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that one hol up meme but it's ryuji

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The sight of a blonde-haired male crouching in the mouth of an alleyway, illuminated by the moon’s pale light filtering in through the gaps in the buildings, drew Akira’s attention as he crested the stairway leading out of the train station. Although it wasn’t entirely unusual to see people loitering around the alleys, particularly as the night stretched on, the guy’s posture and something in his voice which carried across the street grasped at Akira’s sense of curiosity. Shifting the school bag that rested on his shoulder out of his way, he drew closer, close enough that his ears were able to pick up another sound.

The soft “mew” of a cat.

A sense of understanding crept in and, as he came to stand next to the blonde male, he saw what exactly he was looking at. There, in the dark space between the dumpster and wall, the flash of yellow eyes revealed the cat’s location. The blonde looked to be coaxing the cat out of that hiding spot… or at least trying to, but those fearful yellow eyes harbored no desire to leave.

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Going out at night was always hit or miss these days, but their strange affliction had done little to dissuade his brothers from their nightly jaunts. Of course, it wasn’t like he didn’t enjoy it. He liked spending time with his brothers, even if he was terrible at basketball. Parkour on the other hand was something all four of them excelled at, perhaps in part due to the training they’d been through. There was nothing more fun for them than racing across rooftops and leaping to the next one.

Still, they did their best to disguise their new appearances when they went out at night, and for Donatello, that usually meant hiding in his favorite purple hoodie. Well. Sort of. It was an exact copy, just in a larger size to fit over the shell on his back, and the protective covering he usually wore over it.

Tonight was one such night and he’d unfortunately drawn the short end of the stick in having to buy drinks for everyone. So while his brothers got to relax on the roof of a nearby building, he had to find the nearest vending machine. Thankfully, he didn’t need to go too far, and even better, there was no one around. He scaled down the building, sliding down the drainage pipe before landing in a crouch. 

In the process, the hood had fallen from his head, but he didn’t pay it too much mind as he approached the vending machine, taking note of the stock and seeing if he’d have to get a replacement drink for any of his brothers. A noise gave him pause though, and every muscle in his body tensed. Please be a rat, please be a rat, he chanted in his mind as he turned. 

Emilia loved taking in the sights of Shizume. The people she met, although they kept to themselves for the most part, were still interesting to observe. It was a beautiful day. The sky was blue and devoid of any clouds and it wasn’t too hot. Not only was it the perfect day for a stroll, she couldn’t help but notice many people out jogging as well. As one such person came to a halt, his body beaded in sweat, he suddenly thrust his arms up into the air and shouted,  "Hell yeah!"

Emilia assumed it must have been a good workout. Whatever the reason, his exuberance was contagious and although Emilia didn’t know him personally, she couldn’t help but smile. “Hell yeah!” Puck chimed in, suddenly hovering over towards where the blonde was standing and mimicked his posture perfectly, his arms also thrust into the air. 

FOR REAL? Oh wait, I already made that joke, huh. Let’s see, a kid that looks like a punk and talks like a punk, definitely must be a punk. Well, there’s plenty of that to go around here. Please be sure to follow everyone on the masterlist, and here’s a link for easy following!