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٩(̾●̮̮̃̾•̃̾)۶ : Do you like sugar/sweet things?

ROSE AND CHAMPAGNE TRUFFLES (aka already answered)

(｡♥‿♥｡) : Celebrity crush?

I guess I don’t really have one

(◕‿-) : Three things, physical or mental, you look for in a boyfriend or girlfriend?

hehaheha Let’s see.

A sense of humor as dumb as mine

Play videos games I suppose since I play a bunch and play with me okay

You have to like cats, you just have to

(✿◠‿◠) : Describe your personality in three word or less?

Blunt, curious, loyal?

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Give me a Series & I'll tell you...

❤ Favorite Male: ❤ Favorite Female: ❤ Favorite Pairing: ❤ Least Favorite Character: ❤ who’s most like me: ❤ most attractive: ❤ three more characters that I like:

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(︶ω︶) : If you could have any color hair with repercussions, what color would you choose?

I honestly think white hair would look really interesting, not silver but pure white. Like hell if I know I’d look any good in it but that’s not the point.

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٩(̾●̮̮̃̾•̃̾)۶ : Do you like sugar/sweet things?

I fucking love sweets you have no idea you should try a truffle with either rose and champagne or salted caramel because they’re almost life changing.

(✿ ♥‿♥) : Cutest thing you’ve ever seen?

You probs hm I saw this bunny sweater that was really soft and it improved my mood by 101% just wearing it and no one understood why. How could you be sad wearing a soft bunny sweater I mean really.

(◕‿◕✿) : What is your morning ritual?

I have a ritual called I wake up but don’t get out of my bed for at least an hour. It actually works well if I need to be mentally awake for something like school or work early though I have to wake up earlier.

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Is there anyone you ship your character with in AURP? If not, do you have any other ships with your muse?

Thanks to over half a year worth of roleplays, I ship him with Chrome in this group pretty intensely.

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Get To Know The Mun

٩(̾●̮̮̃̾•̃̾)۶ : Do you like sugar/sweet things?

(*_*) : Last time you were surprised?

(｡♥‿♥｡) : Celebrity crush?

(¬‿¬) : Last thing you learned about a friend?

(~￣▽￣)~ : Last person you hugged?

(◕‿-) : Three things, physical or mental, you look for in a boyfriend or girlfriend?

(∩︵∩) : Last movie to make you cry?

(≧ω≦) : When was the last time you fangirled or fanmaned and what was it for?

(⊙_◎) : Biggest pet peeve?

(✿ ♥‿♥) : Cutest thing you've ever seen?

(︶ω︶) : If you could have any color hair with repercussions, what color would you choose?

o(≧o≦)o : How easily do you anger?

(◕‿◕✿) : What is your morning ritual?

(✿◠‿◠) : Describe your personality in three word or less?

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(( Hah I'm about to be yelled at to get ready but Happy OOC Day to all of you and I hope it's a wonderful day for you! If it's not, then remember that you're strong enough to live through and make it better. Isn't that a more positive mindset?

Kay now I gotta work. ))

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At first glance, he could almost recognizing an air of authority for this student; as it turned out, was a student council member making their rounds on meeting the students, it seemed. Houtarou didn't find it to be a necessary job, but perhaps now he could remember a member in the student council, or at least his name. He too extended his hand in a handshake, replying, "Houtarou Oreki, nice to meet you." His overall stoic demeanor was intact.

An interesting student perhaps?

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‘Oreki Houtarou…frequently known as being low energy’ Despite his initial apprehensions, it seemed this school had a lot of interesting people. And as a member of the student counsel, the raven had decided to obtain as much information on the students as possible. “Excuse me, I’m Kyoya Otori, a member of the student council." He extended his hand towards the younger male, smiling as usual. “I thought I should introduce myself."

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(( And hello again my friends. Guess who's back and jet lagged horribly and will probably crash soon. (Oddly enough this has been making me feel super optimistic and talkative and I have no idea why) Also I can see I've been out of the loop here with the recent announcement so please bear with me.

Activity-wise I have a job and I'm already being reminded of school coming up but I'll only be slower if anything, I know I owe some replies to people. Also some more threads are always welcomed. uwu So never Remember to have a nice Sunday! -hugs- ))

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(( Reblogging from my personal, I'll be on a trip and will come back in a week. Whether I can work on replies or not is not known to me but just in case--here is a notice uwu ))

I successfully got my permit and managed not to screw up at my new job, so I’ve been in a pretty good mood though it’s been really busy. 

