Posts by aiko

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; color: white;]ooc+ claiming. i just need to find a decent pic because i'm picky and it takes me like 287 years to find one i like.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; color: white;]tracking because wow, you like a lot of the same animes i do, and it's hard to just pick one out of the group. but seriously you've watched almost all of the animes i have marry me

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daichi makahara.

ooc+ hope this is alright & you're welcome. （●´∀｀）ノ♡
it's just so hard and plus it's like five in the morning and i should be asleep but?? i'm not so?? yolo am i right

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; color: white;]ooc+ alright!!
that's what i'm trying to do but??
i s2g the sun's beginning to rise jfc this has gotten out of hand

ic+ he needed sleep. like, badly. unfortunately, that wasn't going to happen. the young male had taken to curling up in the bedroom, attempting to catch up on his lack of rest, but after an hour of trying to drift off, he gave up. his insomnia was being insufferable as usual. so, he'd decided to get up. daichi hastily left the sanctity of the bed, and shuffled out of the room and into the hallway, a heavy yawn falling from his lips as he used the back of his hand to rub the sleep from his eyes, or at least attempt to. as he trudged through the dining room, his stunningly bright amber eyes landed on a familiar figure. "... are you okay?" were the only words that fell from daichi's lips when he noticed masato had his head down on the table.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; color: white;]"then ignore her," daichi said plainly, acting as if it were the most simple solution in the world. "turn off your phone and you won't have to deal with her." his tone was blunt, even though he could clearly hear the agitation laced into masato's voice, but that was just how daichi was. blunt. serious. sure, he was responsible and understanding, but honesty, the brunette had about as much emotional maturity as a tree, and his almost-so-apathetic-it-hurts nature didn't help.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; color: white;]"dunno. just telling you what i would do," again, his emotional maturity wasn't the best. "you'll figure out something." honestly, he probably could've been handling the situation at hand a lot better because masato honestly did seem irritated. he was too straightforward for his own good and he could come off as insensitive due to this. he also had a habit of riling people up. not that it was intentional, of course. daichi wasn't a bad person. yeah, he wasn't exactly the nicest, or the friendliest, but he was okay in the end. he had good intentions, he simply wasn't the best at showing them, obviously.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; color: white;]daichi arched an eyebrow at the other's sudden change in topic, but decided to roll with, and go along. "well, i guess if that's something you want to do, go for it," he said, shrugging, his shoulders cutting the air slowly as he did so. "personally, i don't really believe in that kind of junk, but it's whatever." he explained bluntly, but honestly, advancing towards the table, and taking a seat he really just didn't want to stand out of all things. sitting down was much easier.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; color: white;]daichi only shrugged again to masato's first comment. as far as he was concerned, it was fake, but that was probably just his way too down to earth mind speaking for him. "why do you want me to come?" he asked, trying to ignore how demanding masato had sounded. "i just told you i don't believe in that stuff." and as far as he was concerned, that also meant he wanted no part of any of it.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; color: white;]daichi tensed slightly, his eyes narrowing as he looked at the other although he bit back any snide remark. instead, he merely sighed. "fine. whatever," he finally consented. "it's not like i have anything better to do anyway." while daichi could be a bit headstrong, he wasn't stubborn, and he wasn't stupid, so he decided to avoid a conflict before it happened because agreeing was better than arguing as far as he was concerned.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; color: white;]daichi replied with an "uh huh", his honey optics following masato as he stood, although the brunette himself made no attempts to leave his own spot. instead, he crossed his arms over the table, placing his chin atop of them before releasing a small sigh. he caved in to masato too easily. like, way too easily. sure, he could put up a counter arguement for whatever the other threw at him, but in the end he wound up agreeing as usual. he just really didn't want to cause any tension, you know? daichi didn't like to argue and he didn't like to fight, surprisingly enough.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; color: white;]"i'm not really much of a romantic, you know that." daichi replied in response to masato's little outburst, following his words up with an exhausted yawn. it's not that he wasn't an affectionate person, or - well, actually, he wasn't a very affectionate person, unfortunately, but he did try to make masato an exception to this when he could.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; color: white;]daichi only shrugged again, staying exactly where he was until he heard masato's question. "hmm? oh, uh, i don't know," he said evenly. he didn't keep tabs on masato, so he wouldn't have known unless he'd told him, and even if he had, it's not like daichi would have remember. he had a terrible memory to put it kindly. "why do you ask?" the young man countered flatly before standing to his feet, and trailing towards the other.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; color: white;]ooc+ no no no it's okay it's okay ヾ(´▽｀;)ゝ you don't need to apologize!!

