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Ships that have lots of fights (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Ships that makeup violently (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Ships that would go to Earth’s end and burn everyone for each other even if they’ve been fighting (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

The tune was stuck in his head even now, despite the splitting pain in his skull. Though it was even more of a tragic song now, because he knew how the nameless man felt.

He did not remember his name. But he did remember his pain.

Warm fires and gentle wafts of smoke were no longer a part of his life. No, now he was locked in a cage like some kind of animal, men in white coats speaking strange words that he didn't understand while they poked and prodded at him. Sleepless nights haunted by images of fire and death, the light behind his sunset-gold eyes being extinguished by force.

This place smelled of death.

He had lost track of time, but it had been long enough for his fear to harden. Harden into something like anger, his thoughts forming plots of revenge and escape and peace. His ancestors were still strong within his soul, and he could live with their help, and so he did.

Escaping his cell had been easier than he had ever thought. The actual building was another story. All he knew was that he had somehow run into another room, just as white and spotless as all the others, but he was not alone. There was a young boy, younger than him, and the smell of death was fresh. And so he stood, the door closing automatically behind him, and he was frozen to the spot, mouth opening...

-Who is the restless sleeper?

Mink, hands down. While he sleeps better than he used to, he still has the occasional nightmare and needs to walk it off. Sometimes he’ll just take the dogs out into the woods until he feels like he can sleep again.

-Who eats cereal for dinner?

Aoba. He’s still adjusting to the more native recipies Mink’s practicing. (aka burning)

-Who wears odd socks?

Aoba. Do I have to explain?

-Who reads more?

Mink. If he’s not working or doing something productive, he’s on the couch with his feet propped up and a book in hand.

-Who prefers a bath over a shower?

Aoba. He just likes to soak and relax while Mink’s at work.

-Who can knit?

Mink. He’s not very good at it, but he tries.

-Who has the weirder laugh?

Definitely Mink. It scared Aoba the first time he heard it.

-Who gets more jealous?

Mink, hands-down. He’s very, erm… territorial.

-Who sleeps with a teddy bear?

Does Mink cuddling with the dogs count?

-Who still uses internet explorer?

Mink. So naive.

-Who is the most sentimental?

Mink, though he tries to hide it.

-Who can play an instrument?

Mink can play guitar and kind of sing.

-Who has the worst sense of direction?

Without Ren’s GPS, Aoba would have been coyote chow a long time ago.

-Who cooks breakfast?

Aoba. Mink is just content with coffee, but he’ll eat if Aoba makes something good.

-Who is the early riser?