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poeticect.

He was correct, it was Amami Eita.  Shunya had only heard about the other in passing–and by passing, what he really meant was that he overheard Amami Rantarou drop the name in a conversation with Akamatsu.  Apparently they were identical twins, but Eita’s personality was more outgoing than the adventurer’s.

And judging from sudden out of character hug, this person was not actually Amami Rantarou.

❝ A-Ah, yes, I’m his brother…my name is Shunya…Saihara Shunya. ❞  Was Eita really going to start calling him by his given name?  That was rather brash of him, if he’s telling the truth.

“Shunya-kun, then? Got it,” he chimed, getting straight to the given names. He knew well that it was rather forward, but it would eventually get rather confusing, especially with how similar Shunya appeared to be. “If it makes it any better, go ahead and call me Eita. More fair, don’t y’think?”

Placing a hand on the other’s shoulder, he beamed as he continued to converse with the boy he knew nothing about. He’d heard of Shunya here and there, yet had never seen him once. Who knew how well he could imitate Shuuichi?

“So, Shunya-kun? I was thinkin’ of grabbin’ some lunch, if yer down. Gives us some time t’get ta know each other, right?”

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tsutantei.

It wasn’t often that Shuuji left his uncle’s residence alone for a non-school-related reason.  When he did, however, he kept to himself; his presence went largely unnoticed for the most part–he tried to not bother anyone unless absolutely necessary. Today he had gone out shopping for some groceries per his aunt’s request, a task where it was easy for him to zone out and ignore almost all of his surroundings.  So when arms had wraped around him casually. it took Shuuji all of his willpower to not screech in public.  Instead a violent shuddered racked his body as his head whipped around to see who the intruder was–

And fear consumed the younger Saihara brother as a familiar face gratted his. 

Oh no, he messed up, Shuuichi wouldn’t have reacted like that to Amami, no no no–

…Huh?  This wasn’t Amami Rantarou?…

“ E-Eh?  Eita?… ”

“Yeah, that’s it. Eita. Amami Eita.”

Taking the other’s hand and briskly shaking it, he couldn’t help but wonder how similar this boy was to Shuuichi. Aside from his appearance, his way of speaking and mannerisms were just as similar. It certainly wasn’t like Rantarou and Eita, who only shared the same faces. Those two were starkly different the moment they started talking. With that, he gestured his hand towards the other, wanting to know more about him.

“So, are ya Saihara-kun’s twin? Both of ya look terribly similar. Better start callin’ both of ya by yer given names now.” With a chuckle, he smiling charmingly to the boy. “What’s yer name? Can I call ya by that name?”

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haruumaki.

it’s not as though she is  fond  of the cold that seeps into the apartment through the open door as she stands there in the doorway,  staring flatly at rantarou.  he’s out of breath,  she cannot help but notice,  ‘  outfit  ‘  desperately thrown together –  a jacket messily slung over pyjamas,  slippers on his feet,  not at all dressed for the weather.  he’s staring at her in utter disbelief,  cheeks and nose painted red  (  and it hits her all of a sudden,  wasn’t he  sick ?  he didn’t join them on their escapade,  instead remaining bedridden,  resting in order to recover.  )  it takes a while,  but finally the connection is made –

he was sick,  not in the palace alongside them.  he didn’t see her get hurt.  didn’t know if she was okay.  that  explains the sudden hug.

she  hisses,  pain at her wound being aggravated by the motion –  yet arms wrap around him in return,  regardless of any pain she may feel.    ❝    yeah –  yeah,  i’m fine.    ❞    something similar to  reassurance  slips into her tone,  a gentleness about her that any others may find  strange,  uncharacteristic.  she takes advantage of their position to drag him inside,  however,  a frown settling across her face,  brows drawn together as she carelessly shuts the door with one hand.  finally,  she pulls away  (  the gesture was a  comforting  one,  undoubtedly for  both  parties  )  and pulls the jacket further around him.  she’ll find a substitute sooner or later.    ❝    but  you’re  sick,  and at our apartment at 2 in the morning.  you’re staying the night.    ❞

More than anything, Maki’s safety was of the utmost importance to him. He was lost in the moment, hyper focused on the fact that she was okay, here in his arms. Amami doesn’t snap out of it until she declares that he’s staying the night -- it was cold out, and he’d ran quite the distance to get there. It was a wonder how he hadn’t fallen over on the way, considering that his fever was causing him to stagger from time to time.