I’m also going out of the country~ I’ll be gone for about a week and I’m really excited uwu

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Abstractions from Logic

A period seemed to drag on, and not enough spacing out felt like it could shorten the lesson at all, especially with lunch next. But, just as he inwardly groaned at this, Houtarou was reminded that the class had just ended and they could leave to eat. Fortunately for him, he was blessed with having a lunch made by Sis today as a to 'keep him energized for the rest of the school day.' Or something along those lines. Most students crowded the closest classrooms, so those places were out of the question. It briefly felt odd not to have a room to always return to when he wanted, which was the only this gained from joining that club back at Kikiyama. But of course, dwelling over the past is merely a waste of energy to think about, and discarded the thought with ease. Anyway, the boy was forced to wander off if he were to get any solitude.

He stumbled to a classroom with an ajar door. Though he figured that this meant someone was already inside, he otherwise didn't hear anything. Houtarou opened the door enough to already see that there was indeed someone inside, whom he doesn't remember seeing before. Upon a first glance, he noticed this student was hunched over the desk, asleep. His first thought was to leave them alone, until he thought about how the last period just ended. To his knowledge, there were no free periods before the break. And that this person had slept through the last period. That's their problem, not mine. But he sighed instead. When did he start burdening himself with the concern for others? He didn't give any answer, and so stepped into the classroom with his hands back his pockets.

He approached them and ended up raising an eyebrow at their appearance. The person had red hair that contrasted that stuck out, until he notice the knots of the sleeves hanging from the shirt. Huh... He muttered, "Uh, should you..." He noticed that the tone of his voice kept it's flat tone, which he doubted could wake up anyone, and tried raised it a bit. "Should you be sleeping?" Houtarou repeated with a more steady voice.

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She seemed to really like it when he smiled, though it made for a bit of a surprise for both of them when it found it's way onto his face. He wondered briefly if he should if he should do it more, as unlike him as it was, because of that. But even now, he realized he was getting too caught up in the atmosphere. This was against his grey life, his thoughts reluctantly reminded him. That there was excess energy that went to his words, to the colors, but for now he set that aside. With Chrome and the happiness that came along with her, it wasn't just about him.

While that was true, despite his attempt, the words he uttered with uncertainty still stuck to Houtarou's mind. And she only reacted with mere confusion. Unfortunately, her misunderstanding led him to he assumed that such a question was perhaps too soon? (Oddly enough, a lingering feeling of relief came with this. He hadn't noticed that he help his breath after saying it.) But, as the earlier rise of his dedication hasn't left him yet, Houtarou was prepared to reiterate, to ask her to... But her hands gripping tighter instead wanted his attention. Even more, the soft voice with a wish to make him happy, a promise in itself. He remained quiet but tightened his grip on her when she pulled him back.

Instead of feeling frustrated about it, he gave in to that relief with an exhale. Perhaps he was rushing, something he doesn't do often, just to get it over with. Besides, he thought with a final tug to the corner of his lips, it was now revealed that they love each other, and that was still going to be something colorful for the boy to get used to.

But the trance he was put in of warmth and colors was short lived, and a voice from the stairs behind him brought him back to reality. He looked behind them to see one of the teachers had found them, along with the bite of the cold and the dimming sunset. She must've been told to round up the students. He had forgotten about the check, not that his physical state was exactly the most attentive when they arrived anyway. At least now he was feeling much better. Now it seemed like their moment was cut short, so he released Chrome all together, unaware if they were allowed to do so in front of a teacher. Said teacher looked surprised but otherwise didn't seem to react towards the close students. She let go of him as well, then he realized that she didn't let go of his hand yet.

What was he going to do on this trip, it hadn't crossed his thoughts. Either way, he secured the hold on her hand and followed her off the plateau. Houtarou looked up to see that Chrome was looking back at him, giving another glimpse of a smile that managed to fill a boy with hope. Maybe he was still under the color spell, as he decided that what they have would soon determine whatever would cross his path next.

Keeping Warm

She was unable to frown, really, since her feelings for the male that held her in his arms was in front of her. She’s never felt this happy since Mukuro-sama had come and seen her in the future or that time when he had allowed her to essentially fight for the Vongola Decimo. And now, a feeling that was different from anything she had ever felt before bloomed from her chest and out, overflowing with affection and happiness toward the stoic male. All she wanted to do was that they stay like this…

The gentle smile that appeared on his face then only continued to make her swell with a happiness that she now could not describe. It was overwhelming and it only filled her with glee to know that he was able to make such an expression. Least to say, it was picture perfect and Chrome never wanted this to end.

