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Kokichi was left wondering, Could there be a more boring hobby? . . . fishing, maybe—? Watching paint dry?

Yeesh . . . Get this kid some friends. Oh, wait !

But despite that overwhelming lack of real interest, Kokichi didn’t interrupt while Basil gave inventory. He just stood there, the only reason he managed to stay mostly still because he was rolling that sucker around in his mouth; the stick flicked from one side to another, sporadic and as impossible to pin down as the owner himself. His attention more frequently lingered on the boy’s face than on the objects he procured. The former was what Kokichi was really here for. And it was curious to him . . . that Basil clearly knew Kokichi couldn’t possibly care less and still went along with it as if he did.

Talk about conflict-avoidant. An attempt to shrink into himself, draw as little attention as possible, just follow everyone else’s lead and fade into the background. Was that really what Basil wanted, or his way of protecting himself—?

(And from what? Couldn’t just be the bullies: didn’t this kid realize most bullies were big dumb pushovers the moment you stood up to them? Something else, then. Something else.)

He was getting part of it right: the “standing up” part, missing that he was supposed to stand up to the bully, not stand up for her. And when that meek little apology spilled through his lips seconds before a surprising attempt to defend the bully who had once been his friend—allegedly—Kokichi’s silence was finally broken. A laugh burst out of him, full-bodied and abrupt, and still within the bubbles of that ringing sound, Kokichi formed a ready response.

“Since when have you had a sense of humor?” He popped the sucker out from his mouth again, pointed it at Basil almost accusingly once his laughter died out. “So then what is she? Should I have called her something worse . . . ?” A crooked smirk crawled up one side of his face, and he brushed the lolli along the seam of his lips with exaggerated thought. “I was being soooo polite about it, Oregano! I didn’t want to hurt your baby ears. Ms. Polly would be super disappointed in me if I did. . . . Do you want that—?”

Now, that mischievous grin melted into a pout, just as over-the-top of a display as anything. “You’re trying to get me in trouble, aren’t you? That’s so mean! I thought we were friends!” It wasn’t nearly as difficult to stay in-character despite the absurdity of that last line, which was . . . annoying, for some reason—like there was some truth to it. (He had to fight to keep some twitch of disgust from sneaking onto his face.)

Basil wasn't sure if it was possible to ever really get used to Kokichi, but he'd learned how to endure long before the town's newcomer ever moved in.

It wasn't that his heart was immune. Insults and cruelty didn't bounce harmlessly off like a knife against armor and leave him unfazed. (Basil wished that were the case—that he could be fearless like Kel, or confident like Hero.)

He felt every word as a stab to his heart. But then the shadow roiling at his back absorbed that knife before it could dig too deep in what may look like mercy, if only it knew such a thing. The Something did not pity. It did not spare. It only added that new weapon to its teeth: a promise of pain that would come later, in the darkness where it always took hold.

Still, Basil upheld his smile as if being called "naturally pitiful" was praise for some kind of innate talent: always ensuring his shadows were locked away where no one else could see. Kokichi's sudden shift in tone didn't give him quite as much whiplash as it used to, although he still blinked at the other boy once he stood opposite the bench, lagging to catch up.

"O-oh, well—" Basil un-crumpled the top of the bag and opened it enough to show inside. "It's just seeds, mostly." A hand reached in and withdrew a few seed packets, both for flowers and garden veggies. "Polly used up all the carrots, so I thought I'd plant some more. And I've been wanting to try growing some zinnias...Oh! I got a new pair of pruning shears, too; my old ones were pretty dull."

Not that he thought Kokichi cared about gardening, but he knew by now that it was easiest to just go along with whatever he asked. "Sorry," he said automatically as he dropped the seeds back into the bag. Hard to tell if the apology was for the supplies that Kokichi would no doubt find boring, for the obvious question—or for what he was about to say next. This little sunflower never really learned, did he? "But...I-I really don't think she deserves to be called that..." Gaze dropping, Basil picked at a frayed strand of plastic on one of the bag's handles. "Just because we're not friends anymore doesn't mean she's...y-you know. That."