Arms languidly releasing her, he smiled wearily as they stepped into their apartment. “Ah... yeah, I probably should,” he agreed, “sorry for th’ intrusion...” Amami couldn’t help but laugh at how frantic he’d been just moments ago, but it certainly was understandable.

Making sure not to wake up Momota on the way ( though to be honest, all of that commotion a moment ago was far from quiet ), he slipped into the living room to take the couch as his own. Looking back at Maki, he wanted to be completely sure that she was alright. The fact that she was able to walk about was enough, he supposed, as he could always check back when he felt better. He worried a little too much about her, but it was all out of good intentions.

“I’ll just take the couch... go back ta bed, Maki. Ya need th’ rest, way more than I do.”

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I’m done cleaning out all my followers. I’ve reduced the number by nearly 200 -- and nothing against anyone, but I went by certain criteria: our relationship, what kinds of threads we have, how active you are, and whether I have much drive to write with you. The sheer number definitely hurts my muse and I feel much more comfortable keeping it small. That being said, if you see this, I’ve kept you there based on whatever criteria above.

I will be making this blog mutuals only now and it’ll be changed sometime. Of course, if anyone that I’ve softblocked does want to still interact with me, I’m opening to receiving a message and discussing about it. Cheers!

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seductruth.

@azamukuna | call.

oh boy. madison really isn’t the kind of teacher that demands her students be present for class every day, but in amami’s case, it’s getting a little ridiculous. his grades are slipping; he even missed an exam the other day. she can’t call herself a teacher if she doesn’t say something.

“amami-kun, you’re not in trouble,” she reassures him off the bat. that doesn’t mean he won’t be if he doesn’t clean up his act, she thinks dryly. “i just wanted to check in on you.”

It wasn’t that he considered his studies unimportant, but they certainly weren’t the first thing that came to mind. Missing that exam was quite the mistake, but he knew well that he had no reason to request a makeup exam... including all of the other times he’d missed classes and tests. Amami was intelligent, but would likely do better if he were more punctual and focused on school -- if that was ever going to happen.

“Paige-sensei,” he breathed, bowing his head. Even if he wasn’t in trouble, he knew why she would come and check on him. “I’m doin’ fine... sorry, for missin’ that exam. I have no issues, I simply --” He pauses for a moment, considering that it would be rather disrespectful to tell the truth, but does so anyways, “--forgot.”

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hey! so i’m having a lack of motivation ( not muse ) to really write on here, sometimes i might feel it but otherwise i’m just going to drop all my threads save for any longer ones that i may have thoroughly discussed with you. i’m pretty sure i just got overwhelmed and i’ve been chilling on another blog. that being said, in the future i’m going to just start softblocking blogs if we haven’t interacted by now or i’m not really feeling it, because the amount is really messing with my motivation to write. i’d really like partners that want to actively write some thorough threads with me, much over smaller interactions, so for me i’d like to just clear things up with those that i don’t really interact with.

of course, if you really wanted to plot out something with me please let me know! but unless i personally know you or i want to continue writing with you, i’m going to be clearing out my followers soon. hope everyone’s doing well!

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opifcx.

“well yeah! i figured at least someone wanted t’get out for a while, i just had t’find who!” truthfully, it felt like he didn’t really get a chance to get to know him. . he seemed a little distant, so he was more than happy that Komaeda accepted his offer.

was he moving too quick? probably, but he didn’t feel like slowing down! ( mostly because he’d begin sinking ) when they found a place to settle THEN he would, but for now? he waned to make haste! the quicker they got there, the more time they had to relax. . that’s what they both needed at the moment. though, he did stop every couple of minuets to wait for the other, that was the very least he could do!

“huh?” his head turned to Komaeda, then to the direction he was pointing in. a cave! “YEAH! LETS GO!” he yelled, but it was out of excitement it wasn’t everyday you got to explore some place and see a CAVE of all things, how cool was that!! it didn’t seem like it was too far from where they were, maybe they could get there within  a new minuets? if they didn’t distracted. .  the water did look tempting. .

