#recreatingthefuture

     His eyebrow lifted in suspicion the moment he met the man at the door. His age was impossible to guess, clothes befitting the image of a school boy in England with a face too soft to be taken as an adult. Aoi had even stood taller than him at the door, leaning against the frame as he came to collect him. Whatever his age, they all came for the same thing-- and he’d deliver it brilliantly.

     “Oya, oya.” His hand outstretched towards the brunette with a welcoming smile, a glint of amusement in his eyes. Behind him stood many chairs, tables and booths, decorated comfortably; the night was just beginning, which meant dozens of spaces were still left empty. “I’ll lead you to your seat tonight, and I’ll be your host. Kano Aoi, at your service.” He’d never understand the point in using a stage name; his name was pretty nice already.

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The person Mikado just bumped into didn’t look like he was from around here, but he’s decked in blue; could he be in a color gang? He shook the thought off, foreigners don’t normally know about the gangs around here - although, the person could have heard of a color gang from another source. Wait, he’s in all blue, is he in the blue squares? 

Send ✚ for one of my muse’s prized possessions.

Gendo Ikari’s glasses is definitely the most prized possession of Ayanami Rei (especially since she owns close to nothing). As explained earlier, she acquired them when Gendo saved Rei from the beserk eva, melting his glasses off his face and burning his hands in the process. Gendo got new glasses, but Rei decided to keep the old ones. 

Send me a ✿ and I’ll generate a number;17: rain kissrecreatingthefuture

EvenKakeru could have his down days despite the smile he always wore andthe positive outlook he had on life. Everyone had their difficultiesnow and again and the things that managed to make them feel sad. Forhim, this was one of those days. He taught kids, he saw them withtheir parents and the way that families always managed to spend timetogether and look so joyous.Sometimes, on days like this, he would look down at his age andrealize that not to far from now he would be turning thirtyand would more than likely still be teaching in the same classroomwith the same subjects. He never thought of himself as the commitmentkind of person with the way that he treated everyone, but that stilldidn't mean he didn't desire the same sort of thing that most peopledid.

Afamily, kids.

Mostthings that a person would read would have them saying late thirtiesand forties were to old to have a kid, to old to be starting afamily. It was no ones right to decide that of course butoccasionally it made him wonder if the whole biologicalalarm clockwas a real thing. Howold was to oldto actually have children? Or course that raised several morequestions. Didhe even want kids?Kakeru loved children, hetaught themobviously, but did he want to raise some of his own or was he simplystarting to feel a bitlonelythe older he got?

Hewas happy with his life there was no question about that, he had funin what he did and the way he did things, he lived everyday to it'sfullest. But he still felt like he wantedmoreevery time he saw saw the parents and their children together.

Thewhole entire time he had been sitting on the school steps the teacherhadn't noticed that it started to rain, quitehard,until the stranger had approached him.  As the mans umbrella tippedover him and cut shielded him from the rain Kakeru tilted his headback to look up to the man. He was quite gorgeous, actually a lot ofthe men Kakeru met in the city were gorgeous now that he thoughtabout it. This man seemed to stand out a bit though, there wasnothing extravagantabouthim, he seemed quite plain and ordinary, but he managed to make itwork. He managed to make himself look handsome.

Hedidn't know what compelled his next actions, he simply grabbed themans wrist that held the umbrella and made him toss it to the sidebefore tugging him down to his level. While one hand held thestrangers wrist in place the other one trailed his cold damp fingersacross his cheek to gently cup his face. Kakeru then leaned forwardand brushed his lips against the others. It was gentle, even a bithesitant but yet still demandingina way. His cold lips caressed the others, quivering a bit as the mansheat started to seep into Kakeru's and warm him up a bit.

± = What they think about math

It’s surprisingly not one of his favorite subjects but it is certainly a breeze to him. He excels in it and had received requests from his classmates, asking him if he could tutor them. His answer to those requests is pretty obvious, isn’t it?

† = How the character feels about murder

Answered!

♪ = What music the character likes

 ⇒ ☮ ⇔ ☠ ⇐     It wasn't long before Pit found himself in the library. He paused upon entering and debated walking backwards out of there, but he pressed forward instead just in case there was something interesting in the library.

 He walked along the bookcases, staring at the spines of each novel or encyclopedia he passed (it wasn't like he could tell the difference) and found no interest in the symbols on them. He found himself in a small section with low shelves, clearly meant for children.