@hxneylemon

I do would like to get back into RPing on here too, though I will probably be a bit more selective than I used to be. Because otherwise it will just feel like a chore all over again and I’ll quickly lose any motivation I ever had.

For the people I @’ed down here. I still have some of our olds threads in my drafts and I was wondering if you guys would like me to reply to them or just delete them, so we can start fresh with new threads?

@hirohamafuckingdone

@dragonsgal0re

@undeterredbyreality

@hxneylemon

@selflessbrother 

@mxchineking

@merryclaus

It’s been four years since Angela set foot on the grounds of SFIT. In that time, one of the main buildings burned down, and one of the professors was arrested in connection with a high tech assault on one of Krei’s holdings.

But this is still her alma mater, and she can’t help but feel a certain connection to the grounds, even when she’s working in Tokyo. So she’s come back, to see what’s happened to the place she got her degree.

She stops by the memorial outside the auditorium and lays a bouquet of flowers on the stone bearing the names of those presumed missing or dead.

As she kneels in contemplation, she sees a shadow fall over her and slowly rises to greet the other student. As she does, a smile comes back to her face. 

          If there was one thing Tadashi desperately           needed to truly work on, it was his sleeping           schedule. Working on this healthcare robot           had truly fucked it up, and he was sure that           he needed to see a doctor today, consider-           ing how much coffee and energy drinks he           had consumed in that time period. He is cur-           rently curled up in his swivel chair--albeit un-           comfortably--and snoozing away. Yeah, stay-           ing up until 4 o’clock in the morning just to do           some more coding isn’t a good idea after all..           he should really get some help, maybe by a           therapist or something.

          He’s about to adjust his position when he sud-           denly feels two pairs of lips against his own...           well, neither Wasabi, GoGo, or Hiro would ever           do that... maybe it’s Fred, playing another joke           on him... but maybe, just maybe, it’s Honey, and           that he welcomes greatly. Slowly, he opens his           tired eyes, blinking the sleep from them and rub-           bing at them vigorously.

            ❝Well... nice way to wake someone up, huh?❞

“Ooo! That looks soo good!” Wheezie being a messy and wild kinda girl had always ate bad. That’s just her nature. She eats good sometimes but given the opportunity for candy she’ll take it. Lowering her head to the plastic container that held said brownies taking a smell of it. “Wowie! I never had a brownie before. They smell like chocolate!” She exclaimed. She’s actually gonna risk it.

“Mind if I have one?” She cautiously raised her hand up as if to take one; however she awaited Honeys permission to take the brownie. 

So cute.

That was all Hiro could think as he continued to brush his fingers through her hair. He was a little surprised when he first saw it. He’d only ever known Honey with long flowing hair, but this was such a big change. He almost didn’t recognize her!

Hiro ran from the parking lot into the dojo where his daughter’s belt test and ceremony was taking place. He had been caught up in work, a meeting that took longer than he planned, which definitely got on his nerves. He should have been here long ago!