“Alright,” he breathed with a sliver of excitement, “then let’s go. I wonder what sorts of discoveries we can make? Lead the way, Souda-kun.” The two boys, both excited for their adventure, walked alongside each other with a brisk pace. Though it wasn’t the most grandiose of adventures, it was still one in the end.

As Komaeda kept up with the pace, his gaze wandered out to the sea, noticing that Souda had taken a look or two at the shore. Perhaps he wanted to go in? Still, knowing Souda, a stop to play in the water would mean playing there all day. They’d never make it to the cave. With that thought, he decided not to mention it until they arrived. Once they did, Komaeda set down his bag and looked around the cave. It was a bit roomy and went nowhere, but was certainly a good place to find some shade.

“Souda-kun,” he called out, pointing towards the ocean, “want to go in the water? If we want to go in, best to do it when it’s hot.”

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this nerd’s school went on strike. i’ll see to doing stuff!

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@haruumaki

“Y’know, we’re alone. If you’re going to kill me, there’s no better time.”

It’d been a day since the second trial was over... --no, a day since Harukawa’s true talent was revealed. Perhaps it could be called foolish to waltz in on her research lab on his own, but that sort of senseless unpredictability was simply... a trait that he would carry. Something to keep it interesting. Besides, it would be odd if he wasn’t so nonsensical all the time. Within the survivors, that sort of absurdity was... well, normal.

Perhaps it was the last thing he could enjoy in this hell.

His hands were tempted to touch the weapons and take a closer look at them, but he knew well that the assassin would likely rip his hands off before he could get them. So, his hands were behind his neck, wandering about the walls lined with guns, keeping his gaze fixed on Harukawa. “After all, you’re angry, right? You’ve gotta be,” he stopped, “I mean, you were seriously choking the life outta me last night.”

“--So, are you gonna just hide in here? That’s so boring. Y’know, if you take one step outside and shoot a glare at anyone -- they’ll be weak in the knees. Honestly, you’ve got nothing to be afraid of. How about you take the chance to scope out your next victim, Miss Assassin? I mean, it’s a huge secret. Gotta silence those who know.”

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“PIPIMI-CHAN!”

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opifcx:

azamukuna replied to your post: anyways, heres wonderwall

( i would do a whole sprite thread rp with u )

this is tru friendship right here

i appreciate and love you very much

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Finally back to the good old days!

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satarsene.

❝  i mean , you’ve got the right idea but it still sounds dumb as shit .  ❞

a sigh leaves semi-parted lips , fingers coming up to rub at temples . this brainstorming of theirs is leading nowhere — he just wants to go home , but he knows he’ll get an earful from morgana if he doesn’t return to leblanc with a plan already in the works , so he has yet to fully retreat . he’s not in the mood for a full fledged conversation , does not take the other’s attempt at one as anything other than them trying to be annoying . ( he’d much rather be in bed right now . )

❝  something else . something that can actually vaguely work . c’mon , we don’t have all day . i’m tired of coming up with shit that won’t work .  ❞ // @azamukuna . ♡’d !

“Huh? My idea’s totally amazing. Well, you really want another idea--”

What was this, some sort of infiltration plan being done -- and without him? He hadn’t gotten a complete grasp on the context of the situation, only the problem. The other student was being a little too vague about it, certainly not enough information for a self-proclaimed master tactician ( not really ) to devise a great plan!

“--you could at least, like... explain what’s going on, y’know? Otherwise, I’m going to give you this giant wrench-thing I’ve got and call it a day.”

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tsutantei.

And just like that, every mask and facade came to a burning crash as Shuuji was backed into a corner–both metaphorically and literally.  Not a fan of  being crowded, the sudden overwhelming presence of one Amami Eita was enough to send all thoughts into a halt.

“ H-H-H-H-Huh??! ”

Yes, really eloquent sounding, right?

A gentle chuckle resounded, watching him closely. “What’s wrong, Shuuji?” His gaze observed the not-so-subtle subtleties in his reaction -- just like that, the supposed ‘Saihara Shuuichi’ let down his guard. Looks like Shuuji was here today.

“Actually, I came t’ask... wanna grab lunch with me? I’ll treat ya, too.”

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What is a Valentine’s Day he’s busy watching KAC.