#touketsus

-----♫ "Kaito?"

is tht sass i smell do u want to fight me right here right now banana butt

"What's the matter, Kaito-oniisan? Feeling threatened by a fourteen-year-old?"

CONTACT: kaito SUBJECT: (no subject) MESSAGE: Are you sure you are able to? Meet me where we last met. I feel terrible for asking on such short notice. And out of the blue, too. 

   —♬ She flipped her cell phone shut. Her battery was to be reserved as for her interior was also running low on battery. She knew this man from before: Kaito. Sweet as cream, he wouldn't refuse her when she notified him of her reappearance. Though perplexed, Rin didn't answer any questions. Her tiny balled fists taunted the hem of her pants for a little while, anticipating a long wait for the other to show up. However, with a new design, a blue-haired male, clad in a scarf fabricated from transparency stood in front of her. What? How come he had changed his attire? His complexion appeared the same as what she could have named a 'friend' -- but why did he have to change? 

  ARRIVAL:// crypton-esque!               extracting= .KAITO

     His Sunday is clouded with indecisions; whether or not to shed out of his bedding and stroll out for the day, whether or not the locations of his errands would be open for business today, and now here life flaunts yet another one. The inertia of such choice making must have continued the chain.       He'd only set a foot in, barely slipping into the interior of the bakery, with the door paused at his hands and with a chance of closing. And then is the moment where a soft 'ah.' snakes out between the tension of his tightened lips, a spot of vibrant blue at the tips of his eyesight. The door closes, his fingertips gentle and cautious not to induce a creak or slam. 

         Unidentified androids < 1 & 2 > sighted.          Abilities unknown. Low risk detected.          Approach if necessary.

Rhubarb, once again, finds himself considering the reasoning behind hair dye, the only logical explanation he can find for such a vibrant colour. On the contrary, none of the explanations seem logical--why go to so much trouble for something such as 'self expression' or to 'impress' people? To 'stand out'? Truly, he didn't believe that kind of thing existed. Not in a tangible, real kind of way, at least. Even if it did, it wasn't worthwhile.

He would like to blend in. It was something he enjoyed. It was one purpose that he at least partially succeeded at, for the majority of the time. He blinks blankly at the man in front of him--he wasn't particularly interested in asking, but perhaps it would benefit him in the long run. More so, could it create a long run?

i am choking on my cereal dam u lenz

                         "K-K-K-Kaito-nii!!!! KAIITOOOUUUNIIII--" flings.

We envy you, whose voice was heard We were silenced before our time So now, a new game will begin What will you do to survive ... touketsus?

Strange, how much a single being relies on sight. With sight taken from a person, their other senses seem distorted. When lost in a dark forest, for example, the sound of leaves rustling can sound oddly like whispers. The metallic scent of the ground can smell like blood. Branches brushing against your skin can feel like outstretched claws. The fear on your tongue tastes like death.

So, with all of these lying feelings, it may be easy to assume that the sound of a high-pitched, childish voice singing is just your imagination. In the case of this particular forest, though, this wasn't the case.

"It's all okay, but only if you're hidden from all the shadows of the night~! The fun all stops when the blindfold is taken from your eyes, now, am I right?" Treat sang out joyfully, swinging her lantern in time with the music. His fingers safely entwined with hers, Trick continued the melody.

"Please, watch your step, I'm leading you as I pull gently at your unsuspecting hand! It's not that hard to put trust in me --" At this point, Treat joined in, and the two sang together.

"Do it, do you understand?"