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# 0iSMS :: A MAIN BLOG TO MISC. MUSES ACROSS DIFFERENT BLOGS !

『 A premium quality bag of IDIOTS, LOSERS, and BOYFAILURES, handpicked by yours truly. Best for light-hearted and comedic shenanigans, but each with a depth that’s open to more. 』 。

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——— # SINGLE CHARACTER BLOGS :

NOVEMBER @1isms || RANMA @2isms || FELIX @3isms

REKI @4isms || CREA @5isms || RONALDO @6ismz

KAZUICHI @7isms || TEUFEL @8isms || RODY @9isms

— # MUSES i GOT LAZY TO MAKE BLOGS FOR BUT STILL PRIORITIZE AS MUCH AS THE PREVIOUS MUSES:

YUU // OBI // INUZUKA // KANO // NICK // TSUKUMO // RINTARO // SNOW // TAKASU // HAYATO // ETC @qisms

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FOR MORE INFO ABOUT EACH MUSE, CHECK : ROSTER

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(  a  mix  of  angst,  fluff,  and  plot  focused  dialogue  prompts  in  the  form  of  questions.  feel  free  to  change  how  you  seem  fit.  )

❛ what are you listening to? ❜

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

❛ how did you get this scar? ❜

❛ are you sure this is a good idea? ❜

❛ do you mind if i sleep here tonight? ❜

❛ what are you doing out here by yourself? ❜

❛ are you wearing my shirt? ❜

❛ don’t you know what you mean to me? ❜

❛ will i see you again? ❜

❛ are you comfortable? ❜

❛ are you trying to get us in trouble? ❜

❛ do you enjoy playing with people’s hearts? ❜

❛ don’t we deserve to be happy? ❜

❛ why can’t i come with you? ❜

❛ are you here to kill me? ❜

❛ you think i’m jealous? ❜

❛ do you want to share this? ❜

❛ is that blood? is it yours? ❜

❛ how do you know my name? ❜

❛ you’re an asshole, you know that? ❜

❛ like what you see? ❜

❛ was that your first kiss? ❜

❛ are you happy here with me? ❜

❛ sorry, did you want to be alone? ❜

❛ do you want my jacket? ❜

❛ how are you still alive? ❜

❛ you’re beautiful, you know that? ❜

❛ what are you so afraid of? ❜

❛ today isn’t your day, is it? ❜

❛ how does it feel to be in love? ❜

❛ you’ve been crying, what’s wrong? ❜

❛ do you remember when we first met? ❜

❛ isn’t this amazing? ❜

❛ did you miss me? ❜

❛ alright, who am i beating up? ❜

❛ that was a close call, wasn’t it? ❜

❛ am i worth so little to you? ❜

❛ how is it you’re never scared? ❜

❛ do you ever think about the future? ❜

❛ can you look at me? please? ❜

❛ you got me flowers? ❜

❛ well, how do i look? ❜

❛ what aren’t you telling me? ❜

❛ how about a kiss before i go? ❜

❛ you don’t know who i am, do you? ❜

❛ may i have this dance? ❜

❛ who’s going to stop us, huh? ❜

❛ wait, you’re leaving already? ❜

❛ it’s my fault, isn’t it? ❜

❛ have you ever lost someone? ❜

❛ do you think i’m a good person? ❜

❛ what are you thinking about? ❜

❛ is it really you? ❜

❛ what if i hurt you? ❜

❛ if you won’t take care of yourself, then who will? ❜

❛ have you come to laugh at me? ❜

"Obviously some runt little kid wouldn't understand the appeal of being a NEET." Being lazy was the best, not having to do anything at all except what he wanted to do was the best part of his lengthy life. Video games and the internet were the best after all.

A glare at that. "I have plenty to do! Brat!" A huff as he slouches forward. How troublesome. "Fine. Tell me what this dream is about. Can't really promise I'll be any help."

“We’re about the same age,” he muttered under his breath, but decided to let it go in favor of moving on to the actual problem. There would be no end to this if they kept bickering back and forth. “The dream’s kinda vague, but… whoever was making me dream about meeting you wanted me to get revenge on something. It kept pestering me about it non-stop.”

