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Unfortunately...

The time has come to say goodbye to Kasumi. While a fun character, I lack the motivation to roleplay her anymore, and this blog will be deleted at some point in the future. Sorry folks, her time has ended. Consider this an archive blog for now. It is no longer in use. Later, I will let you know where you can find me.

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"K-Kasumi, w-we need to talk. D-Don't worry, i-it's n-nothin' bad." He stared down, poking his pointer fingers together.

Although his words belied nothing of negativity, his averted gaze and words alerted her that something needed to be addressed. For whatever it was...she had no clue.  Lips dipping into a frown, she puzzled over the statement briefly, fingering a lock of chestnut hair before she spoke. Sighing, she ran a hand through her hair as she spoke, tone tinged with uncertainty as her words quavered. "T-Then...w-what's on your mind?"

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Off hiatus.

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Reblog if it’s okay for me to write fics or make graphics of your character and tag you. Sometimes the mood strikes me but I’m nervous my partners won’t like it or won’t be cool with it.

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Send me a ✿ and my muse will react to your muse putting a flower in their hair

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Go on ANON and tell me what you think of me. I do not want to know who it is, at all. Don’t tell me who it is, don’t give me hints, don’t say your screen name. Tell me exactly what you think of me. Don’t sugarcoat things. Don’t lie. If you hate me, tell me why. Tell me what I’m doing wrong. If you like me, tell me why. Tell me exactly what you think of me.

Truthful Anon Feelings:

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B-Be my Q-Queen.

At his words, Kasumi looks up, mouth agape, dropping her paintbrush as her fingers loosen abruptly, visage a fierce shade of crimson that stretches from her cheeks to her ears.

"Y-Yata...are you sure about that? What brings this on?" She asks, tilting her head to the side.

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Announcement

Hiatus.

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Send "Be my King/Queen" for my character's reaction.

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Illness themed RP starters!

"When is the last time you ate?"

"Let me get you a glass of water."

"You can lay down in my bed if you need to."

"Don't cry, you're going to be fine."

"You're safe, I've got you."

"You're fever's too high, you're delirious."

"Sleep it off."

"Can I get you anything?"

"Here, vomit in this."

"You've been out for days. I was worried you were dead."

"When is the last time you slept?"

"How bad does your stomach hurt?"

"How long have you had that cough?"

"Hold on. You're too sick to go anywhere."

"I'll get you a blanket, you're going to be here for a while."

"Let's go home, you're too sick."

"I can do that, just go back to bed."

"Maybe you should go to the doctor."

"Come on, at least sleep in a bed."

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kamamoto-twins-rikio-reiki:

Of course he loved teasing the girl, that’s what he was supposed to be doing as a boyfriend right? Well regardless of what he was supposed to be doing, they had not had a night to themselves in a while. Reiki was always there, thus the con’s of having a twin sister who still live’s at home. He tapped away on whatever project he was working on. He wouldn’t have time to drop by HOMRA to give them any information, since he wanted time to be with his girlfriend. 

The dinging tone on his PDA rang in his mind as he smiled some, realizing that yes, she had texted back and that, she was not going to play coy, she was going to try to beat him at his own game. 

[To: Kasumi]

[From: Rii]

[Subject: N/A]

[Message: It is never a challenge because I always make you scream louder. Trust me. 

You to, its cold out side, I dont want you falling or something. 

Also I will be home in 20. Wrapping up some work here. 

Love you too. Behave until I get there. Also not a pervert I know what you are thinking. So not a pervert, just wanna see a little more of…

You]

[Sent]

He set the PDA down, the chime letting him know that the message was sent. He was laughing to him self, packing up so that he could get to her on time. He didn’t want her to start without him, how sad would that be. Chuckling to him self, he threw his jacket on, zipping it up so that this way the night time air wouldn’t chill him to his bones. Though it would be hot when he got back, so he had a reason to get a little chilly. 

