#koriningyou

It's his third year here and still it was weird being out of the woods. Not metaphorically. Literally. This college town was so much more built up than where he came from. Probably a dump for some of the other, more affluent people he went to school with, but for him, it was a city... And it hadn't exactly been kind to him.

Early morning painting, and finishing assignments after all-night ragers sure could dampen a guy’s mood. And even now, holding the beer in his so-called friends' packed dorm suite, he's wondering why the fuck he even came. There's a part of him that just wants to go, but then he'll get shit from his so-called friends for not being able to hang... And if they gave him shit, he would give them shit back in the only way he knew how: his fists. And then the party would be ruined and they'd all get kicked out.

Wouldn't have been the first time. Probably wouldn't be the last. Yet they still kept invitin’ him.

Carter's on his fifth beer by the time he’s heard the last off-color joke he’s willing to stand. The tension building between his brows is radiating to everyone around him, and he's self aware enough (despite being a little buzzed) that this is going to go nowhere good fast. He needs to chill.

Time to find A.

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Hughes: Right hand red.

Rory: *ends up on top of Havoc*

Havoc: You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?

“I’m not begging.”

Kisumi insisted yet the tone in his voice said otherwise. He didn’t really care if it made him look pathetic, he would do what needed to be done, whatever the means. “My keys got locked in my car, my cell is dead. Can’t you help a guy out?” All the events stated above of course was his own doing, no one to blame except for himself and the terrible decisions he had made today.

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pinned (Sasaki-> miyano♡)

He had been dreading this day just as much as Sasaki probably had. It was Graduation for Sasaki and he must say that he was feeling rather conflicted with his emotions. Apart of him being happy for his boyfriend, but the other part of him dreading the fact that he was going to be going to another school now. It felt like the two of them hadn't even been dating that long and now they had this dilemma to deal with. It was safe to say he had been spacing out most of the day, as much as he had been trying to be happy for Sasaki. He should be happy for him. (And he was- to a degree.)

However, Miyano was able to at least cheer for Sasaki when he went up on stage to get his diploma. Now that the ceremony was over, he hadn't expected to be pushed back up against the school wall. His cheeks turning pink as he noticed Sasaki hovering over him. "Huh? S-Sasaki, what are you doing?" Though he made no effort to move away since he was quite fond of this position. He was just feeling nervous. Even now, he still got nervous around Sasaki.

BB:: "Oh gross.🙄" (((he means well lololol )))

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It's dark. There's a salty, sulfuric smell that rises from the bog tonight and an unsettling fog rolls in from the sea. Deep within the heart of the bog... plays a tune. A sweet tune accompanied by the sharp sound of scraping metal... and the gentle choir of crickets and toads.

The tune is a haunting melody, every note dancing in the air through echos that bounce off the trees and shrubbery, while the sharp sound of iron crossing iron slices it in twine. There's a figure in the dark, thin and lithe without even so much as a membrane of flesh to cover her pearly white bones that fell outside of her midnight blue dress. The bones that carry a long history of fractures and scars.

A stone glides along the edge of a blade; a sharpener. Then the blade is brought to her skeletal face, cyan lights traveling across the craftsmanship and scrutinizing its edge for inspection... and the blade is quickly thrown into the trunk of a tree, piercing it effortlessly.

"Perfection.~" Comes the honeyed coo from the skeletal maiden. And with a controlled pull on the blade's chain connected to the handle, it retreats back into her hand, and tucked away into her cloak. She rises to her clawed feet, and fishes out something else from her cloak... A Wanted paper, with its reward offerings tucked just below the image of a disheveled person.

A list of casual yet intimate interactions

Sometimes, Shino appreciates the wind blowing through his hair and keeps his hood down. Sometimes, he regrets doing so... Because he is not ashamed to have his insects crawl around in his hair, but people seem to think this is disgusting. They don't understand, obviously, and it's annoying.

So, when this stranger ordered him to hold still as he reached to grab something from his hair, Shino's immediate reaction was to stare blankly at the other guy... Then his thoughts went to his precious insects and by reflex, he quickly grabbed the guy's wrist.

"Dude."