The hand touching his head is imidiatly smacked off, eyes narrowed to slits as he glares at this ... idiot. "Are all teenagers as rude as you?" Due to his position in the Mafia, most refrain from treating Kawabata like a child. "I am not intentionally short, I will probably grow in the next year or two. Not to mention milk does not even help with growing." Would it be rude to freeze this idiot?"

“Not with that mindset you won’t. It’s probably why you’re still short,” he told the other, with no filter. Unbothered by his hand being smacked away, he tried to poke the other’s cheek. “Your body needs the nutrients in milk to grow. You can’t be picky with food if you’re a fighter.”

“Y-yeah. Just a cat that was following me. I managed to lose it, though,” he told the other, as if that explained why he crashed through multiple tree branches and right into a bush. Well, to his credit, he seemed perfectly fine, pulling himself out of the branch and dusting himself off.

"Sixteen-ish? So we are about the same age." It was odd to forget one's birthday, though Kawabata himself had a tendency of his own to space and forget things from time to time. "Did you ever get taught not to judge a book by it's cover? And I could tell you are a martial artist, idiot. I just watched you fight. Do you normally go around fighting people like that? Or did you do so thinking I was some kid needing help?"

“…? We are?” The martial artist circled around the other with a curious hum, before patting his head. “Are you drinking enough milk? You won’t grow taller if you don’t drink milk, you know.” A small pause. “Or are you intentionally short? It would definitely make the enemy underestimate you and drop their guard… that would be a great tactic,” he nodded thoughtfully, instead of answering the other’s question.

"I'm not much of a fighter outside of my transformation. The most I can do is summon lightning and rain."

Oh... So Ranma that type. Stupidly annoying when they lose. Almost like mosquitoes. Hard to get rid of and constantly buzzing at your ear. Guess that makes Chihiro one of those electric bug zap lamps... But he'll humour Ranma for now. Since he wasn't picking a random fight.

“Well, I guess it is nice to read some comic books or watch some action TV shows from time to time…” Not that he got access to those often, or had the time to indulge in them anyway. He took another pocky stick to bite away at, keeping the box on the other’s side in case the guy wanted more. They tasted nice. Sweets are great. Another thing he didn’t get to indulge in often, but that’s because it didn’t feel manly for a guy to like sweets.

Maybe his gender-switching curse isn’t half bad after all. It does come in handy at times like these.

“What’s your hobbies?” he asked, after he was done with his stick. “You said it vaguely like you’re trying to keep them secret or something.”

“Wait, what? Camping and training your whole life?” he repeated, his voice tinged with genuine astonishment. “That sounds… well, exhausting! You must be so strong, though! I mean, to go through all that and still be standing here looking so composed? I could never. I stub my toe, and I’m out of commission for the day!”

He let out a small, self-deprecating laugh, but it quickly faded as he processed the rest of Ranma’s words. His brow furrowed slightly, his kind-hearted nature almost incapable of grasping the idea that his generosity could ever be a bad thing.

“Taken advantage of? Oh, no, I don’t think so!” Charles dismissed the thought with an enthusiastic wave of his hand. “I mean, sure, there are some not-so-nice people out there, but you seem like you’re in a tough spot, and I’d love to help! Besides, it’s not like I’m offering my whole fortune or anything, just enough to get you a warm meal and some decent supplies. That’s not too much, right?”

The prince leaned forward, his eyes sparkling with unfiltered sincerity. “Look, everyone deserves a little kindness, especially when they’ve been through as much as you clearly have. So, please don’t worry about it! It’s not generosity—it’s just being decent, you know?”

“Well, yeah. I’m pretty strong! Not to brag, but I’ve never lost a fight,” he told the other, like a liar. He’s lost a lot of fights. The thing is, he never took the losses, fighting again and again until he won. Needless to say, he was one heck of a sore loser.