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❝ i know i’m a lot to handle. ❞

//but, like, in the sassiest tone you’ve ever heard in your life 😔

⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞

OH GODDESS, HE REALLY WAS... For even with every ounce of love and TOLERANCE that she held in her heart for her fellow Ultimate, there was absolutely no denying that @falsiliar was a WHOLE LOT TO HANDLE, AND THEN SOME! He was that menace of a 'little brother' (Even though he IS older than her) who was only meant to exist in books and TV shows-- if not worst. And honestly, one should get some sort of MEDAL, being able to handle him on a daily basis.

It really was just a dang shame that those very words would roll off the perpetrator's tongue in question. And in a tone so DANGEROUSLY EYE ROLLING, that Itsuki's own eyeballs had nearly fallen out, right then and there.

The bro held absolutely no guilt or remorse, whatsoever! He knows it! She knows it! AND so did the rest of their class! Still, she suppose she would give him points for being somewhat SELF AWARE... or was that worst?

... Oh, why, bro, why?

"And whadya gone do about it, huh?"

Nothing, most likely-- nothing. Not if he was still having this much fun.

She would continue to gaze disapprovingly at the bro, resting her hands on her hips as she took in how UNAFFECTED as always he seemed to be by it. That much too bright grin of his tempting her to just reach forward and pinch him by the ear then... And after another moment of silent staring, the lil' farmer would simply turn away from him and to focus back what she had been doing.

"... Unless ya give a real apology, ya ain't gettin' any of these cookies, fresh oughta the oven, bro."

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Brain: You’re a horrible, worthless, garbage person, and your life is going nowhere but to hell.

Me: I don’t know what the fuck you expect me to do about that at 11PM, my dude.

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“Oh, Basil Bo~oy! I saw a flower growing between the sidewalk cracks on my way here and thought of you! ღゝ◡╹)ノ♡ It definitely got run over by a bike two seconds later, but it was, like, super cute before that happened. ♡”

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"You—...really thought about me?" Not that 'seeing any kind of plant and thinking of Basil' was all that special. It made sense; everyone knew he loved gardening. But that wasn't the part of Kokichi's sentiment that gave him pause.

'Super cute'...? What was that supposed to mean??

Basil hesitated, waiting for Kokichi to take back the words or morph them into an insult any second. When nothing more was said after a few beats of staring, however, Basil's eyes quickly averted to the ground.

"That's...kind of you." He felt the blush rising to his cheeks and desperately tried to fight it down before he could be ridiculed for it. "D-don't worry about the bike, though—wildflowers are actually pretty resilient, so...it's probably fine."

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this boy can so easily whip out the crocodile tears bc lbr he's more or less barely keeping it together at all times

that's his secret ヽ(ヅ)ノ

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power move: calling someone a coward in the middle of a fight while also running away from them as fast as you possibly can

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Something something they compel me so fucking much

Here's some closeups and flipped version<3

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takes a deep breath

“The earth is flat! Outer space isn't ree~aal! The moon landing was staged!”

And now he just stands there. Waiting.

(yes this is a personal attack @idyllicserendipity ♡)

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Ig I'm also gonna try to post here too, so gonna repost a few stuffs and maybe share doodles too🫡(help i forgot how to use Tumblr)

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Kaito is, in fact, not a Virgo

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*draws a gay little clown that pisses you off*

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@howthesleeplesswander || cont.

It was always the quiet ones.

Or the ones who remained locked up in their homes and hadn’t seen the light of day in literal years. . . . That guy tooootally wasn’t a creep and definitely didn’t have about a thousand skeletons in his closet and under his bed, but since dragging him out of his cocoon of shadiness seemed mostly impossible, Kokichi had to focus on the former—

So he did.

With increasing frequency, whenever he had the chance (and Basil actually answered his door when someone came knocking, so that made things way easier).