a-world-of-unrealities: While she had more or less spent a portion of a minute scrutinizing the garment he desired her to wear, she eventually allowed a hand to clutch the fabric, drawing it close as she backed away from the bed. Sometime later, her clothes were folded into a tidy pile atop a chair, while she now wore said outfit, cheeks stained vermillion when she gazed down to see how it looked . Humph, not too bad , she thought, idly fiddling with the lace trim, which eventually turned to light scratching. Now, her brow furrowed, lips dipping into a deep frown. Why, just why had he bought something so itchy? Was he trying to create a problem before anything officially started? Suddenly, her fingers stilled as she caught the slightest hum from her phone, and, frantically, she dashed from the bedroom, arms concealing her chest. "What is it?" She grumbled, mostly to herself. A hand dipped into an outer pocket of her jacket, fishing through a number of pens until it traced a relatively cool, rectangular object. Fingers formed a vice like grip, and she yanked it out- her PDA, which vibrated gently in her palm. Pale oculars narrowing, she brusquely paced to the bedroom, closing the door behind her with a clang. Reclining on the edge of the bed, she unlocked the screen, narrowing her eyes at the first line of the message, a slight flush spreading from her cheeks to her ears. Without speaking, she read the last portion, lips unconsciously tilting upwards to bestow a broad grin and chuckle-not necessarily because it was comedic, but perhaps more so in that his words were touching. She hurriedly typed a short response, not willing to spend longer than necessary with her phone our. Hopefully , he would be here soon, so as to keep the time from crawling by like slugs. [text] [To: Rikio From: Kasumi Subject: N/A Message: Right , keep telling yourself that. Don't worry, I'm here now, waiting for you. Hurry up, alright? By the way, the outfit is itchy. Are you trying to make me want to get out of it or something? [-Message Sent-] Huffing, she placed her phone on the bedside table, flopping down onto the mattress. Eyes roamed upwards, fixing onto the ceiling as she resumed her itching, squirming slightly to try and relieve it. Get here soon, she prayed, mouthing the words like they were some sort of prayer.

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kamamoto-twins-rikio-reiki:

The blond chuckled at his girlfriend’s apprehension to do something like this. Though he could understand, his sister was always at the home, however tonight it would be there’s and he really just wanted to spend more time with her, without having to worry about if someone would walk in on them or something like that. So he punched in a quick reply, he didn’t want to get too distracted with the task he was performing right now. Though he couldn’t have been more vague with her. He pictured her painting than blushing then flustered at his previous message, and than getting even more flustered with this message. 

[To: Kasmui

[From: Rii

[Message: I wont be home for a little while longer, though you are welcome to use the key I left on your bed to use to get into the house. 

Reiki wont be home. Just us in a house all alone. 

Pretty sure I can make you moan the loudest.

Just wear the outfit and lay in bed, I will be home soon. 

Love you. ]

[Sent]

Head tilting to the side as she scanned the message with her eyes, she pocketed her PDA, cheeks vermillion at the clear implications of his recent text. So, he was 'planning' something, was he? And the house was safe from Reiki for the night ? Well then, she had a pretty good idea of where this might lead, if cards were played right, if there weren't interruptions. Brusquely, she trotted up the stairs, flinging open the door to her bedroom as she crossed the threshold in a flurry of movements. For once, reluctance did not lace her purposeful steps as she fished about on the tousled covers, fingers delving into the wrinkled blanket for the cool metal of the key. Upon discovering it, she clasped the metal in her palm , and shuffled out, throwing a coat on with her free hand , grimacing slightly as one side dropped towards the floor. Moments later, she was out of her residence, traversing on chilly evening streets as she made her way to his dwelling, fingers typing a message to him, eyes flickering to the street signs and impending crowds all the while. [To: Rikio From: Kasumi Subject: N/A Message: Is that a challenge I hear, Rikio ? Hmm, alright, I'm on my way. Hopefully, this will be an uninterrupted night , no ? Be safe. I love you. -Message Sent -] When the beep signaling that her message was sent was heard, she locked her device and shoved it into the recesses of her coat pocket, draping the garment more carefully over her shoulders. As a frigid wind ghosted over her skin, goosebumps rose in a fury, sending her into a faster pace, and she reached his place sooner than expected. Granted, not by much, but still, quickly enough to not freeze over . Numb fingers fumbled with the lock, jerking the key through and cursing at the difficulty, and letting out a huffy sigh when she heard a distinct click. Once inside, she gently closed the door behind her, and placed her jacket on a hook, pale oculars surveying the place. Which was his bedroom again? A careful search led to the correct destination, and she hastily slammed the door, grateful no one else seemed to be around. Then, she noted something on the bed-something lacy, with ruffled edges. Cheeks flaring pink again, she plodded over, peering down at the scrap of clothing with a quizzically raised brow. So..this is what he desired her to wear? Pervert.