His smug expression slowly melted into a hesitant look, though. It was hard to decline the other’s offer. The guy had the enthusiasm of a golden retriever, and declining his offer felt like kicking a puppy — which was odd. You’d think with the way the other was acting, that he’d be the one doing the other a favor by accepting his kindness, when it was obviously the other way around. “…A-alright,” he relented, glancing over to the side, “I was… kind of hungry, anyway.” No point in turning down a meal. Politeness won’t fill your stomach, after all. “But that’s about it. It’s not like I’m in a desperate situation or anything. I was gonna figure things out for myself either way.” He didn’t get why the other was so eager to help him out. His main guess would be that this was just the guy’s personality in general. It was a little worrying, honestly. “You’re a strange guy…”

(  a  mix  of  angst,  fluff,  and  plot  focused  dialogue  prompts  in  the  form  of  questions.  feel  free  to  change  how  you  seem  fit.  )

❛ what are you listening to? ❜

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

❛ how did you get this scar? ❜

❛ are you sure this is a good idea? ❜

❛ do you mind if i sleep here tonight? ❜

❛ what are you doing out here by yourself? ❜

❛ are you wearing my shirt? ❜

❛ don’t you know what you mean to me? ❜

❛ will i see you again? ❜

❛ are you comfortable? ❜

❛ are you trying to get us in trouble? ❜

❛ do you enjoy playing with people’s hearts? ❜

❛ don’t we deserve to be happy? ❜

❛ why can’t i come with you? ❜

❛ are you here to kill me? ❜

❛ you think i’m jealous? ❜

❛ do you want to share this? ❜

❛ is that blood? is it yours? ❜

❛ how do you know my name? ❜

❛ you’re an asshole, you know that? ❜

❛ like what you see? ❜

❛ was that your first kiss? ❜

❛ are you happy here with me? ❜

❛ sorry, did you want to be alone? ❜

❛ do you want my jacket? ❜

❛ how are you still alive? ❜

❛ you’re beautiful, you know that? ❜

❛ what are you so afraid of? ❜

❛ today isn’t your day, is it? ❜

❛ how does it feel to be in love? ❜

❛ you’ve been crying, what’s wrong? ❜

❛ do you remember when we first met? ❜

❛ isn’t this amazing? ❜

❛ did you miss me? ❜

❛ alright, who am i beating up? ❜

❛ that was a close call, wasn’t it? ❜

❛ am i worth so little to you? ❜

❛ how is it you’re never scared? ❜

❛ do you ever think about the future? ❜

❛ can you look at me? please? ❜

❛ you got me flowers? ❜

❛ well, how do i look? ❜

❛ what aren’t you telling me? ❜

❛ how about a kiss before i go? ❜

❛ you don’t know who i am, do you? ❜

❛ may i have this dance? ❜

❛ who’s going to stop us, huh? ❜

❛ wait, you’re leaving already? ❜

❛ it’s my fault, isn’t it? ❜

❛ have you ever lost someone? ❜

❛ do you think i’m a good person? ❜

❛ what are you thinking about? ❜

❛ is it really you? ❜

❛ what if i hurt you? ❜

❛ if you won’t take care of yourself, then who will? ❜

❛ have you come to laugh at me? ❜

"There are hearts on the box for a reason... And I thought I was clueless."

He takes a pocky stick anyway and nibbles on it. A free snack is always nice-- Even if he already got so many pocky. Demons love this kinda stuff too. Always handy when they were feeling snacky during demon negotiation.

“Food,” he told the other, “and I don’t pick fights. Usually it’s other people that pick fights with me for some reason. I just hate losing.” He’s spent most of his life training and traveling, after all. He absolutely refused to accept a loss. “I’m going to find a way to win against your magic thingy. There’s gotta be a loophole somewhere.”

For now, though, maybe he could give the other a break, especially since the pocky game he wanted to challenge the guy to was not what he initially thought it was. “What about you? Got anything in your head besides some existential crisis?”

"But the pocky game is played by sharing sticks between people, eating them on the opposite end and eventually leading into the middle. The first one to pull away before reaching the middle loses. Pocky are meant to be shared. And I'm sure as hell not playing the game with you... "

“Leading… to the middle? W-wouldn’t that be, uh…” A kiss? …Pocky is a kissing game? “...Hey, Uehara. You better not be pulling my leg here just to avoid a duel.” Scratching his head warily, he frowned at the pocky box in his hand. “So that’s what the advertisement meant by a ‘fiery, passionate match’… I mean, I did think it was weird that they had heart stickers on them,” he muttered, then shrugged it off, deciding to munch down on a stick instead, before holding the box out for the other to have some too.