#subserviiient

She slams her hands on Ibara's shoulders ( gently. ) "You love Hatsune Miku now, please."

Glare.

"I hardly know how to tell one Vocaloid from the other..."

A glance is thrown to her paperworkless table, a part of her ponders if her being up for accepting this task shoed in the 'workaholic' title she had been gifted by her peers. Perhaps, she did have a problem...but this ain't about her. Anzu stands up from her desk, nodding along as she listens to Hiyori speak. “Yeah, I can see how you'd be mad at him for that- I'll be your replacement for the day, then. I'm assuming you already have plans for today that you need help with?”

F3 for Elyon/Natsume/Anzu?

here you go nony !! 

MOODBOARD MEME.

send me one of the following symbols and i’ll make a moodboard for my character / selectively accepting.

“I know I might not be who you want giving you this advice, but I think you’re enough. Everyone is different, so everyone has different struggles and not everyone in the world will like you, it’s impossible to have that- but the people who do won’t change their minds on the matter,” Anzu sucks in a breath, she didn’t expect him to come to her for this- to admit anything like this to her, but she wants to help him the best she could, even if she and Hiyori weren’t particularly close. “Being too much for someone doesn’t mean you’re too much for everyone, being not enough for someone just means they haven’t seen you at your best yet. I believe in your abilities, senpai so you should too, after all, I’m just an observer- you’re the one who’d done so much already. Keep at it and you’ll see, the people who don’t like you, don’t really matter- the people who do like you do.”

     The words had, admittedly, slipped free subconsciously. What he assumed merely a passing thought, he’d muttered it without thinking. The words from the brunette caught him entirely off guard, though. He was surprised she offered him kindness after he wasn’t exactly the nicest person.

“We were supposed to be cooking. But, it looks like a murder occurred in here.”

Friends who get into trouble sentence starters: accepting

“The fact we’re working with meat didn’t help that any either, did it, Koga?” their fingers are coated in red sauce, which was also splattered on a couple surfaces because of the fact they added the meat to the sauce a little too quick. “...Well, that’s fine, all I gotta do it clean it up and we’ll be grand, but keep an eye on the food so it doesn’t burn, okay?”

“Tch, damn right it didn’t!” came Koga’s retort with a snort, his kitchen apron, and part of his shirt, stained and smeared with the splattered tomato sauce. To some, the rich, deep red color would look no different from blood. “F---, we should’ve lowered the f---in’ flame down before we dunked that sucker in!”

It’s too late for that now, but at least they now have the hunk of meat simmering in the sauce; they only needed to wait until it’s partly done so they can add in the rest of the vegetables.

"You're very pretty!" she does not stand for such slander, Keito!

Cue sputtering.

Gasps. "But I thought you already were!"

“I am?”