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kamamoto-twins- rikio-reiki: [To: Kasumi [From: Rii [Message: Okay we are going now where but to the bedroom, okay and you will get it when you see it. K?] [Sent] a-world-of-unrealities: She expels a sigh at his message, reluctantly allowing her paintbrush to clatter onto the ledge of the easel, backing away slightly to momentarily scrutinize her current project. Then, her eyes fall to the message again, and upon the epiphany of their destination, her cheeks flare with heat, fair skin flaming in blotchy patches on her face and ears, beginning to descend down her neck. With trembling fingers, she hastily types a reply, lower lip worried by sharp teeth all the while. [To: Rikio From: Kasumi Subject: N/A Message: I'll meet you there, just lemme clean up first. And whose bedroom? This better not be some perverted fantasy of yours. {Message Sent}]

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[to: Rikio From: Kasumi Subject: N/A Message: Alright...where did you go? And where is this black thingy? And 'plans'? This had better be good.

I'll wear it-promise.

-Message sent-]

♥ (Rikio)

Send me ♥ for a sexual/naughty text

[To: Kasumi

[From: Rii

[Message: Okay I bought you this black lacey thingy from this shop today. Seriously wear it tonight. I have plans for you. ]

[Sent]

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I look ridiculous, more like an out-of-place ragdoll in a pricey tea shop, she thinks, the words bitten back on her tongue, searing her mouth in an effort to be spoken. But no, she refuses to allow those doubts to come to light, and dragging her feet through the mud will not stop either Rikio or Reiki from toting her to..wherever they were going. Presumably, it was a...nicer place, considering that she was wearing a finer dress than what was usual. Not that the chestnut haired woman actually wore dresses and the like in the first place. At least , not often. "I suppose then...it couldn't be helped. And I don't hate her. Am I irritated, yes? Alright, I'm coming," she replies, huffing out the first part before softening. Her harsh tone softens, gentles to a low rumble as she teeters forward, stretching her arm upwards and hooking it thorough his, wordlessly accepting the proffered limb. Everything would be fine? Right, dandy, not like she was unprepared and loathed parties in the first place. You are not a petulant child, she tells herself, mostly in a fruitless effort to quell her mental mutiny, only to be forced back by lamentations of permitting Reiki to choose the dress. "I won't complain, I promise. But why did she give me this dress?"

A Fine Social Scene

His eye’s skimmed over the female, a light smile on his lips. If now was the time for a light blush crossed over his cheeks. [God she is beautiful.] Though he couldn’t help but chuckle at her word’s of Reiki liking to put her out of her comfort zone. That was a given, Reiki always did those sort of things. 

”Its Reiki, do you think she would put you in pant’s no. The girl wonder’s if you hate her, though I think right now it would be a solid yes.” He leaned his head to the right some beckoning her forward, to him. 

”Come come, We are going to this little place, its fine.” He offered his arm to the girl hoping she would take it, this way he wouldn’t lose her, not that he was worried about him losing her. Well okay maybe he was, he smiled softly. 

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Please tell me this person isn't a threat, but they have to be, with sneaking up on me like t-

Her thought is cut off at the introduction, eyes still wild as they manage to fix onto the other's face.  Kayla? Huh, must be a foreigner, or...or...it didn't matter.  Pale oculars do not soften, and her pose obstinately remains rigid, refusing to loosen the tension at the hand on her shoulder, or the inquiry spoken in well...well, a tone that wasn't at all threatening.  However, apparently, that had yet to be noticed, as the chestnut haired woman jerked away from the other, lips pressing into a thin line as she fully faced the stranger, tilting her head to one side, shoulders drooping, movements slow, thoughts sluggish as she endeavored to comprehend the situation.  Why was this person traipsing around in the dark? Sleeping problem? A nightly wondering through illuminated streets and the racket caused by who knows how many civilians?

To be fair, Kasumi wondered if the same could be applied to herself- maybe, seeing as she was in an alleyway, shadowed from the sight of others.  Or at least, ideally shielded from curious people, and those who might have something unsavory in mind. Should she answer the question? Maybe, maybe, it would be best to satisfy the other's inquiry, although she does nothing to indicate a forthcoming response as she scrutinizes the other, eyes narrowed, skin looking as if blood had drained from her body completely. Her trembling however, abates slightly, limbs still noticeably quivering in the dark, but not as violently as before.  So...a slight improvement, then?

  "N-None of your business," she retorts, voice cracking in the process as she stares almost mutinously at the other woman, brows furrowed in a suspicious manner.

"Why are you here? What do you want?" She barks, tone sharp and rough, although her tenor is low, almost like a rumbling of thunder. 

Kasumi is aware of the lack of politeness she is showing the other, but her body, tensed as the taut bow of a violin, is not necessarily eager to display any sort of courtesy, necessary or not.  Maybe it's the lack of sleep eating her mind, or the paranoia of those Blues or others intending to cause her harm, but her view is not favorable of those who suddenly grab her from behind, valid concerns about her wellbeing or not be damned.

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