Coolest Rock on the Forest Trail

relationship between tooru and kanata: #kanatooru (note: the narrative of this ship is written between this blog and @godgamess, who has their own tag)

We'd never call you Tomoki anyways, Tom.

Smoking to cope.

Baby, I've got veneral diseases they ain't even named yet.

As badly as I want to ravage the sharps disposal. No. No I am not.

Something like that, yeah. Rather than the fancy stylings though, I just went right for the teddies.

I am not one of his cheap basic tramps.

I feel like I need a shower now... ass. Blegh...

We've got a room dedicated to rock insect husbandry. It's the reason I have the records in my front room, it's too humid with the bugs. He is usually stuck on bug duty and (don't let him know you know this) is a complete sucker for them. He'll sit and just let them crawl on him. I don't like this, but he won't stop.

We do not. Tom could tell you more about lunisolar calanders, and the Meiji restoration, and adoption of the Gregorian calander - so on and so forth. But I've only ever really known good ol' January first as the New Year. Glad you had a good time though.

There is! And her name is Rokakaka and she is my ticket to the big leagues, baby.

Surviving? I am thriving. Like a sidewalk crack weed. I will never die.

Check previous statements on the matter.

It was fucking lit.

... pretty boy needs to work on his goddamn thesis. Fuck.

Tomoki is just a fucking nutcase though and has a brain like a file cabinet. Good head.

the ever loving FUCK pounded out of me. That was cool. And Valentine's Day... god I love Valentine's Day. And Obligatory Single's Day afterwards where chocolate goes on discount. Shoutout singles for keeping shit cheap.