moving forward.

immediately puts On shirt saying i eat ass

Joke’s on you, I have no taste so you failed.

TAGGED BY: @azamukuna

RULES: tag nine people with excellent taste. which I won’t do because I barely know myself much less nine people

COLOR(S) I’M CURRENTLY WEARING: red pajama shirt from a musical production I was in back in high school, really tacky pajama bottoms with dogs all over them.

LAST BAND T-SHIRT I BOUGHT: ...I don’t think I own a single one?

LAST BAND I SAW LIVE: I’m blanking on this one too, have I ever seen a band live...?

LAST SONG I LISTENED TO: I believe I was listening to the Shantae soundtrack.

LIPSTICK OR CHAPSTICK: neither, peak self-neglect aesthetic is letting your lips dry out and die (chapstick if I had the sense to carry any around which I don’t).

LAST MOVIE I WATCHED: high school musical unfortunately... my friends sat me down and forced me to watch it for the first time this past friday. didn’t really live up to the hype tbh.

LAST 3 TV SHOWS I WATCHED: doctor who, whose line is it anyway, touken ranbu.

LAST 3 CHARACTERS I IDENTIFIED WITH: identify with? that’s a good question... I rp a lot of characters I don’t see myself reflected in, but honestly shuichi is probably one of the closest to my own personality/sensibilities that I’ve latched onto for a long while. I don’t know if that’s better or worse for him or me.

BOOK I’M CURRENTLY READING: the last book I finished reading was red scarf girl, which was a memoir I read for class.

Oh, geez. That went down pretty badly.

It was only a matter of minutes that he had to make a decision – and retrieve the detective. ( this is all or nothing, huh? ) At least it was exciting. Without hesitation, Ouma picked up a rock and flung it through the window, shattering the glass, calling out to Shirogane. “Hey, betcha can’t catch this!” It took her no time to run out to go fetch the guards to go chase him. Maybe that might take a load off of the other DICE members who might’ve heard the commotion.

Ouma went up to the window and pointed at the lock for the window with haste. “Saihara, open this! We’re getting the hell out of here.” He would have to hope that the other members were able to get out on their own safely, regardless of whether they retrieved anything or not. Knowing them, they probably managed to grab something on the way out.

“Also, you really suck at this! I’m gonna give you lying lessons later, got that?”

“The -- the window -- ?!”

Ouma’s distraction wasn’t very complex but it seemed to work for the moment. Yet even despite the situation they’re in, Saihara finds himself hesitating. Is there still away for him to sell out DICE (despite obviously lying to Shirogane’s face) by claiming to be a double agent? Part of him still feels guilty not executing his mission the way he was supposed to.

...No, the urgency on Ouma’s face tells him otherwise. He’s screwed if he sticks around, so as much as he doesn’t want to trust criminals, it’s currently his only ticket out of an inevitable death.

“All right -- um -- ! Okay --”

“Uh… Ah, for me it is. If we’re gonna continue bein’ friends, then that’s how it’s gotta be man. I don’t make the rules.” Yes he did. He always made his own rules. However, Leon had already shown his cards, calling Saihara a ‘friend’ already. Leon had said it, though he didn’t even realize the potential connotation of his words.

Without saying another word, Leon immediately flipped to a song with heavy electric guitar. The words were intelligible, though bold, crude and yelled from the singer’s core. Leon’s head bobbed in time to the music, somehow finding a beat to follow through all the loudness. “This ain’t half bad y’know. Was really popular a year ago.”

Shuichi does his best to listen through the loudness, though he admittedly isn’t very in tune with this kind of music. It’s all a bit chaotic and... stressful for him to handle, as if he’s at a party surrounded by strangers screaming at him. With all his might he tries to push the comparison away -- he doesn’t want to get anxiety listening to a song, for goodness sake!