Posts by kentuckykit

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their shipname can be Muna c;
okay but I can totally imagine Kano trying to set the mood whenever they're near each other like
"oh.
I'll just leave you two alone in this convenient lighting I one-hundred-percent didn't set up."

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I actually really like how we've established all of the predetermined ideas beforehand, so that the rp doesn't die too quickly!

it's not bad that I'm now considering pairing Yoshi-chan off with everyone, is it?

oh definitely
I'm so hyped cx

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that's hilarious to imagine actually

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/slightly rushed ;v;

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 510px; margin-top: -15px;][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 490px; height: auto; font: normal 8pt verdana; text-align: justify; margin-top: -15px; line-height: 13px]Half an hour was all he'd need. Figuring the school out could wait - he had more pressing matters to attend to. Specifically, springing upon an unsuspecting classmate what could possibly be the best prank he would ever pull. And, surprisingly, it wasn't as dastardly as it could have been. Who didn't like duck feathers? No one; duck feathers were great! And what made it all the more better - his friendly assault had a very prissy (and deliciously unexpecting) girl in its crosshairs. Oh, this was going to be good. And feathery. Very, very feathery.

With a smirk playing on his lips, the ashen-haired boy tugged a cord that would release a soft, ducky hell onto someone straight out of the cast of Mean Girls. Except .. he'd miscalculated. He'd miscalculated where exactly the bucket of avian flight enhancements was and now it was raining feathers onto Una - and Kano was pretty sure he was going to enter the school with a black eye or two.

A soft "Idiot," was uttered idly as Harue passed the scene by, carefully tucking a novel away in his bag and turning toward what could have been his dorm; he was too tired (waking up at 7:00 was an evil, evil thing) to pay too much attention to the fancy-looking letter he'd gotten. He'd probably miss his first few classes getting acquainted with the hopefully comfortable bed waiting for him.

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And as if he was the polar opposite, Harue flopped down on the first bed he laid eyes on, yanked a futon from his bag, (it had taken up about two thirds of the space) curled up under it, and dozed contentedly off. If his roommate was there, well, hopefully they didn't pull out a sharpie and draw obscene things on his face.

ww

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I'm sort of an odd person.

If there is any OOC behavior regarding anyone's character, I apologize! I may not be too familiar with them (and I'm already writing fics. Save me.) so it's a given with my ditzy mind. c:

3128947902% of this will be paranormal high im sorry

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Throwing open the door and finding himself oddly relieved to find the dorm empty, Kano tossed his bag on the bed to the right and immediately inspected everything; from the mini fridge in the kitchenette to the one-door closet he wasn't sure he'd be able to fit everything in. Were the dorms usually this small, or was it just Kano's awful way of choosing things? He sighed gently, digging into his duffel bag to start putting everything away.

Harue was roused from his nap immediately by the realization that, if he didn't claim a specific side of the room as his immediately, his roommate might not recognize that he had a boundary line, and if this roommate crossed it, he'd be very grumpy and very uncomfortable. Even more so than usual. He yawned and decided it could wait. Sleep was a priority that came first, always.

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Rikk sounds really interesting! c:

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001
film
It's weird.
It's actually really weird to see the brunet beside him like this, stiff as a board, trying as hard as humanly possible to keep steady as the spooky atmosphere of the current movie they'd paid good money for and were extremely disheartened to find the plot sucked increased tenfold. Nioak almost laughs.

Yet, the chuckles die in his throat when they're blessed with a gorey jumpscare and Harue - no, Yukiharu, (he always forgets,) clutches to the sleeves of his lavender sweater for dear life, lips pressed into a thin line.

Nioak's somewhat afraid he'll faint with how hard he's trying.

And as if Satan himself had directed this hell of a film, the vicious chase scene involving a chainsaw and many, many blades begins. He almost misses the harsh "Shit!" that slips from the lavender-wearing male. He almost misses the way he's slightly shaking, grasping his sleeves so hard his knuckles are white. Almost as white as his face.

He's not sure how someone who's overthrown the government and peeked into Area 51 is so terrified by a bad slasher flick. The chainsaw lands a devastating blow to the protagonist's lower leg, and Yukiharu utters a quiet whimper. Nioak actually feels kind of sorry for him.

He feels slightly less sorry and more triumphant, though, when he nudges the other lightly and the boy immediately grabs his arm; he's pretty sure he can hear his teeth chattering over the poorly-made soundtrack. They're a little like a cheesy romance movie, he thinks after a while - but the thought is soon replaced by a happy hum as Yukiharu snuggles closer, the rapidly-flashing lights of the large projector screen giving him a sort of pretty glow.

The movie is almost entirely forgotten.

002
red
to be written

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 510px; margin-top: -15px;][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 490px; height: auto; font: normal 8pt verdana; text-align: justify; margin-top: -15px; line-height: 13px]Caught slightly off guard by the other's words, he rather hurriedly set a snow globe down on the lonely little desk and stepped back. "Um?" This was .. his roommate? And he wanted to eat him? Oh, joy! Sleeping's going to be so much fun now! "I probably wouldn't taste all that great, dude. Nice to meet you, though." He stretched, suspiciously keeping his vermilion hues on the strange boy. Man, it'd suck to die that way. Kano really didn't want to stroll into hell like heyy, Satan, how you doing? I'm great. Just got eaten by my roommate, hell yeah! Want me to organize the folder of stupidly irrational fears? He tugged a stray thread from his jacket rather nervously.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 510px; margin-top: -15px;][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 490px; height: auto; font: normal 8pt verdana; text-align: justify; margin-top: -15px; line-height: 13px]He shuffled back awkwardly, breathing a soft laugh. "Well, it's good to know I'm a delicacy. I'm Kano." He would have stuck his hand out for the other to shake, had he not been fearful for having it bitten off. Though, he supposed, he wouldn't mind all that much. Having an injury got you ladies. This guy was wingman as hell. Instead, he offered a nod of his head, before returning to his bag to remove a laptop. "I'd like to keep my leg, though. We can probably work something out later on." And how, Kano didn't know yet. He'd cross that bridge when he got to it. Hopefully with both legs.