Huh. That so. An eyebrow perked up - she looked awful already. He didn’t even need to taste the blood splattered on the concrete around here just to determine that yes, it’s the girl’s blood, ghoul blood all right. Yet she hid her hands behind her back, as if it could change anything in front of those studious gold eyes.

     Said eyes ran a gaze over her, observing her carefully. Her words gave off the impression that she’s surrendering to how things are - but the way she acted - trying to put up a strong front, wasn’t she? (What for?) Toto, slightly intrigued, ambled to her side and his shoulders leaned back, a heel planted on the pavement, the other on the walls. Golden irises flicked to the top of her head,

        osamu’s the one who’s standing out in the BLISTERING cold when his brother asks him to practice with the dyed-blond in the park after school. in hand, he held a worn-down volleyball and his phone, where his twin isn’t responding to his texts at all. he has SEEN that triple dot bubble already.

        as he is tired and already knows that he’ll be SICK with a cold later this week, the brunet lets out a sigh and gets up off the wooden bench he was sitting on for quite a while now. although, his eyes are still glued to the phone and doesn’t realize the girl walking in front of him. he, unfortunately, crashes into her.

        ‘ oh--, ’ he blurts out, for usually he isn’t the one to be caught off-guard as much, ‘ i apologize. are you okay? ’

ofsmaragd said: ( the crow’s face also matches it perfectly like, I AM SO DONE WITH YOUR BULLSHIT )     

@ofsmaragd said: ( I’m dying because it sounds so true to them akdajskakjsa )

@ofsmaragd said: i’m suffering

just one corn chip. . .

one corn chip

one

corn