#aimerfonce

Ugh.

How excessive. How could one ever think that it’s proper to act such as that, especially when one’s actions are just as gaudy and unnecessary as those he rebels against?

Besides, bodies aren’t meant to be flaunted like that, they’re meant to be lived in, regardless of how someone looks. Being a quality specimen of fitness and of conventional attractiveness is beside the point.

Ugh, did he catch me looking at him? I hope not.

Please don’t come shimmering over here.

{{ i can help with the transparency at least! i’m not too bad at it!

{{ i can maybe be of assistance w/ photoshop ;v;

ooc: i recently got cs6 and I'm staring at it like a fish like what do I do here even the tutorials are like alien-speak to me and all I want to do is make the background transparent on images without them looking like disasters ksdjh

{{ ooooohhhh loving the header!!! aaa

From Ryuko's spot in the garden, Kiryuin manor towered over her like a radiant behemoth in the night, all of its lights ablaze and streaming into the darkened courtyard. The cool air felt good on the bare skin of Ryuko's arms, a contrast to the almost uncomfortable, simmering heat that had settled on her cheeks and in her throat. She sat on a bench facing the mansion, music and the din of the raucous party taking place inside drifting around her and out onto the grounds. A glass of half-finished wine, the third offered by Satsuki, sat in her hand as she closed her eyes, a soft, crooked smile spreading across her face.

"Y'know, you frustrate the shit out of me," Ryuko hissed down to the lapel of her seifuku, pulling the hood of her jacket over her head as she slipped into the shadows of Honnouji Academy. It was one thing to be so exposed when they were synchronized - hell, she even accepted the fact that he needed to feed on her blood to even function. That was all fine and well, but when Senketsu began bugging her about her BMI or whatever the hell other physiological change he could sense in her...

Well, it had a tendency to drive her up the fucking wall.

So do you. I don't do this because it's enjoyable, it's my nature to want to keep you healthy and safe, Senketsu returned crossly, very nearly huffing himself. She had been eating too many croquettes, and he could feel his fibers stretching somewhat to compensate for the extra padding around her waist line.

"Jesus fucking Christ, man, you know how hard it is to come by good food when you're hopping all over Japan going from school to school getting kicked out all the damn time," the youth bit out, turning a corner onto the increasingly familiar path to her homeroom teacher/Nudist Beach connect, Aikuro Mikisugi. If anything, he was proving to be as irritating as the Kamui she bore - but she had to do what she had to do to get shit done.

Regardless, you should be more careful with what you put into your body - and what you do with it. It's the only one you'll ever have, the Kamui chided, prompting a groan of frustration from his host - a clue that she saw the wisdom in what he had said and was momentarily struck at a loss for words as a result.

"It's my body, fuck, Senketsu! Live fast, die young, that's my motto, so hop off my motherfucking d- Oh, shit, I think that's it," Ryuko finished, speaking mostly to herself at that point. Had to be. Tall-ass apartment building overlooking the Academy proper. Shoving her heads into her pockets, she went up the stairs to the complex swiftly, opening the door to begin hiking up the stairs.

At the very least, it wasn't difficult; years of fighting had made her more or less fit, as well as the fibers that artificially strengthened her - unbeknownst to her at the time, thankfully. Taking stairs two at a time, she finally reached the nudist's apartment door.

At the very least, try to be polite. He cares about you.

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