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SHORT TALL SENTENCE STARTERS | ACCEPTING 

“      grrr.... “ Ohta growled. so annoying! who did he think he was to be showing off like that?! why, it made him just want to-

    without a moment spared for consideration the redhead drew his leg back and delivered a swift (but still fairly gentle) KICK to the back of Yuu’s leg. that would teach him no to tease the wrong guy! if that’s what he was doing? that’s certainly what it looked like from where he was standing... and just it case it didn’t:

   “      next time, I hope you do! and then I’m gonna laugh real hard in your face! “

//  He did laugh at his cute angry face, and he did kind of deserve the kick. Even though it didn’t hurt but he didn’t like to be kicked. Being Yuu, he would never let himself fall over from such a simple kick but it wasn’t like Ohta knew about that. His knee popped forward, carrying his momentum with him and his forehead slammed against the table’s edge in front of him. 

   “ Ouch, ouch... ” He knelt onto the ground, holding his forehead, only to find that there was a large crack running through the lenses of his glasses. “ Ah-- ”

♘- one Muse drops a bucket of ice water on the other, mistaking them for someone else 

She had been walking for awhile to her destination and she had no idea she was gonna have to deal with whatever it was that was about to happen. Before she had any say she felt water spill over her head. Amber’s body shivered at the feeling of cold water all over her body.

-> I WANT TO GET TO KNOW YOU GUYS SO MESSAGE ME YOUR NAME AND SOMETHING ABOUT YOU (♡)

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Honestly...The Kamikiri looked a mess. Hair all over the place, dark circles under his eyes and complexion pale. He had been out all night with one of his ‘friends’ and now the sun was coming up he was finally making his way home. Blankly he stares at the small screen above the double doors of the elevator in his apartment, watching the numbers tick down from ten slowly down to zero. When the doors slide open he’s pleasantly surprised to find it empty and he slowly drags himself inside. Resting his frame against one of the walls and poking a button that would take him to his floor.

It was going so well - That is till the doors start closing a hand thrusts itself forward stopping it from closing completely. The action is enough to give the hungover man a scare and he jump before nervously gawking at the figure who enters. Shit. In an attempt to make himself smaller he wraps his arms around himself but he can’t hide the smell of alcohol that wafts from his clothing.

first meeting interactions // accepting!