Nov 19, 2014
" --I need some new shoes. "
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" --I need some new shoes. "
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Peeking her head out from the front door, the android noticed an unfamiliar face walking around. Who was that? "He---llo." Choppy words came from her pale lips, said in a monotonous tone and sounding robotic. "Wh---at are you doin---g here?"
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Has entered the music room~..
『⊱☆⊰』Well this was getting annoying. More and more people were always coming into the music room when the young musician was practicing. "Hello.. I'll just be a few more minutes. Sorry about that." Syoku said as she went back to playing her violin.
cooking-yata said: did you just-
a L W A Y S
OTP: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) x Bukkake
YOU NEED TO GO REEVALUATE YOUR LIFE CHOICES OMFG
How many kids?: There are many. This is their family picture: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡o ͜ʖ ͡o) ( ͡O ͜ʖ ͡O) ( ͡° ͜ʖ͡°) ( ͡o ͜ʖ͡o) ( ͡O ͜ʖ͡O) (͡°ヮ ͡°) (͡oヮ ͡o) (͡Oヮ ͡O)
Who’s the strict one?: Bukkake
Who lets them get away with everything?: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Was either one reluctant to be a parent?: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Family Traditions?: Once a year, the whole family goes around the neighborhood and stare at people before offering cookies. LOL IDK on this one
Any requirements of the kids? (bring honor to the family, get married and have lots of kids, etc): They must bring honor and at least bukkake once.
Overall parenting style: Authoritative…in which they allow some things and talk other things out with their children. But they generally have fun times.
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have you twerked to that gas pedal song yet
♔ ; ❝ ＯＵＴ ＯＦ ＷＯＲＬＤＳ ❞
for a second i thought you were talking about gasolina by daddy yankee but then i realized nOPE AND NOPE I HAVEN’T BUT YOU BET YOUR SWEET CHEEKS THESE CHEEKS ARE GONNA BE BOP BOP BOPPING TO IT NOW
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FUCK HOW DID YOU KNOW
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LSKDJFOSIADFJ FRICKLE FRACKLE
BECAUSE THIS IS SHUU AND I'M PRETTY SURE I KNOW THAT FACE BY NOW. freaking frickle frackle omfg
better me than you ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Better Me Than You: My muse sacrifices their life for your's.
Kuromu was happy, carefree, and actually starting to feel comfortable in his own skin. It was all thanks to Yata’s tender care and guidance; really. He took the blond’s shell and tore it open; refusing to let him cover himself up again. The other wanted Kuromu to be happy; and Yata managed just that.
A soft kiss marked them waiting for the crosswalk; and the second it turned white they started to walk. Kuromu saw something on the other side of the street; and started skipping ahead.
"Hurry up, Yata-dono!"
-dono. A mark of extreme affection and love. Used usually for newlyweds. They had never gotten that far… Yet. Yata smiled and started to walk a little faster.
But he never expected to see a car speeding towards Kuromu’s way. It revved up instead of braking; and came close to hitting the boy. Yata thought without repurcussions; pushing his beloved out of the way. His body met the car’s, and he swore he felt cut in half.
"Yata!!" A cry.
Who’s voice was that? Yata couldn’t place it for a minute. Everything was fuzzy. Blond hair swirled above him, the feeling of wet tears falling on his face.
"Y-Yata..." The voice of an angel.
How corny was that. But Yata managed to raise a battered arm; touching Kuromu’s cheek with cold, almost lifeless fingers.
What he had left was fading fast.
"A-Angel... I-I love you..."
Angel. The old nickname for him. The second those words slipped from his mouth; his arm fell, never to move again.
Just like the rest of him.
A pitiful scream came from the blond, crying for help through thick tears and sobs. How pitiful was he; clutching the body of his dead love, screaming for him to come back.
Kuromu was never the same again.