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"...Whatever." He spat, glancing away as he handed them the ice pack. "Can you at least tell me what you did that was so important you didn't even text?"

02:03.. Someone had knocked on the door of Ouma’s household.

It was two in the morning, what did this person what..?

It was weird, sure.. did he answer the door?

-> ( @headspacememories , sorry for the short starter </3 )

Ouma hadn't been doing very well lately. He hadn't bathed in a while, and was living off old ramen shoved in the back of his cupboards, so needless to say he was annoyed when a knock stopped him from falling asleep. Shaking stumbling up, the boy nervously cracked the door open. "Who is it." He snapped, hidden from sight.

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The short boy twitched, lips pulling into a scowl as the door shot open. "Two fucking months, Shuuichi. I've been taking care of that kid we adopted for two months while you were off doing whatever." He snapped again, eyes thinning. "You're such a fucking jerk!" His lips shook slightly, trying to hold back his tears as he instinctively slapped the bluenette.

But...That caused him to panic, cursing as he yanked the other boy in and shut the door, eyes darting to their cheek as his hand moved to rub it before running to his freezer and grabbing an ice pack.

02:03.. Someone had knocked on the door of Ouma’s household.

It was two in the morning, what did this person what..?

It was weird, sure.. did he answer the door?

-> ( @headspacememories , sorry for the short starter </3 )

Ouma hadn't been doing very well lately. He hadn't bathed in a while, and was living off old ramen shoved in the back of his cupboards, so needless to say he was annoyed when a knock stopped him from falling asleep. Shaking stumbling up, the boy nervously cracked the door open. "Who is it." He snapped, hidden from sight.

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02:03.. Someone had knocked on the door of Ouma’s household.

It was two in the morning, what did this person what..?

It was weird, sure.. did he answer the door?

-> ( @headspacememories , sorry for the short starter </3 )

Ouma hadn't been doing very well lately. He hadn't bathed in a while, and was living off old ramen shoved in the back of his cupboards, so needless to say he was annoyed when a knock stopped him from falling asleep. Shaking stumbling up, the boy nervously cracked the door open. "Who is it." He snapped, hidden from sight.

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Ouma chuckled, "Then I guess I'll be pulling one out." He sat up, shuffling around out of camera before tossing a pale doll onto the bed. It wasn't a whole body, just an ass. He moved behind it, grinning into the camera as he adjusted it. Oh, god, he'd moved it so it looked like he was really fucking whoever was watching. It didn't take long for him to shove himself into- the doll, relentless in his bed-shakin thrusts.

Saihara was on some porn website, for what reason I don't know. He glanced over a stream that caught his eye for some reason. Deciding, fuck it, he clicked on it and watched as it loaded. After it finished, a familiar voice rung out. "Hello, new viewer, thanks for wa-tching~ Remember, requests cost a minimum of five bucks!" Was...Was that Ouma?

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Well, Saihara needed to.. indulge in some other needs.. so, that was why he was on a porn website. Once he had clicked on the stream that caught his interest his eyes widened as he could recognize the voice. Ouma-kun..? He forgot that when he got on website he would get greeted, his heart fluttered a little as he was said hello to though. How odd.. why was Ouma on a porn website?

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His eyes widened, staring at the donation intently. "My, my, you really are generous...Are you sure you don't have a request? Considering how much money you spent on little old me, you could get one for free...It's been a while since I pulled out a doll, and I bet you would just love to imagine me pounding your little hole..." He purred, already hardening cock lazing against his thigh. "I bet you're such a little pervert...But you don't show anyone, do you? You keep it all in for people like me to enjoy...~"

Saihara was on some porn website, for what reason I don't know. He glanced over a stream that caught his eye for some reason. Deciding, fuck it, he clicked on it and watched as it loaded. After it finished, a familiar voice rung out. "Hello, new viewer, thanks for wa-tching~ Remember, requests cost a minimum of five bucks!" Was...Was that Ouma?

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Well, Saihara needed to.. indulge in some other needs.. so, that was why he was on a porn website. Once he had clicked on the stream that caught his interest his eyes widened as he could recognize the voice. Ouma-kun..? He forgot that when he got on website he would get greeted, his heart fluttered a little as he was said hello to though. How odd.. why was Ouma on a porn website?

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The chats rolled in, and he finally came in his hand, panting. Grabbing a towel from off-camera, he wiped it up, chest heaving. "Alright, you whores. I did what you wanted, any more requests? I'll be on for another hour~" He purred, grinning.

