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Name: Rib
Age: 22
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E-mail: oursmilesinconcrete@gmail.com;
AIM/etc: discord at rib#7292 is the best way to reach me.

( this place is always everything to me. )

@ royal meme | time to banter bc im a terrible person

So, that alternate.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA | closed to hitofuri sensei

[ It's been a while since Ichigo wandered off to make dinner, and while he's used to Ichigo disappearing into the kitchen for long periods of time during dinner hours, it doesn't feel right to just let him to everything, so he excuses himself from the ten-thousand Awataguchi in the living room to go assist Ichigo with dinner. ]

[ From the hall he calls out: ] Ichigo? Ichiiiigooooo- do you need help with something?

closed to maousama

[ Noblesse's limp body weighs heavy in his arms, but all Royal Guard can do is tremble uselessly on his knees, clutching at her bloodstained clothes like he'll find a way to undo her death there. He can't bring himself to move, his mind reeling as the rest of his body aches, a searing pain in his chest and across his skin where the contract seals are. ]

N-Noblesse-- Lu, I- [ He chokes out each syllable, despair breaking his voice. He can't tear his eyes away from her corpse, but the next question is directed at the man standing over him. ] Why--?

closed to royal meme | surprise valentine's

Yo. [ If Royal Guard had not expected a surprise for Valentine's, then Dreadlord's sudden presence outside his room should have at least caught him off guard. In his hand there's a tiny box of chocolate, boxed in blue paper and wrapped with dark blue ribbon, and he dangles it in the air.]

Hold out your hand.

its time for witty banter and actionspam | @ strawberry blue

[ Ok so, he sees the unsuspecting Ichigo on the couch and since that's not a gun in his hands---- Tsuru slithers his way into Ichigo's lap, pushing whatever shit he has in his arms away, inspecting it before tossing it somewhere in the apartment, and leans into place his hands on Ichigo's cheeks.]

I'm bored, Ichigo.

my knee is itchy

[ When Ichigo comes home he'll find Tsurumaru in his kitchen, stacking oranges on top of each other from a nearby crate. The door to the backyard is open, and Tsuru's shoes are politely placed on the porch together. ]

Oh! [ He looks up, knocking the totem pole of oranges over as he stands. ] Welcome home! Did I surprise you?

closed to memebird

[ He's still standing outside the gate to the ice rink, shifting uncomfortably from how awkward the skates feel, like weights strapped to his feet. Tsurumaru said skating was fun, but Ookurikara doesn't see the appeal in killing his feet just to slip on some ice for "fun".

Not that he has much of a choice at this point.

Begrudgingly, he steps out onto the ice and curses under his breath, still clutching the wall for support. ]

This is the only time we're doing this, Tsurumaru.

closed to egg grandpa

[ Tsurumaru enters the office without permission, after having caught Mikazuki and met his eyes in the hall. Even though he didn't know what the look meant, he followed Mikazuki anyway, working his way through the doors to plop on one of the black leather couches and all but draping himself over the seats.

Absent-mindedly, Tsurumaru picks at the shabby bandage thinly veiling the ugly bruise spreading on his cheek. He knows better than to pick at it, and yet, despite the pain that spasms through his cheek whenever his fingers touch the wound to check if it's still there, he presses the palm of his hand against the bandage to cover the surface area of the ugly thing completely.

He grins. ]

Looks like it bruised after all.

closed to breadlord

[ It's late. Not late enough that his stopping at Dreadlord's door could be considered dubious, he's certainly not here for that, but late enough that everyone else is more than likely in bed. Calmly, he gives his routine three knocks on the door, just gentle enough to be heard through the woodwork.

If he doesn't answer within the minute or so, Royal Guard will let it go and leave, but he'd rather not sleep alone after such a busy day. The seconds tick by and he folds his arms, staring down at the floor. Perhaps he shouldn't bother Dreadlord at this hour-- ]

MARRIED MMDES

[ When the beep reaches his ears, indicating that someone has returned home, Esper all but leaps out of his seat on the couch, flipping over the cushions in a parkour-like motion to greet his husband, landing on his feet just as Mastermind steps him. It still sounds weird, being married, but it sounds like an achievement that belongs to him.