His head lowered itself in response to her words, pressing his own lips to her own cheek just like she had when she had confessed to him only moments ago. A giggle was heard as she gently tightened her hold on him before easing off, loosely holding onto him before burying her face into his chest again, a shiver crawling over her as she realized that it was cold, but she wasn’t the least bit bothered by it. When his own hold on her loosened, she pulled away enough to peer questioningly up at him.

Another promise? She was a little confused by what he meant when he continued, letting him finish before she allowed her confusion to be voiced. But she nodded when he mentioned that they both made one another happy and that was something that she could no longer deny. After all, the very thought of him had made her heart only swell a little more in happiness at the thought. She was still a little in bewilderment that he… he loved her too! He seemed a little unsure though, a little uncertain until he spoke up a query that made her tilt her head.

“What… do you mean, Oreki-san?” she asked softly, a little hesitant herself. Her hands gripped him a little tighter again. “I… I don’t want it to stop… I never… I don’t… I wouldn’t… want to… stop…” she bowed her head, “… I don’t want to stop… making you happy… Oreki-san.” She pulled him close to her, embracing him entirely as her chin rested on his shoulder to look up toward the sky while the rest of her was pressed against him. “But… I’m… just happy right now that… you… are happy too.”

However, it was around that moment when the teacher had appeared. The sun had apparently set now and now it was time to head in. The teacher looked surprised to see them here but crossed her arms, “It’s time to head in for a little check before you guys set off again to whatever you guys wanna do on this trip.”

Chrome pulled away from him at that moment, heading down toward the stairs as the teacher watched them with almost a critical eye before Chrome turned and momentarily flashed him one of her smiles. But her hand never left and she had apparently taken the opportunity to reach for his hand, linking her fingers with his own as she guided him back to the lodge.

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I feel the same way. Where is everybody?

Mondays already tend to be very busy for most people in general, let it be work or school. It gets better later but who knows.

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I guess you could say that this OOC Day is pretty

mundane

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She looked to be deep in her thoughts when he saw her, silently watching the horizon, but she didn't seem the least bit at ease. The response Chrome had to seeing him again discouraged him a bit, but he wanted her to see that he wouldn't leave her. He had a look determination to his gaze and his furrowed eyebrows, a contrast to the earlier meek uneasiness. With the pushing she gave at first, he kept his hold secured. Her movements stopped when he spoke up, but couldn't see why because he kept his eyes closed. Finishing what he said, Houtarou opened them to see that Chrome had begun crying as she was muffling them in his chest.

But it wasn't somber, she was hugging him back and pulled them closer. It showed that she accepted him and was happy for his confession. It felt unreal.

It was more than enough of a reaction he could've expected, assuring him that his words were heard this time. Houtarou felt a bit proud of himself for that fact, and it came with such a reward as Chrome couldn't recollect herself from her sobs to say anything more than his name. The poor girl was frightened, he realized, and now her relief and happiness at his words alone had spilled over. Soon she did, and looked up to him with an enchanting smile that had seen so little of. As he thought of how she's become important to him, and too made him happy as a result, Houtarou felt his own face brighten, a subtle smile on his face too, he allowed it to show. While this was a big difference that what he expected his life to go, he couldn't say that he didn't like it. 

As the girl solidified the love she felt for him, he could feel the smile stick to his face. It was getting a little embarrassing now, but he couldn't hide it from her now. But he replied by leaning down and lightly kissing her chilled cheek. At this point, Houtarou didn't worry as much as he did, especially with the bright atmosphere around them again. His gaze did look out back to the sky, now much different than what it was before. A pale, cloudy purple had changed into a bright gold and red, and the snow appeared to have lightened, falling more slowly. Some snowflakes have already gotten stuck on Chrome's head. He had forgotten that it was cold around them. Everything seemed brighter, the red of the sun, the pink on her cheeks.

He wanted to let the moment last a bit longer, selfish as that seemed, but had a feeling that she wouldn't be against that. Then he let his grip loosen on her, but didn't want to let go of her just yet. "By the way, Dokuro, I think this makes another promise. With...our relationship, I mean." He said, assuming she was willing to accept it. "Since I do make you happy, and you make me happy as well, then," His eyes roamed for a moment to find what exactly to say. But he took a breath again and looked back at her. "With the way we are, should we let it stop there?"

Keeping Warm

The first place she had gone to, the first place she had run away to was the outside. Knowing how Oreki-san was, he wouldn’t willingly come chasing after her in the snow, especially since it had just snowed, making running through something so freshly fallen was difficult. The cold air greeted her and all she could think about was running… far away from her selfish desire to hold herself close to the male that she had gotten close to overtime. She didn’t want to drag him down, to come and help her from the problems that she herself had almost escaped from.

