#fahmi

Fahmi: (post photo of Zahrin to Reza)

Fahmi: Uncle, Rin ada dengan kami lepak

Reza: Noted. Nanti Fahmi hantar dia balik rumah ya? Jangan lewat sangat balik

Fahmi: Boleh, tapi kenapa uncle tak ambik Rin je?

Reza: Ada la, rahsia

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Reza: (post a selfie of him and his husbands with his brother to Zahrin)

Zahrin: (spamming call to Reza)

Megat: (pulling Reza by his shoulder as he answers the phone and puts it on the loud speaker)

Zahrin: Mama tak cakap pun nak lepak dengan Pak Cik Kahar! Zahrin nak ikut...!

Megat: Eh, ni orang tua punya lepak. Budak kecik mana boleh ikut

Zahrin: PAPA

Li: Tadi siapa yang beria nak dating? Bukan Rin ke?

Zahrin: TSK, MAMAAA

Ayam/Azam

Jay Tan

Zahrin (Zahrin is better with this style, the hat just don't work for moi)

Prakash

(Yeah Prakash and Zahrin ended up way too close to each other, I give up on trying to edit their bits cause it keeps making Zahrin have an afro and Prakash a weird double chin)

Fahmi

Amirr (the more I stare at his hair in the pics online, the more I want to label it as Frankenstein Chic)

Fahmi (1900) by Adham Wanly

Coffee Talk, Afterlove EP Creator Mohammad Fahmi Passes Away

It’s with a heavy heart that we must report that Mohammad Fahmi, the creator of the beloved barista visual novel coffee talk and a notable figure in the Indonesian game development scene, passed away over the weekend. He was 32 years old. Because of death has not been specified at this time. The news was confirmed on Twitter through Fahmi’s account, where a few days ago he posted a video of his…

Aymeric de Borel is an upstanding man. He is firm in his beliefs and strong of will, a good role model for young knights and lordlings. He is also staring—rather openly, Estinien would like to add—at the Warrior of Light’s chest.

To his benefit, it is not at all common within Ishgard to see more than an ankle or wrist. This is far beyond that. This is… nearly indecent.

Aymeric nods along with the briefing and appears otherwise engaged. If you ignore how his eyes are glued to an expanse of lily-white skin, it would be no different from the usual. However, Lucia and Estinien have no reason to let Aymeric get away with his less than polite ogling.

He clears his throat, asking not at all quietly, “Is aught amiss, Lord Commander?”

Aymeric smiles in a way that reminds Estinien of a knife in the dark. “Not at all.”