#8d!

for every  ‘ ?? ‘   i receive, i’ll share one random fact about myself, the mun!

x 10 !!!

what if i cant think of that many things lmao

i will try

when i was little, if i got too hot during the summer i would take a handful of water and snort it up. idk why or why i thought it would help but i still have the impulse even now lol

i've had crushes on / fallen in love with a lot of other roleplayers over the years but i'm always too chickenshit to admit how i feel rip

im double jointed in my fingers

i get extremely nervous when my car has to idle and therefore i won't go through drive thrus

i had a weird fear that one day i will find a body on the side of the highway

i was in a parade once but they had only shown me the dance moves i was supposed to do through town like twice so i forgot the dance and they stuck me in back of the parade and made me hold everyones shit and i got mad and gave everyones shit away bc i didnt wanna be everyones mule

i have a wishlist on wish labeled ' jace ' and its just full of things im gonna eventually buy to cosplay jace ( aka a lot of leather )

ive never had a boyfriend or girlfriend & in part its bc i have no social skills & honestly cant tell when im being flirted with rip

as a kid my family sometimes called me jason 8/

batter: |:Ь

bad batter: V8Ь

It is honestly not all that bad, Kisumi believes. He has been knocked on the head by a basketball before on several occasions and while most of those times had left him dazed and woozy for a couple of minutes, he’s still here standing on his own two feet as lively as ever. Perhaps he shouldn’t have chatted his mom’s ear off at the phone earlier or she wouldn’t have insisted him on getting his head checked just in case.

In her defense, he got hit three times today but that is due to his own recklessness of having his head in the clouds. Plus, his right wrist has been acting up these days so maybe he should also have that checked up while he’s here.

Just for how long does he ought to wait in the clinic though? Bellevue’s clinic is small and packed and the scent of rubbing alcohol clings to the air like a woman’s perfume. It’s nauseating. At long last, he hears his name being called out and the pink-haired athlete leaps up to his feet almost too eagerly. He trails after the nurse who leads him to another room and as he steps into his supposed destination, he catches sight of the man who will most likely tend to his concern. The man appears to be strappingly robust in stature and has a an unapproachable frown etched on his lips-- or maybe he just naturally comes out that way?