Her eye darted around outside and eventually made her way up the stairs that overlooked the slopes and the otherwise view of the mountain… high enough that it could see the horizon in the distance to see the fading sun. Someone had apparently been wise enough to figure out that it’d be popular and the stairs were gratefully cleaned away for someone to climb up it. Now at the top, she gripped the railing and her gaze became lidded. Why had she confessed such thoughts to someone? Why when she very well knew that it’d eventually be taken away from her.

When it came to things like this, she didn’t know what she ought to do. This feeling was something she had been battling for such a long time, to say otherwise that she had been succeeding would mean she was almost lying to herself. While it had been quite a long time since she’s seen either of the Vongola Guardians and her dear Mukuro-sama, she had left them behind for the sake of coming to Bunkyo, to begin anew. While she had been accepted among them as one of their own, it never did necessarily tackle the problems she felt at home.

Chrome could see her breath in the air, a cloud against the chill of the air. It only took a few more minutes of silence and her own thinking until his voice rang out toward her. Alarmed, her head shot up and toward him, releasing the rails as she stepped away. Whatever it was that he said, whatever it was that he had wanted to say, she only felt fear of rejection, of that denial to shove her aside for anyone who was that precious to her. She had felt it once, and never wanted that feeling again. Backing away, she wasn’t expecting for him to reach his arm out and taking hold of her as her face was now into the warmth of his chest again.

She wanted to pull away, Chrome wanted to run away, not yet ready to hear the words he had to say but he said them so calmly, so… She stopped pushing just as he said that he understood and had momentarily paused to take a breath to whisper something she had thought that he wouldn’t dare say, having since he wanted to stick to that grey life that he had told himself he had wanted so long ago. Again, that burning sensation came to her eye and this time, she was unable to stop the tears as they fell.

He… He returned it! He… did understand!

Choking back a sob, she wrapped her arms around his torso and held him tightly, squeezing him in her embrace… partially it was because she was in disbelief and another because it was in relief that he did understand what it was that the both of them apparently had been experiencing. Her voice muffled, she only seemed able to say his name, over and over again, “Oreki-san… Oreki-san… Oreki-san!” A few minutes passed before she finally managed to say things other then his name, this time, she let go enough to able to look up and face him. A beautiful smile had graced her features then, tinted by the blush and the setting colors of the sun.

“I really love you, Oreki-san!” It almost felt like her heart had burst free, freed from insecurity and the worry that he would leave her. No, he wouldn’t and he had promised. Even more then that, he had returned the feelings that she had held so dearly and so precious to her, thinking that he may very well not hold the same kind toward her. The tears flowing freely, she could barely contain the feelings of happiness within herself from it to appearing on her face.

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He felt her head move as she looked up at him, looking curious at what he had said. When she questioned him, his mind had already began to put the pieces together. That the core of each emotion that he had came from her, that he was happy to be with her now, to remind her that she was still important to him, how he's grown to care for her, he wanted to tell her this. But as all reveals went, they had to be worded for understanding. But he only bit his tongue. This hesitation, that would not let him stray from the lifestyle he had which kept everything manageable, was what he wanted to be able to get rid of this moment. This boundary felt like it was one sided, because even now he couldn't spit it out. How familiar this felt...

As she said that she understood, his head rose up to see her expression. Her gaze lowering was disheartening, and a feeling of fear came up. Was it what he meant, or something about herself? Just as he put everything together, had he done wrong again? The closer he seemed to getting an answer, the more it seemed like he was incorrect. But Chrome put her hands to his chest, she spoke to the thump of his heart, the core if his fear. Her pause allowed more time for him to assume, until she spoke up. Whispered words that he could only describe as bright red, causing the grey boy to resort back to his state of shock. His hand let go of her head and he could only stare at her, seeing her face getting closer to his. His eyes were wide as she reached up and left a soft kiss on his cheek.

But she backed away with her arms now back to her sides, space between them now. Though she gave a smile, she couldn't seem to be able to say anymore, as if the damage had been done. In an instant, Chrome left around the corner and gone from the silence and the moment they had, and he felt something drop in him. Still, Houtarou could only stand there in the aftermath of her actions. His mind couldn't assess what just happened, until he reached up and touched his cheek. Chrome said that she understood what he meant, and that she loved him. The feelings didn't flutter then, but they submerged him under until he knew he couldn't escape. Oddly enough it didn't smother him, but Houtarou felt the relief as he understood. Instead everything urged him to stop her, to hold her close again, and, his fingers clutching, admit that he loved her. At this point it was useless to avoid coming to that conclusion. It was there and he ignored it and wouldn't say it, and now she left.

