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SHE   FINDS   IT            ridiculous   :   ‘   movement   therapy   ’   ,   they   say   .   (   she   says   nothing   ;   hasn’t   said   anything   for   months   .   )   built   &   bred   &   broken   for   movement   ,   only   ———   if   she   cannot   do   so   autonomously   ,   then   she   does   not   deserve   to   live   .   ———   nor   to   look   at   him   . . .   so   ,   she   avoids   it   ,   and   avoids   him   ,   so   as   not   to   sample   the   work   she’s   made   of   his   face   .   though   she’s   stilted   and   stiff   ,   the   moment   she   sights   fuyuhiko   kuzuryuu   at   all   ,   the   shell   of   peko   pekoyama   hastens   to   leave   .

Another RP Questions For The Mun ( List !! )

19. ♡ Honestly, I really am looking forward to as many threads I can write with Sonia as an Ultimate Despair. Considering the fact that she went back to Novoselic, killed her family & crowned herself Queen of a Kingdom that was led to destruction by her own self, I consider that something really ?? fascinating, in a way ?? like… wtf. I want to write all that !! The girl literally turned into a maniac who would reach limits to see things through. Imagine all the things she might’ve done !! Even to her colleagues? Knowing that she doesn’t care for the fact she’s no longer a virgin, she most definitely tried to get in their pants in order to receive their help or to have them work for her, I have no doubts in there. If she is able to do THAT, now imagine the rest… lmao. She’s a fucking BEAST when in “despair mode”.

“ a - ah  ...         and  a  liar ,          too  ... ”             what  more  to  expect  from  such  a  filthy  mouth        ( must  be ,          to  touch  her , )        that  deals  as  callously  as  it  speaks       ——      though  she’d  rather  he  show  her  no  sort  of  kindness .        his  grip  not  tight  enough  to  hurt  her      ——      therefore ,         not  enough      ——      but  his  tongue  knowing  precisely  where  she’s  weak  &  needy   &  wanting      ——       is  a  positively  religious  experience .         and  she  should  be  chastising  herself  good  and  hard  and  merciless  for  letting  anyone  other  than  her  byakuya - sama  touch  her  ...        oh  well .        as  long  as  he  doesn’t  go  easy  on  her .        “ if  y - you’re  going  to      ——      absolutely  destroy  me  ...        i  won’t  protest  ... ”        let’s  be  honest  with  ourselves ,        here :        she  has  him  completely  leg - locked .         there’s  not  a  lot  she  isn’t  completely  willing  to  do .

【 ⚫ 𝑘𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑘𝑖𝑦𝑜. ⚫ 】 ———-

❝ i must say, you have    piqued    my interest. would you allow me to analyze your thoughts for a while ? ❞

   Gundham sits at his desk, booted feet on top of the table and leaning back in his chair. A small pile of perfectly square paper sheets sits next to his boots while the Devas are situated around him. Jum-P stays asleep nestled on a shoulder. Cham-P seems quite happy perched on a knee while San-D and Mega-Z play with a sheet of paper. Gundham himself holds one of those sheets, folding it in his deft fingers, although a rather bored expression as settled on his harsh features.

   After a few moments he stops folding and holds up the finished result. It is in the shape of a bunny rabbit, complete with a tiny tail. Despite how well done its little folds are the breeder frowns, an irritated low grumble rising in his throat. Looks like he zoned out again and just kept folding. Their teacher isn’t looking for bunny rabbit shapes. She said they needed flowers.

   There is a deep sigh and he leans forwards, placing the rabbit on the table. San-D and Maga-Z move over to inspect the new rabbit that has been added to the others on his table. This one gets attacked by Maga-Z, causing the breeder to chuckle as he accepts another sheet from Cham-P.

kou let out a sigh of abject boredom. this seminar they were going through was supposed to help them with their first year at hope’s peak, but suffering through it was a nightmare. kou already knew everything they needed to know-- so they got up and left abruptly, back prickling as the other students stared at them.

they let the door shut behind them with a careless “bang”. they took another few steps and turned the corner... only to run right into somebody roughly their size, only a little bit bigger.

               TIRED     CODE     tends    to    stutter    in    its     pauses    as    the    game     in    her    hands     pumps    it’s   8-bit    beat    through    small    speakers.     She’s    dozed    off    again,    it    seems,    which    is    quite    customary    from    what    she    can    tell.    Artificial    mind    wonders    --    was    her    father     like    this,    too?    Always    so    tired    from    late    nights    of    coding?    He    must    have    worked    quite    hard...    A    pity,   indeed,    that    she     would    not    be    able    to    meet   him,   as    he    expired    far    before    his    time.     Killing    games    were    all    the    same.    Cyclical.

                It     isn’t    until    seconds    later    when    commanding    voice    strikes    the    air    that    she    snaps    out    of    her    sleep,    drowsy    eyes    looking    around.    Almost    TOO    real    in    an    unreal    place.    She    was    a   part    of    the    code    as    much    as    the    ground    and    the    trees...     Yet,    they   all    seemed    REAL.     SHE    seemed    real.     Finally,   she    speaks.

                                  “...What    was    that    you    said?    Sorry...    I    dozed    off.”