Saihara was on some porn website, for what reason I don't know. He glanced over a stream that caught his eye for some reason. Deciding, fuck it, he clicked on it and watched as it loaded. After it finished, a familiar voice rung out. "Hello, new viewer, thanks for wa-tching~ Remember, requests cost a minimum of five bucks!" Was...Was that Ouma?

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Well, Saihara needed to.. indulge in some other needs.. so, that was why he was on a porn website. Once he had clicked on the stream that caught his interest his eyes widened as he could recognize the voice. Ouma-kun..? He forgot that when he got on website he would get greeted, his heart fluttered a little as he was said hello to though. How odd.. why was Ouma on a porn website?

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Ouma's eyes immediately locked onto their large donation, grinning. "Well, hello there, darling," he purred, adjusting his headset's mic to be closer to his lips. "Such a generous donator...Of course I will, little one," his voice deepened slightly, a little smile on his face. "Is this good, baby? Do you like it when I talk like this~?" He chuckled gruffly, licking his lips.

A few jokingly angry messages were sent in before he focused again on the other requests. Deep groans escaped him, reading out messages and donations. "Everyone is so generous today~ Remember, I'll be doing a similar stream tomorrow...Don't pour all your money into this one! Or do, I don't care~"

He snickered, letting out a smooth moan. Panting slightly, he asked a simple question. "Alright, you pervs, I'm not making the same mistake as last week. I'll ask you guys, where should I cum?"

Saihara was on some porn website, for what reason I don't know. He glanced over a stream that caught his eye for some reason. Deciding, fuck it, he clicked on it and watched as it loaded. After it finished, a familiar voice rung out. "Hello, new viewer, thanks for wa-tching~ Remember, requests cost a minimum of five bucks!" Was...Was that Ouma?

-@grapepancake

Well, Saihara needed to.. indulge in some other needs.. so, that was why he was on a porn website. Once he had clicked on the stream that caught his interest his eyes widened as he could recognize the voice. Ouma-kun..? He forgot that when he got on website he would get greeted, his heart fluttered a little as he was said hello to though. How odd.. why was Ouma on a porn website?

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The male hummed, wrist moving excitedly as he watched requests and donations flood in. "Hmhm~ Slow down, I can't do them all at once, you whores," he purred, jerking his hips before pulling his hand away. "Mhm, I know you guys enjoy it when I call you that~" A giggle escaped him, humming as he began following the requests. This was...probably pretty overwhelming.

Saihara was on some porn website, for what reason I don't know. He glanced over a stream that caught his eye for some reason. Deciding, fuck it, he clicked on it and watched as it loaded. After it finished, a familiar voice rung out. "Hello, new viewer, thanks for wa-tching~ Remember, requests cost a minimum of five bucks!" Was...Was that Ouma?

-@grapepancake

Well, Saihara needed to.. indulge in some other needs.. so, that was why he was on a porn website. Once he had clicked on the stream that caught his interest his eyes widened as he could recognize the voice. Ouma-kun..? He forgot that when he got on website he would get greeted, his heart fluttered a little as he was said hello to though. How odd.. why was Ouma on a porn website?

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He licked his lips once he was out of sight, quickly putting Katsu in his carseat and getting into his own. He drove away quickly, getting home fairly soon and ushering the young boy in for a nap. His fingers cracked as he stretched, moving into his bedroom to take a nap or...something.

Saihara had been doing...well, whatever he does when out and about, when suddenly- A semi-familiar, short male with a cane approached him. He was grinning happily, an unusually tall young boy holding his hand and walking with him. "Hey! Shuuichi-kun! Long time no see," his pretty purple eyes fluttered closed, his pink fleece shirt flowing in the slight wind. If he looked close enough, everything he wore was tailored to his disablities. An insulin pump waistband, no-tying shoelaces, a lack of buttons and zippers...But he was still stylish, it wasn't like he was wearing a hospital gown. It had to be Ouma, so...Does he say hello, back?

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Well, Saihara had just come back from going to the local public library. He had a few books he had gotten and he was quite excited to read them later. He let out a small squeak in surprise, his golden eyes looking up to see a somewhat familiar face. “Ouma-kun..?” He spoke softly, noticing an unusually tall boy standing next to him. “Yeah.. how are you..?” He smiled softly, his hands fidgeting with the books he had in hand. What a.. stylistic choice of fashion.. then again.. Ouma was always like that.. wasn’t he?

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"Yeah! Just, text me whenever!" He smiled back, pretty purple eyes jaded with some murky emotion. His lips stayed curled up before he patted Katsu's back and nodded before walking away. "See ya later, tater!" He joked.

