#culpatis

are you saying this is not the content to expect? darn

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@culpatis​

They seem really approachable and welcoming and their Futaba is really awesome!

@jedipadawan4589​

Always a very approachable and nice mun! Very articulate and they seem very intelligent and kind.

@goro-akedgy​

Really a great friend and a great Akechi - always a pleasure to interact with them or even just to see them on the dash.

@bloodsplatteredmoon​

   To be honest Gundham isn’t certain this is a good idea. He has made a point not to delve too much into Ann’s school or personal life. Their relationship was supposed to be strictly professional but he supposes he may have ruined that idea already. He doesn’t even know what she considers him to be at this point so him just turning up at her high school could be a problem. Oh well, he’ll just weather the consequences. He does have some important news for her that would be better if she got it in person.

   He strides up to the gates as the day ends, watching as the other students file out. Arms cross over his chest, crinkling the sleeves of his designer leather jacket. Already he can hear the whispered excitement of school girls noticing just who he his. He fights the urge to hunch and keeps himself composed, proud and arrogant even as his jaw clenches.

   This may have been a very bad idea. He does not want to get swamped by some fan girls right now. Eyes scan for an out, hoping to see Ann but instead his gaze falls on a girl who seems to be loitering. Perhaps she is waiting for someone as well. At least she doesn’t seem to be giving him sparkly eyes.

“Good afternoon, Futaba,”

Yusuke had been hanging around Leblanc for a while now, having initially had plans with Akira if he was up for the the visit. If not, then it was no bother to him. The artist enjoyed the atmosphere of the cafe enough, and Sojiro was typically kind enough to let him stick around so long as he didn’t cause a fuss.

“It would seem Akira is beginning to have an affinity for sleeping in just as you do,”

“This isn’t about paying attention,” He pointed out, slight annoyance in his tone.

Even so, he allows to give her own answer and explanation and a part of him genuinely wants to agree with much of what she says.  Adults never seem to pick up after themselves or fix their own mistakes - they just leave it in the hands of kids to deal with.  All his life, he’d felt like a janitor just cleaning up after messes left by adults.  But still...!

various starters

     “I do not think such a thing is possible. While the brain can process many things at once, it doesn’t necessarily process them as tabs in the same way that a computer would,” Yusuke responds far too seriously for something that’s clearly a joke, though ‘clearly’ hadn’t quite reached Yusuke. It takes him a handful of moments and Futaba’s intense look for it to dawn upon him that she hadn’t meant it so literally.

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”Mannn oh man! Now see? This is what the late nights be all about! Just check the peach on out!”

Words couldn’t describe the hot-blooded excitement that could be derived from such late night acts! Privacy was paramount, an empty home and the emptiest room save for himself and the golden device better known as a cell phone within his hand. Right now matter definitely scaled over mind as provocative images were splayed upon the front of his touch screen in all times of fashion. Those delectable curves that could put the moon itself to shame, even the finest statues made by man kind could hope to compare! Just what did this happen to be?

...

Butts.

Clad in all sorts of swimsuit attire, shape and appearance that made him either go slack jawed or some clumsy awed breath taken. Before the next tap upon the button could be made upon the virtual screen, the sole gateway between him and more risque content, a ringtone jolted from his phone so suddenly that it nearly made him thrash out of his bed! Normally this wouldn’t be an issue, something to laugh off, ignore and just continue on with talking at a later date. (At least some hours later!) But no, ooooh no. This wasn’t anyone.

It was someone who held such a master over technology that only the devilishly high levels security could keep them safe.

There’s no way, there couldn’t be any damn way! Why would she be ringing him up at this exact time!? Her dog is missing? (She doesn’t have one!) Maybe she’s too lazy to buy a bag of chips? (Actually plausible!) That Futaba styled icon held the inevitably truth of what snared her unique brand of attention. The only thing he could do...

Was just press the damn button.

It hadn’t even been five seconds and he already wished he hadn’t pressed the button. Sheer panic coursed through his veins as hesitation at this point was deadly. Too damn deadly! He needs to appease her!

Damn it he can already feel a nervous sweat coming!

[Txt]: WHOA WHOA HOLD THE PHONE LITERALLY HOLD THE PHONE

[Txt]: YOU CAN SEE WHAT’S GOING ON MY PHONE THAT-- AND GOD OH MY EFFING GOD WAIT YOU-

[Txt]: AND ALL OF

[Txt]: ...........

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”See? I told ya it wasn’t like some big spiky death trap on up there! I uh.. well actually, I never had an idea as to why it effin’ likes to get that way.”

Her demands to find out a secret that eludes even him wound up getting his interest back into it. The hair might as well take after that rebellious spirit in it’s own right and happily defy gravity in the way those spiky tresses enjoyed standing out. Did this require such an indepth inspection on the other hand was Ryuji’s question as he remains positioned at one Leblanc’s seats alongside of her. It left him at the perfect position to be a focal point of her curiosity as she pressed into the investigation. The type of investigation that had his head constantly nudging.

It was all due to those curious fingers currently roaming at his bleach blond locks. If it wasn’t the constant tugs as she invested those spikes in particular, this wouldn’t be half bad. Instead he’s settled in a crossed arm position with one of the straightest faces a guy could muster under this pressure. “But were you for real when ya made an anime character mention? C’mon, your hair would actually have a better shot at that then mines here with that color!!” He gripes, by no means shy to express himself before he feels those curious tugs dissolve into more careful brushes. ...Wait. Wasn’t this almost like she was petting him!?

”O-- oi. Isn’t this starting to be a little like you’re treating me like a dog here? What’s next you’re about to tell me to go fetch something?” He spouts, making sure to shoot quite the questionable gaze in her direction.

He wants those answers Futaba!