So much for a quiet lifestyle. The boy let his hand fall and pulled himself back together to find Chrome. He started around the corner, much quicker than he thought was possible for him, and headed back to the glassed room. It was particularly cold near the doors, and no one sitting appeared to have come from the outside for a while. Since she had run off, he assumed Chrome would try to go where she thought he wouldn't. At first he was hurt from her sudden retreat, but as he thought about it more, it didn't seem like something she wouldn't do. Now that he thought about it, from what she's told him before, she was reluctant to get close to people. Quite possibly, he remembered, with the belief that they'd leave her. I said I wouldn't... Her pained face stuck in his head made it a bitter recollection.

With that much, he opened one of the doors, cringing a bit from the cold air surrounding him, but walked outside and shut the door. Houtarou shivered again and buried his hands in his pockets From here, he wasn't exactly sure which direction to go, and couldn't rush since the ground had several ice patches. He looked up at the sky, seeing the colors mix into a purple as the sun lowered. The pale colors were soothing, this spot a good perspective to look up, covered mostly from the trees and additions of the lodge. Near by, a trail led to a set up stairs, the signs seemed to call it a spot for observing the slopes and the sky.

He ascended up the stairs, taking careful steps all while keeping his eyes fixed at the top of the stairs. At the top, he spotted something at the end of the plateau. Realizing what he was about to go into, he began to feel nervous again. Houtarou took a breath before he called, "Dokuro, I understand!" The cold made his breathing visible, even little more so. He walked closer to her. Without thinking anymore, he reached out and pulled her back to him, an rm around her shoulders and another holding her head back to his chest. The cold didn't hit him now. "I'm sorry I didn't say, but I do understand. And Dokuro, I..." He closed his eyes, keeping himself together, and spoke, "I love you. And I won't leave those whom I love.” The words fell so calmly that he didn��t think he actually said it. Like he only thought of it and it defied belief that it would become a voice. Houtarou believed it was a mere image again that would turn back to a simple, quiet moment in time.

Keeping Warm

He slowly began to relax under her touch, her embrace and she could feel the tension that he had only moments ago began to ease their way out of him. She couldn’t tell what it was that he was thinking about, didn’t dare look up to see the expression that was on his features now for the fear that he may very well reject her. But, she could hear his steady heart beat beginning to beat a little faster, louder… why, she couldn’t understand or it was rather that she couldn’t see why his heart would race until she felt the gentle stroke of his thumb against her hair.

He began to speak, uttering words that he had said before and she felt the familiar sensation of a burning in her eye as she could feel the tears begin to well up once more. She didn’t want to bother him, never did she ever want to feel that she had burdened him when she had already done so to Mukuro-sama. A sigh would be felt when his hand moved to lower his head toward her own, continuing to listen as his voice softened.

Part of her wanted to question him, to ask him why he was doing what he was doing, but his words of how he didn’t feel bothered by the emotions she kept displaying toward him. Was it all right? But… here he was, in her arms, with him so close that she could very well pull him into her… right into where her heart resided. However, did she want to pull him there? Did she want to bring him in where all of that darkness resided that she had carefully kept tightly reigned in? Chrome squeezed him a little more as he continued, his voice a soothing timbre that calmed her rather frayed nerves.

However, one statement left her confused. How did what feel? She gently pulled away to peer questioningly at him. “… How what feels, Oreki-san…? Understand what?” Her hands squeezed the back of his shirt when she felt her heart clench at what he was mentioning toward and suddenly, everything fell into place as her eye widened in surprise and realization. That’s why… Ah, so… this was what it felt like… the feeling that caused the girls around her in class to giggle and blush whenever that important person came near. It would explain why her heart was racing almost a mile a minute inside her chest, how it beat so loudly against her ears.

Her eye looked down at that moment, especially since it had just dawned on her. Closing her eye before she took a heavy, ragged breathe, “… I… understand… Oreki-san. I—” she paused when she noted once more, of what it was that she was doing, that she was allowing herself the self-indulgence to do this… to selfishly tell him what she had only moments ago realized. She placed her hands on his chest, opening her eye partial way to stare at his shirt before breathlessly saying, “… I… I love you, Oreki-san.” She leaned forward and gently placed her lips against his cheek before she pulled herself away, barely within arm’s reach. She smiled, briefly as if pained, “I… I don’t… I…” She turned away and ran, quickly disappearing around the corner.