Saihara had been doing...well, whatever he does when out and about, when suddenly- A semi-familiar, short male with a cane approached him. He was grinning happily, an unusually tall young boy holding his hand and walking with him. "Hey! Shuuichi-kun! Long time no see," his pretty purple eyes fluttered closed, his pink fleece shirt flowing in the slight wind. If he looked close enough, everything he wore was tailored to his disablities. An insulin pump waistband, no-tying shoelaces, a lack of buttons and zippers...But he was still stylish, it wasn't like he was wearing a hospital gown. It had to be Ouma, so...Does he say hello, back?

-@grapepancake

Well, Saihara had just come back from going to the local public library. He had a few books he had gotten and he was quite excited to read them later. He let out a small squeak in surprise, his golden eyes looking up to see a somewhat familiar face. “Ouma-kun..?” He spoke softly, noticing an unusually tall boy standing next to him. “Yeah.. how are you..?” He smiled softly, his hands fidgeting with the books he had in hand. What a.. stylistic choice of fashion.. then again.. Ouma was always like that.. wasn’t he?

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Biting his lip gently, he looked away. " Alright, one second," he murmured, pulling out a small notebook and a pen from the purse he carried and jotting down his address. He lived in a fairly safe neighborhood, great for a small family with young kids and full of cute houses. "Here you go."

Saihara had been doing...well, whatever he does when out and about, when suddenly- A semi-familiar, short male with a cane approached him. He was grinning happily, an unusually tall young boy holding his hand and walking with him. "Hey! Shuuichi-kun! Long time no see," his pretty purple eyes fluttered closed, his pink fleece shirt flowing in the slight wind. If he looked close enough, everything he wore was tailored to his disablities. An insulin pump waistband, no-tying shoelaces, a lack of buttons and zippers...But he was still stylish, it wasn't like he was wearing a hospital gown. It had to be Ouma, so...Does he say hello, back?

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Well, Saihara had just come back from going to the local public library. He had a few books he had gotten and he was quite excited to read them later. He let out a small squeak in surprise, his golden eyes looking up to see a somewhat familiar face. “Ouma-kun..?” He spoke softly, noticing an unusually tall boy standing next to him. “Yeah.. how are you..?” He smiled softly, his hands fidgeting with the books he had in hand. What a.. stylistic choice of fashion.. then again.. Ouma was always like that.. wasn’t he?

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He smiled weakly, "It's...It's alright. We were about to head home, um, want my address and number so we can catch up?" His lips parted slightly, a hint of something like excitement on his face. He...really, really missed Saihara.

Saihara had been doing...well, whatever he does when out and about, when suddenly- A semi-familiar, short male with a cane approached him. He was grinning happily, an unusually tall young boy holding his hand and walking with him. "Hey! Shuuichi-kun! Long time no see," his pretty purple eyes fluttered closed, his pink fleece shirt flowing in the slight wind. If he looked close enough, everything he wore was tailored to his disablities. An insulin pump waistband, no-tying shoelaces, a lack of buttons and zippers...But he was still stylish, it wasn't like he was wearing a hospital gown. It had to be Ouma, so...Does he say hello, back?

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Well, Saihara had just come back from going to the local public library. He had a few books he had gotten and he was quite excited to read them later. He let out a small squeak in surprise, his golden eyes looking up to see a somewhat familiar face. “Ouma-kun..?” He spoke softly, noticing an unusually tall boy standing next to him. “Yeah.. how are you..?” He smiled softly, his hands fidgeting with the books he had in hand. What a.. stylistic choice of fashion.. then again.. Ouma was always like that.. wasn’t he?

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"It's okay, sorry to make things awkward," he sighed, planting a kiss on the young boys forehead. "He's tired anyways, he gets...Very prone to crying when he's tired. Poor kid used to be raped when he slept." He covered Katsu's ears during the last sentence, barely mumbling it.

Saihara had been doing...well, whatever he does when out and about, when suddenly- A semi-familiar, short male with a cane approached him. He was grinning happily, an unusually tall young boy holding his hand and walking with him. "Hey! Shuuichi-kun! Long time no see," his pretty purple eyes fluttered closed, his pink fleece shirt flowing in the slight wind. If he looked close enough, everything he wore was tailored to his disablities. An insulin pump waistband, no-tying shoelaces, a lack of buttons and zippers...But he was still stylish, it wasn't like he was wearing a hospital gown. It had to be Ouma, so...Does he say hello, back?

