Nov 26, 2017
‘ i know i’m not someone whose opinion matters but are you... using that color on purpose ? ‘
he shouldn’t be hovering over the artist’s shoulder either yet there he was.
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‘ i know i’m not someone whose opinion matters but are you... using that color on purpose ? ‘
he shouldn’t be hovering over the artist’s shoulder either yet there he was.
@herfoxy
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FUCK THAT HAPPENED I HAD A FEELING BUT DAMN MY...
it was tagged psychological horror for a reason tho
*INCOHERENT NOISES* all i knew was people said it’s fucked up lmao I wen’t in completely blind aside from SOMETHING happens
“It’s alright, the cut isn’t that deep.” :')
Akira pouted, trying not to flinch as Yusuke carefully examined the slice across his palm. He’d zoned out while trying to cook lunch for them both and ended up accidentally cutting into the side of his hand instead of the carrots. The amount of blood that had welled up out of the wound was what initially panicked the two teens. “Do you think it’ll need stitches?” He chewed his lip, really hoping the answer would be ‘no’. Akira hated stitches, but at least Takemi would be likely to do them for him, rather then going to a hospital. @herfoxy
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“Yusuke-kun?” How odd that on a chance outing she would run into their resident artist, taking refuge from the rain near the station. Haru pauses next to him, watching his eyes survey the masses as they rushed about their busy lives. She follows his gaze, noting that she rarely actually people watched and it was sort of fascinating to see the myriad of colors, fashion styles, looks. No two person alike.
“Do you...end up here often?” Haru smiles, trying to steal his attention away from whatever had captivated him so. “I was thinking of stopping off someplace for dinner, if you would like to accompany me. My treat, of course.”
“That is, if you are not opposed to my company.”