Kokichi didn’t know what had happened. Of course he didn’t know, beyond the attempt at hush-hush talk that inevitably spread like locusts through any small town. Something about a girl named Mari. Or—cute, but no; let’s get real here: Everything about a girl named Mari. And everything about this little group of pals who now all behaved like complete weirdos around each other ever since the Incident (capitalized). Aubrey and Kel had to be the most insufferable: Aubrey with her “tough girl” schtick thinking waving a bat around and barking insults was the A+ coping mechanism and absolutely covered her insecurities really really well; Kel with his grating optimism as if he wasn’t soaking his pillow with tears each night.

And then there was Basil.

It was always the quiet ones. Always the quiet ones. And something about this little doormat had Kokichi intrigued since day one.

(There was no way—no way—this kid wasn’t hiding something.)

He played this game with him, poking and prodding at him whenever he could—at every turn keeping a sharp eye on the faintest reaction. Even now, pressed against his back, Kokichi sharpened his focus on the minor flinch, on his efforts to make himself smaller as usual, on the stammering that poured out quietly, but with a noticeable difference of inflection since they first met. (Noticeably—even mildly—more comfortable. . . . Never a good idea with Kokichi.) He absorbed it all. Filed it away. And pressed forward with no evidence of his process.

“Oh! No, you know what? You’re right.” His head flopped to the other side, the tone of his voice carrying a pout Basil couldn’t currently see. “You’re just naturally pitiful. My bad. Super dumb of me. Won’t happen again.” And then Kokichi leaned forward on his toes, craning his neck in a feeble attempt to better see what was in that shopping bag . . . as if he actually gave a crap. “Oooh! What’d’ya get, Basil! What is it? Something for me? Show me!” With an excitable little bounce, he came around to Basil’s front, still curiously eyeing the mysterious contents in his lap.

But, of course, as a quick sidenote, “I swiped this from a baby on my way over.” He brandished the lollipop before sticking it back in his mouth. “—is what the pink bitch might say. Because, like . . . wow, now you’re sharing spit with a baby. Sooo cool and hygienic and scary.” Kokichi waved a dramatic hand in the air, eyes rolling. “Uh, ya doy; I came from the candy shop. Deduction 100.”

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my dear little beloved angel that i hate

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Lenore would gently cup her mischievous but adorable human son's face, before pressing a kiss to the top of his head. uwu❤️

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If you saw him freeze up just then . . . No, you didn't!!

That's a lie, and be(lie)ve him . . . he knows lies better than the back of his hand.

But, okay, a pair of hands not belonging to him just cradling his face like that may still catch him off-guard now and again: kind of like a sneeze that hits you without pomp or circumstance (or any amount of edging before it happens). And when she leans in to place a kiss to his head, Kokichi is quick to retaliate . . . with blowing a small raspberry and pulling back.

Just a bit. A single step to establish the illusion of distance.

(He doesn't actually mind, after all.)

“Oooooooh~ Now she's got cooties!” he trills like he's speaking to an invisible audience and hoping for a similar reaction. “Double whammy, too! Human and boy . . . ? You won't be coming back from this one, Len-Len!”

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kokichi really be out here actin like a nuisance and making himself into the Villain✨ to guarantee everyone despise him bc he truly does not believe he deserves anything else 🙌

don't set yourself up for disappointment, yknow?

if people are likely to hate you, then give them a reason to hate you: make it purposeful

haha joke's on you !!! ᕕ( ᐕ )ᕗ //said moments before Disaster

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“Why is the phrase 'bone-dry' when all of our bones are, like . . . super, super wet?”

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i think nothing is more "kokichi" brand than the fact that he's such a good liar he's managed to also convince a great portion of the players that he's

MUAHAHAHAHAHAH SO EVILLLLLLL !!!! Ψ(`_´ # )↝

like, this kid's out here not only convincing his classmates that he's malicious, but he's broken the fourth wall and got the audience to buy his lies, too

（ꉺᗜꉺ）screams