#yui kormori

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yui: words ending in 'ie' just sound adorable. Like cutie, sweetie, cookie-- ayato: eyyyy, homie! laito: and then there is couchie... reiji: you mean cootie, right? subaru: don't forget die.

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I know Yui kormori does not play music but don’t you think she looks like her with the hair and hair Bret

[dialalagirl]

yui, teaching Subaru to drive: okay, you're driving and an old man and a dog walk into the road. quick, what do you hit? subaru: oh, definitely the old man. it's probably fuckin' Karlheinz anyways. I could never hurt a dog yui, massaging her temples: the brakes. you hit the brakes

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Hey!!!! How abut an easy angst ask?? like subaru in the feels or something

He breathed in. 

Maybe to break the quiet settled in his room, who knows—he never liked to overthink. Yet there it was, its parallelizing weight boring nails into his skull. So fuckin’ trite.

No familiar sounds of tepid steps, vacuous humming, or careless curious rummaging of his empty dresser:

“Is there nothing you care to keep close to you, Subaru-kun?”

He never quite managed to use his mother’s knife to carve his heart out of his chest, its poisoned edge always with him. Coward he was, forever, always, he used it to get the petite girl before him—all hallow bones and offerings—to stop playing dumb. As if he needed any shallow comforts from keeping memory.

Her eyes—deceiver—reminded him of his mother’s:

“Can you fetch me the biscuit tin on top of the dresser?”

“Which one would you like?”

“…You are so sweet, Subaru. Just take as many as you want—your father always brings more”

The sharpness of her hand batting his away, wild, fanatic—it never left a bruise, but he wrapped it up anyway. Tight, just to feel the pressure, make his head fuckin’ quiet.

He pressed the blade into her chest and whatever pathetic last trembles shaking her body stilled. Her frozen expression was relieved, as if she got what she wanted: to see right through him. 

His room all in violent array, his knuckles bloodied, now there is more than enough noise than he cares to deal with. Chaos descends as Reiji deals with the damage, Shu apathetically laments his break from sleep as guise for death, and Yui insists on removing the dresser’s glass from his fists.

He sees questions whirling in her eyes but she stays quiet except to ask whether the bandage is too tight.

“Idiot, I’m a vampire. Like it fuckin’ matters.”

“But, the pain of it—it always stays, right?”

“…Whatever. Do as you like.”

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updated 2021 ihop menu

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yui, look out. ayato’s taking you to the festival