#clersense

                    “        HMM   ...   WHICH  OF  THESE    WOULD  YOU  SAY  is  more   my  color  ?      ”     &  with  deft,  lithesome  fingers,  he  lifts  two  suit  jackets  to  show  her,  one  a  GLOSSY,  DEEP  PURPLE        /         one  a   MATTE,  COOL  COBALT,  otherwise  no  different,  stylistically  speaking.         “          i  can’t  decide,  but  i  really  need  to  schedule  a  fitting  soon   ...         ”

 “  i  swear,  ‘  m  not  staring.  well,  i  guess  i  kind  of  am.  sorry.  it’s  just...  somethin  ‘  s  odd,  “  she  couldn’t  place  her  finger  on  it.  instead,  she  was  left  with  an  uncomfortable  ambiguous  hunch  and  a  stranger  being  gawked  at. 

        ‘ a- achoo! ‘

        he sneezes once, twice, into his short black sleeve. at that point, osamu already KNOWS he’s down with a COLD. darn the sudden weather change. his nose is RED from rubbing it as he sniffs. he holds a volleyball slightly above his head for he is above to serve it. but, the brunet can’t direct his attention onto it at all; he’s got a runny nose.

        osamu is at a place where the volleyball courts are usually always empty, making it nice and QUIET like most of the competitive matches inarizaki attends. no else here besides the ball and his irritatingly sick self. the second-year takes a moment before he tosses the ball into the air and by then, he counts every second he took before throwing the ball in the air and how long it takes him to have his hand make contact with the ball. although, he’s distracted by being sick and the white sphere dives STRAIGHT into the net before it bounces onto onto the floor.

        the brunet sighs and wipes the beads of sweat forming at his forehead with a towel he brought along with him. thing is, him being all TIRED and preoccupied with such scenarios, osamu doesn’t hear the creak of the door opening and shutting at all.

too bad

dohoshu replied to your post i want kinji to be a dad.

the poor offspring

clersense replied to your post i want kinji to be a dad.

give him a kid

museriants replied to your post i want kinji to be a dad.

what if he eats the baby

kick their door down & demand an alliance

New blooms within the fresh garden, so ready so willing to become soft meat that would make the blades of grass rise from the tired soil. The tiling of new soil brings back at the memories of past seasons, the smell of a rain mixed with iron pomegranates. 

                    ❝ Name yourself a month  &  forget those that do not walk the same days as you.   ❞