t the hardest to get along with at all. Though she does have questionable choices that I don’t always agree with. Such as the love for angst that she so loves so very much. I don’t really understand that. I do try to hold back from saying anything though. She hasn’t exactly given me a reason to not get along with her though. We after all share some of the same views on things.

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“Please help me study.” { Miran to Anton }

Blond hair and eyes of blue, this was Miran Lee. Anton had to wonder why she had come to him in hopes of a study partner. Though he would never turn away a soul in need. He was decent when it came to his studies, but his school of choice was most likely going to be different than Miran’s. Though he didn’t see why he couldn’t help her with whatever it was she was having problem with.

Anton had become a transfer student a few months ago, but easily got along with his classmates. He was kind, helpful— but he had a temper to him sometimes. Bi polar could be quite a bitch at times. It wasn’t like he would snap at someone for simply touching him. He would do bad things if his hand was forced—after all he did have those he cared about back in Russia. If anyone ever threaten them...well he wouldn’t be as nice. Though Miran was simply another human wishing for his help.

He patted the spot across from him, after closing the book he had been reading. “I don’t see why not” he spoke his accent still very clear. His amber eyes looked over the blond. “So tell me, what is it that you’re having problems with? I’ll do my best to help you.” Though it wouldn’t be easy to study with him. He got good grades himself, but that was because he had a certain way of studying and maintaining himself. He would be a strict but good teacher to the blond.