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A Child Starts Crying in Public

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When they could finally see each other again,

Mori Ougai was shocked.

Or not, after he thought about it for a while.

His bodyguard (now, ex-bodyguard) was always like that. He favored old school yukata instead of western clothing. He drank tea like someone else’s grandfather. He looked and act like ten, probably twenty years older than his age.

Mori Ougai thanked Natsume Souseki for his effort in arranging a meeting to celebrate their tripartite’s anniversary, because, he finally could see the man again. He was busy with some mafia works, just like his ex-bodyguard and his small agency.

Ah, so it’s a formal kimono today.

Fukuzawa Yukichi walked slowly, approaching him.

I could imagine him walking with a cane. It suits him, and the way he walks.

As he came closer, the wrinkles under his sharp metallic eyes looked clearer to Mori Ougai.

He still smells like tea. It feels nostalgic somehow… wait, I thought no one would want that kind of haircut in this era.

Despite these thoughts of him, Mori could not help to grin. He raised both of his eyebrows, letting his mischievous laugh out of his dry lips.

“You look like an old man.”

“You look like … a movie.”

Wait, what.

“I mean,” Fukuzawa seemed uncomfortable even after carefully chose his words before, “stylish…? I feel like– ”

“You sound like a song.”

His cheerful gaze while singing the lyric made Fukuzawa even more, more uncomfortable. Fukuzawa tried not to make eye contact. However, it was just like what Mori missed after their last meeting.

Do you know that pleasant feeling when you know you pissed off someone so composed?

And, yeah, after unable to see his frowning face for a long, long, time.

“Don’t sing here.”

“My God, this reminds me…”

In the end, Fukuzawa could only let out a long, long sigh.

“Of when we were young.”

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Mori: If we get lost in this crowd and never see each other again what will we do?

Elise: I don't know about you, but I will celebrate.

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/sigh/

Daddies-cats, in a word:

Great...

Old...

Dangerous...

Sexy...

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Sergey, I was rooting for you to the end.

Very disappointing the results.

You are always in my heart.

*screaming*

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I'm UNREAL strongly love Mori.

One of the most beloved grandfathers in BSD.

When viewing season 3, I take screenshots wherever he appears.

Well, isn't he cute? How can this smile to be refuse?

(This small post is dedicated to the love of Mori Ougai).

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Nobody:

Me:

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And funny and painful.

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Despite the fact that I don’t like this peyring, art came out just wonderful!

Very gentle and romantic work...

I hope this art will take one of the main prizes!

for otp contest ♥

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Beloved boys~.

.°•* Matenrou icons*•°.

*Like or reblog if u save*

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Lifelong lack of sleep...

Me @ me

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Wallpapers from Bloodborne #9

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Short about creating characters in mmo games.

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When I look at my favorite lesbian couple.

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Bloody Mary: Baby, lay me down and let's pray. 

Pretzel: . . .

Pretzel: Holy shit!

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Best boys.

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THEY ARE TOO BEAUTIFUL!

I AM CHOKING!

I AM READY TO REAPEAT TO HEAR THEM TRACK.