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“Wah!! The ocean is bi~ig~! And... And...” The star child’s stubby arms wave about, standing on his tippy toes to try and see more of the horizon line of the ocean. His blue eyes sparkle with the same fervor of light dancing over the sea, and he looks from each side of the ocean to figure out his next words.

“And bluuuuue~!” That was a good word. Excitedly, Kirby looked over at his human companion, practically doing happy tippy-taps as he danced from side to side.

“Can... Can we go swimming?” He had  an inner tube, floaties and snorkel just for this purpose! Maybe they could see a coral reef? Or even just some little fishies would be good, too!

@romancemoon​​ sent: “what makes me so special?”

a meme I lost -- no longer accepting

    Honestly, the question took him off GUARD a little. 

    Niko usually wasn’t someone who was quick with compliments or exactly filled with PRETTY words, but he knew he was more distant than he often realized. Old walls and barriers that he hadn’t found the will or time to dismantle or knock down–even those closest to him usually weren’t let TOO far in. Some things he never wanted people to really know too well. The thought made him want to retreat, brush off the question with a shrug and a ‘I like you, is that not enough?’ Yet, he knew it was more than just that. 

    Virote had asked. 

    “...Well, I do not know what makes my time so special. Sometimes I feel I should be asking you that.” 

    Which was the truth of the matter–Niko felt like he was the odd one out in their relationship. He stuck out in Los Santos, not that he tried much to fit in. Felt it was too much of a LOST CAUSE. Yet, when Virote invited him to the sets, walked around the city with him, it became pretty apparent. Niko often didn’t really care what other people thought of him, but it was hard not to feel a little out of place. So, really Virote asking him as if Niko required that HE have some sort of special quality about him to be worthy of his time was…a little ODD. 

    Still, he let his previous statement linger for a moment as he thought before turning to glance back toward him. 

ferre writes about writing, a topic they avoid in prose ( rp / writing habits meme w/ @romancemoon )

14 was answered! so i'll do 13. Are you more comfortable writing in private or public spaces? Why or why not?

private spaces, specifically at home but that might just because i'm stuck there 4 now. i can write in both settings though- all i need is a laptop and headhphones for video game music. i will say though, i'm more comfortable with writing in a familiar space, so private spaces it is.

27. Are there any writing habits others may have that you find frustrating or exhausting?

this might be specifically an rp thing, but i do find it more difficult to respond to long threads that are purely just dialogue and physical action. i like writing about character interiority and i always make a point to try and include some kind of thought about my partner's muse in that interiority...so when my thread partner doesn't do that or specficially talks solely about their muse or only shallowly mentions my muse, i lose inspiration for the thread fast. it makes me feel like my character is just a prop for the other person and then i feel used...

@romancemoon​:  ❝I'm not sure if I like this world. It's more cruel than any other place I've ever been.❞ It was hard to admit that he was scared. Virote never did like being open about any sort of weakness, especially somewhere that he was powerless. ❝I'd like to go home. I'm just not sure how I'll get there. Thank you for letting me tag along, though.❞

            ❝   Quiet.  ❞   His voice commands with an arrogant hint, all the whilst an arm is outstretched to stop Virote from advancing any further.  To a normal man the village ahead seemed quaint,  although desolate without a single soul to greet them.  Shoddy rooftops with gnarled chimneys crowned poorly constructed houses,  leaving barely but livestock and shattered furniture to decorate what little seemed visible.

    hiroto was NOT in a good mood. he absolutely loathed traveling for business. not only was he forced to spend a long amount of time with his family, but he had to put on an image that he really cared about technology. his interests were not on that side of the family business. he barely even remembered the reason his family found themselves in california. something about working with a large american company on a new software his father had been working on. hiroto tagged along to meetings and played nice, but once the meetings were over it was a different story. 

   he carefully moved down the hallway of the hotel, slipping out of the front doors unnoticed by family or guards. he figured he would do his own RESEARCH while he was here in the evenings. what was life like in america?? for the gifted and the quirkless?? hiroto is briefly distracted by the ping of his phone, opening up a group message of students from his school, all inquiring about the trip and how it was going for him so far. his eyes rolled, fingers tapping away a response on the screen. that was until he collided with someone on the street. his eyes went wide as he watched his phone drop to the ground. eyes narrow as they scan up the stranger that he had walked into.