ℂ𝕣𝕒𝕫𝕪 = 𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕦𝕤

         ＴＨＥ ＷＯＲＬＤ ＢＥＧＩＮＳ ＷＩＴＨ ＭＥ！

                         ( 𝙞'𝙫𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙮 ; 𝙞'𝙢 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙡 ) 

         ＴＨＥ ＷＯＲＬＤ ＢＥＧＩＮＳ ＷＩＴＨ Ｕ Ｓ.

   “Yeah!  It’s like.  Twice the fun and four times the limbs!”

           “Or.  Wait, is that right?…”

         “Anyway, you get the idea!”

           “  Rinda-roni this is like the coolest thing to ever happen to me! Can you imagine how much more sensational we’re gonna be?  “

@simiasung​ asked: 

oh you know math? name all the numbers.

     “c = f-1k-1oy!”

@hackereaped​ asked: 

They are silent for a moment, then stand on their tip toes to lean in and place a quick kiss to his cheek before pulling away. / throws this at rindo

     Okay, so that was not what he was expecting. At all, actually. Rindo had been staring down at his phone while they were walking-- mostly because Fret was blowing it up. Heat was suddenly flaring across his face as he was looking down at Rhyme. A hand was coming up to where he had just felt their lips against his cheek. 

     “What was that for--?” It comes out as a flustered mumble, though a soft smile was starting to spread across his lips. Though, he was going to slide his hand into her’s, intertwining their fingers together. There was a tingly sensation spreading from the contact point of that kiss all the way through his body, warming him from the inside out. 

     The furby, now named Eratos, is left sitting on their kitchen counter while Sho is sitting at the table grading. More like it was overseeing the fact that he was building one of his miniature heaps to avoid doing something he doesn’t want to do. Eratos has been going all over their apartment with him since he’d gotten it. Though it seems that Pascal has also taken a liking to the odd little thing as it chirps and makes sounds. 

@simiasung​ asked: 

nonchalantly walks to sho, slowly takes his arm and BITES IT AS HARD AS SHE CAN

     He flings her as hard as he can, a snarl crossing his face. 

Anon asked: 

Leaves Sho a furby.

     This....This little miniscule -- no this degenerate case right here-- it isn’t even worth putting in one of his heaps! It’s nearly crushed under his grip as it’s eyes flicker open and it was cooing at him like some kind of baby bird. 

@skullreaped​ asked: 

Would Sho even use a calculator? The guy did shit in his head that makes Beat's brain spin just thinking about it -- maybe this is a stupid idea after all.

But... ah, fuck it. He's already come this far. He's committed now.

"Yo, Pi-face!" Ignore the pink tinting his cheeks that he's definitely trying to hide under his mask while shoving a little giftbag in the mathematician's hands. "Guy at th' store said it's th' newest model or somethin'. I didn't get most of what he was sayin' but it sounds like it's pretty tricked out. Figured you'd like it."

     Roadkill. About T-5 away. Sho doesn’t have to turn around to even see which of his Yoctograms it is. He can always tell by the sound of his clunky, elephantine footsteps. A true abuse of notation. Sho was finally turning, head first, then body, in a full 180 to look at the other male. Golden eyes flicker down towards the bag that was being gripped so tightly it looked like the Yocotogram was about to burst one of his primaries, then up towards the pink multiplying across those scatterplot cheeks of his. 

     A gift. He’d really gone and gotten him a gift? Sho’s brows were already arching as he was taking the bag, peering down into it. A smirk slowly crosses his lips as he pulls out the sleek calculator. Oh, he’s definitely seen this before-- knew which set of coordinates this particular addition was being sold at, as well.