#chujitsuuna

Another session of filming had wrapped up, and here sat one Shotarou Kaneda, phone in hand and glad to be free of the hustle-bustle of it all. A decision loomed over him now, about what to do in order to sate the hunger that a day’s work had built up. Before all that could even be thought about, there was the familiar face that caught his eye.

“Pekoyama-san? Is that you? I wasn’t expecting to see you here. I don’t usually see you around after classes. How are you doing?”

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my opinion on;

character in general: peko dear, peko darling. She’s so wonderful and I love her lots. how they play them: haven’t read too much actually of your roleplays but I like what I see!the mun: just started talking today and youre a filthy meme like me in the farquaad star squad. Also let me say you were one of the first blogs I saw and I was really intimidated and when you followed me i screeched

do i;

follow them: yesrp with them: no!want to rp with them: DEFO LATERship their character with mine: not particularly, i don’t see how it could happen? 

what is my;

overall opinion: youre a great peko and coolio 8]

*heavy breathing*

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“Tch.”

The Kuzuryuu sighed, looking up at the bag of fried dough cookies on the top shelf of the isle.

He had to even take time out of his day to come up with an excuse on what he even needed from the store, sounding rather suspicious when he said he just needed a toothbrush when each cottage came equipped with 4 extra ones in the mirror cabinet in each bathroom.

He was probably even raising even more suspicion upon himself for being the next person found guilty. Especially with a history of leading a gang and appearing to have no care for the lives of anyone else on the island.

But they were somehow worth it. After all, if he didn’t have his sweets every now and then, he got crankier than ever. And if they thought a crankier Fuyuhiko wasn’t possible, they had another thing coming.

He liked to call it a withdraw, not specifying what he was even being withdrawn from. It made him feel a little less like a spoiled child that would throw a tantrum if he didn’t get sweets and more like a grown man who had just finished a pack of cigs a week ago and still hasn’t bought another.

The petite gangster reached his hand up, standing on his toes to try to knock it off the shelf, at least.

After that failed, he then tried jumping up to get them. Now feeling a bit ridiculous and rather embarrassed, he let out a sigh of defeat.

No, he wasn’t done yet. He wasn’t going to let his height win this time. He just needed a rod of some sort to knock it down with. The boy turned around to begin his search, only to find that his hitman had been standing behind him. Yellow-Green eyes met with a piercing red stare.

He let out a tiny yelp of surprise. She always knew how to creep up on him. Quietness was just another perk of being a hitman, he supposed. After a lifetime together, he thought he’d be used to her still-as-stone jumpscares, but apparently not. After he caught his wits, he quickly realized something.

She had been standing there the whole time, hadn’t she?

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Delicate fingers repetitively tapped the wooden table as red eyes gazed at the blue sky outside the almost empty classroom. It was uncommon to find the gambler in detention, despite her illegal income. Even then, what angered the authority wasn’t even her doing. What Ishimaru saw was her standing in front of a graffitied locker with a spray can near her feet. Her assumption that the hall monitor knew her enough to realize such action was too barbaric for the black-haired girl was wrong.

A sigh surged from her as her eyes dashed to the other side of the room, settling on the other female in the room. A spark of curiosity ignited.