Esper looks down at his shirt (one of Mastermind's old dress shirts, too soft and old to be worn out again, or was it stolen from Lusa's new clothes back when they all lived together? It doesn't really matter at this point because he's sure it was never meant to be his anyway), and pinches the bottom hem. Maybe it would have been better to put on some pants, but it's his day off-- so, glancing back at the tub of ice cream on the coffee table, why would he bother? ]

Welcome home, Mastermind!

Did you eat already? Should I call for pizza? Can I help you make dinner?

[ Nevermind about cooking by himself. ]

more dlrgs ; soulextortion

[ The tender moments between them are few and rare, and even rarer still that Royal Guard doesn't have anything to do for Noblesse when it isn't 3am at night. So Dreadlord does as he is wont to do, sliding his hands around Royal Guard's waist, sneaking his fingers across his torso to find the carefully done ribbon at this neck and quietly pulls it apart, letting the ribbon fall across Royal Guard's neck.

His hands pause at the buttons on Royal Guard's vest. ]

I'll stop if you're busy doing something.

nya supremacy; closed to gravitybuster

[ Almost two weeks of breaking encrypted files and sifting through corrupt coding that's marred by errors, all for naught. Mastermind has learned only one thing from this experiment, and it's that Esper is hiding more than just what's in this eye.

Which is what leads him to where he is now, hovering over the lab table, Esper strapped to it with the top half of his suit removed. The overhead lighting illuminates the crystal embedded in his chest, already sterilized the perfect canvas for operating.

He should be waking up any moment now. ]

closed; look at my keywords seli

[ Ok eating hot pot alone is really fucking sad, and eating hot pot alone in a public restaurant is even worse, so needless to say he is eating by himself like the loser he is. Except don't tell him that, it hurts his pride.

Here's Izaya dangling two bags of groceries and hot pot ingredients as he makes his way back to his apartment, humming about fatty tuna instead. He's about to unlock the door to the apartment, except, you know, there's some dude he's never seen before lingering around the entrance.

Normally he wouldn't pay much attention, but he's vaguely suspicious of how the other is dressed to warrant attention. There's enough crinkles and creases in the cheap suit to pin him down as anything but a salaryman. It's gonna be someone who does a lot of physical action. The police, perhaps? No, if anything, more like a private investigator.

Best figure out what he's here for and send him on his way.

Izaya saunters over, tapping the man on the shoulder. ]

Are you looking for something?

NEMO'S FIRST MEME

one ➝ post with your character and their name/canon/pref in the subject.
two ➝ either post with a tfln or just wait for someone.
three ➝ respond to people's texts or tag them with your own.
four ➝ fun time for all

ganked from bakerstreet!

closed to gravitybuster

[ Mastermind doesn't bother to say anything on the long way home, nor does he speak when he pushes past Esper in the doorway to leave him there. The skin across his knuckles is still split open and stinging, but there are more important things to be tended to right now. He figures the student who had Esper pinned against a locker earlier is thinking the same about his broken ribs and swollen lip.

But there's no point in lingering on that- what he needs to worry about is the condition Esper is in, and so finishes prying the first aid kid from the closet before returning for him in the front hall. He stiffly raises an arm to point in the direction of the kitchen table and, finally, tiredly speaks. ]

Sit down.

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acc: gravitybuster

actionspam time?!?1

[ Esper's leaning against Mastermind's shoulder, occupying himself with cutting out human figures with a pair of scissors from the piece of paper in his hands and pulling them apart once he's all done. Once he's done that he's going to move himself so he's lying across Mastermind's lap, holding up the string of human figures for him to see. ]

I looooooove you.

Entry tags:

acc: gravitybuster

closed; strangle him already

[ So, Esper's doing his daily routine, mainly involving lingering in Mastermind's room after smashing the lock to bits. Then he's all but kicking down the door, phasing over to Mastermind's side, his hand covering Mastermind's eyes while he scruntizes the rest of the codes. This all looks very familiar, since he's seen Mastermind work on it in a different timeline, obviously!

He doesn't remove his hand from Mastermind's face when he whispers into his ear. ]

Gooooooood morning, Mastermind. What are you working on?