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Well, Saihara had just come back from going to the local public library. He had a few books he had gotten and he was quite excited to read them later. He let out a small squeak in surprise, his golden eyes looking up to see a somewhat familiar face. “Ouma-kun..?” He spoke softly, noticing an unusually tall boy standing next to him. “Yeah.. how are you..?” He smiled softly, his hands fidgeting with the books he had in hand. What a.. stylistic choice of fashion.. then again.. Ouma was always like that.. wasn’t he?

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His smile seemed to drop as he murmured a small thanks, long fingers running through the girls hair. "Her uh, her other dad..His last words were for me to name her that. And her sister's name too, he...Asked for that as well." Oh. Well, that explains the air of sadness.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

There was quite the plethora of polite knocks given to the door as someone seemed to be waiting for the door to be opened! Or at least, to be given permission to enter. Wonder who that could be! Would Ouma let them in?

@crying-in-libraries (( he’s here!! :D ))

"Um..Come in!" Ouma squeaked, glancing over at the door in confusion. He was sat down with a six year old boy, and sat on his lap was a little baby. At the same time as this, he watched the toddler give him "pointers" on how to colour within the lines of his colouring book. How cute!

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The small boy began violently crying, sniffling and trying to hide in Ouma's soft fleece shirt. He refused to look at Saihara for too long, claiming he "looked like mama." Hearing this, Ouma barely managed to pick the heavy boy up, into his arms. He paused, glancing up at Saihara and apologizing. "I'm sorry, he uh...Isn't over the death of his other adopted parent yet."

Saihara had been doing...well, whatever he does when out and about, when suddenly- A semi-familiar, short male with a cane approached him. He was grinning happily, an unusually tall young boy holding his hand and walking with him. "Hey! Shuuichi-kun! Long time no see," his pretty purple eyes fluttered closed, his pink fleece shirt flowing in the slight wind. If he looked close enough, everything he wore was tailored to his disablities. An insulin pump waistband, no-tying shoelaces, a lack of buttons and zippers...But he was still stylish, it wasn't like he was wearing a hospital gown. It had to be Ouma, so...Does he say hello, back?

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Well, Saihara had just come back from going to the local public library. He had a few books he had gotten and he was quite excited to read them later. He let out a small squeak in surprise, his golden eyes looking up to see a somewhat familiar face. “Ouma-kun..?” He spoke softly, noticing an unusually tall boy standing next to him. “Yeah.. how are you..?” He smiled softly, his hands fidgeting with the books he had in hand. What a.. stylistic choice of fashion.. then again.. Ouma was always like that.. wasn’t he?

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His eyes seemed to sparkle, patting a spot on his bed. "Hi, Shuuichi-kun!" He smiled excitedly, closing the colouring book and telling the older child it could wait. "Um, thanks for um...Visiting, nishishi! This is Katsu and...And Masumi," he barely murmured the last word, staring down at the infant. She was sleeping, peacefully.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

There was quite the plethora of polite knocks given to the door as someone seemed to be waiting for the door to be opened! Or at least, to be given permission to enter. Wonder who that could be! Would Ouma let them in?

@crying-in-libraries (( he’s here!! :D ))

"Um..Come in!" Ouma squeaked, glancing over at the door in confusion. He was sat down with a six year old boy, and sat on his lap was a little baby. At the same time as this, he watched the toddler give him "pointers" on how to colour within the lines of his colouring book. How cute!

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"Me? I'm fine, my doctor recently recommended me disability-adaptive clothing and I'm liking it lots! It's really comfy and useful," he giggled, watching the young boy hug closer to him. "Oh! This here is Katsu, my lovely little boy! I adopted him, but it's a long story as to why." His eyes opened again, watching to make sure his cane was placed firmly on a flat surface before committing to the step.

Saihara had been doing...well, whatever he does when out and about, when suddenly- A semi-familiar, short male with a cane approached him. He was grinning happily, an unusually tall young boy holding his hand and walking with him. "Hey! Shuuichi-kun! Long time no see," his pretty purple eyes fluttered closed, his pink fleece shirt flowing in the slight wind. If he looked close enough, everything he wore was tailored to his disablities. An insulin pump waistband, no-tying shoelaces, a lack of buttons and zippers...But he was still stylish, it wasn't like he was wearing a hospital gown. It had to be Ouma, so...Does he say hello, back?

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Well, Saihara had just come back from going to the local public library. He had a few books he had gotten and he was quite excited to read them later. He let out a small squeak in surprise, his golden eyes looking up to see a somewhat familiar face. “Ouma-kun..?” He spoke softly, noticing an unusually tall boy standing next to him. “Yeah.. how are you..?” He smiled softly, his hands fidgeting with the books he had in hand. What a.. stylistic choice of fashion.. then again.. Ouma was always like that.. wasn’t he?

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