ic+ mizuki's smile faltered in the slightest, although it quickly returned when the ravenette released a soft laugh. "so you're saying you don't want me to wake you up at three in the morning, but there will be no consequences if i do? because i get some pretty hardcore cravings in the middle of the night and it's not like i can make anything myself without burning down the kitchen in the process," he defended, although he was only joking. he absent mindedly followed souta into the living room and sat himself down on the couch, yawning as he stretched his arms above his head. "that's great because honestly, i don't want to do a single thing today," he admitted flatly, leaning over, and resting his head on the other's shoulder. "like i will be perfectly content with doing absolutely, positively nothing," mizuki explained, momentarily closing his ocean blue optics. "as long as you're here with me, of course. otherwise, it'd just be a boring and unproductive day."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; color: white;]okay. that little bit of information wasn't exactly what he'd been hoping to hear out of all things. in fact, daichi almost gagged, his still expression erased as his eyebrows raised, and lips parted in shock. "1,500 dollars?" he repeated, frowning now although there was no malice in his voice, probably because he was still too surprised to register everything that was going. after all, that was a nice chunk of change, and for it to be blown so inefficently and quickly... daichi really just didn't know how to react.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; color: white;]ooc+ of course. （●´∀｀）ノ♡ i can relate, so it's not trouble. plus, i'm pretty patient, so i don't really mind waiting for replies. )/w\(

ic+ mizuki merely snorted, rolling his eyes in a teasing manner. while he didn't really like to see, let alone make, souta snappy and sleep-deprived, he'd probably do anything if he got food in the end. "i think i can handle that," he replied smoothly. when a hand came in contact with his hair, causing him to flinch instinctively, and before he could do anything else, said touch vanished. a slight pang of guilt hit him, causing him to sigh. he then reached for the other's, clasping it in his own before intertwining their fingers. absent mindedly brushing his thumb over souta's knuckles, he then leaned forward after straightening up, and pressed his lips to the other's temple. "i love you." mizuki murmured, eliciting yet another haste sigh.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; color: white;]"1,500 dollars," daichi repeated yet again, struggling to grasp the situation at hand. "masato, we don't just have that kind of money lying around," he said, finding it harder and harder to keep his tolerance. however, the other's statement was the straw that broke the camel's back. "what do you mean you don't remember? how can you just not remember?" there was acid laced deep into his low, gravelly tone, and really and truly, daichi didn't want to get mad at masato, and he really didn't want to start yelling at him, considering the fact the other male already looked close to tears.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; color: white;]"you can't just not remember doing something like that," daichi retorted, frowning immensely. he inhaled sharply, sighing aloud. his patience was beginning to wither away and quickly at that. "yeah, exactly. no one else, but you could have used it." he growled, feeling the need to defend himself after masato had snapped back at him. again, he really didn't like argue, but it seemed as if that's what it was dwindling down to.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; color: white;]and there went the last of his tolerance. "you are not going to pin this on me," daichi jabbed back, holding his ground as he narrowed his eyes. "i pick up for your actions enough, and put up with your antics more than i already should, but i'm not going to stand here, and let you accuse me of something we both know i didn't do." he thundered, clenching his hands into fist until his knuckles turned a ghostly white.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; color: white;]"well, considering i was here and didn't even leave the house the day that check was written, i wonder how i could've done something like that," although he wasn't shouting unlike masato, daichi was obviously frustrated, and he was using the strength he had left not to completely blow up on the other. "and wow, i wonder what i could've bought with all of that money. sure doesn't look like there's anything new around here, and a thrift shop out of all places, huh? because it's not like i don't think those places are full of worthless junk, or like i've never stepped foot into one unless i was forced to." he said without missing a beat, fluent in the language of sarcasm.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; color: white;]daichi stayed silent for a few moments, bringing up a hand to fist handful of his own hair since he needed something to keep himself somewhat calm. "are you f-cking kidding me?" he hissed, his amber eyes now locked on the tile floor of the kitchen. "sure, because it's like i go out of my way to openly defy you, and i just want to make our lives a living hell. oh, of course. that's me, i guess. just another sorry, good for nothing scum of the earth, and it brings a smile to my face to hear you accuse me of not only taking your checkbook without asking, but also lying to you," he forced a smile, his passive aggressive sarcasm unwavering. "i probably wouldn't trust me either."