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 ▆ ❀ ; —— "Ahhh -- mmm, I think I’ve always wanted my                     hair kind of long, I think it suits me better, don’t                     ya think ?”

The slight tugs  to fine threadlike strands that were darkening the more time he went without really giving much thought as to physical appearance. Long or short hair, knowing that there was any doubt of being  unpleasant or repulsive in own appearance never has been an issue. As the one who had been hauling back infuriating tresses usually provided with self confidence that heightened a lot when alongside him. 

Time passed  fluently and more so  discreetly now a days to make people forget the passing by of mirrors.  Directing own gaze toward a reflective surface -- more typically of glass -- there was no halting to fix what didn’t need to be. Turning around, reaching out he grabbed a hold of one to prove that point, tips skimmed vaguely over knuckles and soon held beyond wrist, interweaving fingers.

                     “ I’m sure it looks great, you have steady hands.”

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❝Eh—.❞

              Wavering, limb arises — a caress alongside               arc of cheekbone; diffident. A mutter vibrates               larynx yet fails to cross labium. Quaint task,               he minds himself, retrieving the band that               had recently descended.

       ❝I think this is the longest you’ve let your hair grow, aha.❞

             Dactyls wove themselves into silken strands,              collecting and soothing any imperfection              crossed — sensible to knots.  ❝What’s with              the change?❞ Rather, how much time has              truly distanced him from the other. The              hybrid falls quiet then, melancholy. Consciously              nostalgia looms over, breeding more than              spouted query but a gnawing, to thought.

                                   ❝Ahh– ‘m sorry, if it’s not all that great.❞

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warning // air dubai ft patricia lynn

whoa now I’m faded took shots never learned what to say when drink more so I won’t have to feel shit but it all comes back in the a.m.

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ながちかくん by きなことり

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 ▆ ❀ ; —— Getting hurt -- he heard that before, he always knew that already. Rubbing finger’s on the back of neck, seeming to think through an negligible amount of details that concluded the reason as to what was thought of the future alone. Nothing. Nothing but being happy -- that was, and will forever be, the goal that stuck. 

                                  “ Me? Ah com on, I can take anything.                                     I honestly just want to be happy, that’s                                     what I want for my future. and I’m always                                     happy with you -- so I guess I don’t need                                     to change a thing.”                                 

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❝….❞

               Tongue coils behind incisors – awaiting                 for its chance to strike though                 the INSTANCE does not arise. Swelling,                 he’s UNABLE to respond. Aches beneath                 muscles take route, favoring the left.                 Indecisive as to why – he needn’t reason.

      ❝Hide.. I just don’t– I don’t want you          getting hurt. Whether you’re          with me or not, y’know. That should be your future.❞

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   ▆ ❀ ; ——  There was always doubt sometimes that the future     His, though there was ideas, goals, aspirations -- none of that      seemed to really be much of a concern. There was a despondent     way of looking at things but rather not, there was always a easy     luminous way of going at things; that was a revert way of thinking.     Nothing nor no one could really change that.

     “ I don’t really have any. Well, I haven’t really         thought about it. I just really want to stay with         you, okay?”

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          Predictable. Given an answer that provides           both reason and support concluded with           assertive tonality and reassuring           grin — he looks at you in CONFIDENCE yet           your spine QUIVERS.

               ❝Ah, I guess. But what about you though?             Do– well.. you know, have any sort of plan still?❞

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      -- “ beautiful” 

"Have you ever tried to eat a clock? It's very time consuming"

     “ A geneticist was working late one night, secretly perfecting his greatest project: a perfect clone of himself; an utter copy with no noticeable differences in personality or appearance. Having finished his work, the geneticist took off for Maui and sent his clone to work. Within days, reports came back from his friends in the know of bizarre behavior from his doppelganger. The duplicate had cussed out the boss and his receptionist, groped all members of the research team male and female, used the Xerox to copy his genitalia – sending the results to all the company’s affiliates – and concluded all handshakes by forcibly pressing the other’s hand against the general area of his nipple, then simulating canine-fashion copulation while saying “nice to -meat- ya!” The geneticist was terrified, and took the next plane back to the States. He confronted the clone in their twentieth story office, and braving a three minute uninterrupted litany of expletives, pushed the unreasonable double out the window, where he fell to his death.     The police arrived, and once the situation was explained, the geneticist laughed, disbelieving any statute covered the destruction of one’s genetic clone. After interviewing all concerned parties, the geneticist was arrested. The charge?                                                         —– Making an obscene clone fall. “

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               ▆ ❀ ; —— Humming, keeping a close eye on                   the other, though gently smiling all the same.

              “ Well, I guess so. Future-focused people                    focus more on their long-range goals and                    mainly fuel today's decisions and actions                     depending on what they want to do for their                    future. I mean, this keeps them ambitiously                    working and planning for a better life. You,                     on the other hand, have never really thought                    that ahead -- and that’s okay.  You avoid                     anything tedious and you keep people happy.”

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            ❝You look to it too much and you            lose sight of your current purpose, no?❞

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  ▆ ❀ ; —— Lightly tilts head, shutting book on page that seemed                         too interesting not to read back to later. 

       “ Hm? Nah -- not really. It’s nice to look forward             to something, sometimes it can keep you going.”

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      ❝Hide.. do you ever find it.. fickle to ah, look forward to the future?❞

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     -- “ Eh ?” 

   “ Alright, alright, I give up. What’s your     name this time? Do I have to play my      part and guess? That’s not very much     difficult for me to do. I can observe and     enunciate words well. “

     “ I’ve never… – game?      —– Have I met you before? “

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     -- “ Ahee-- oh well, then what is your name?            Didja’ change it? I like this game.”

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     “ …? that’s not – “

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     ---”Hmn, no singal here”   

 ▆ ❀ ; —— Walking along, he held the cell phone up toward the sky, thinking that it may help with lack of any kind of  gesture, action, that would be used to convey that there wold be any kind of connection with this crap device. Looking around, realizing of the background context that seemed to have been a subconscious walk into. Ally ways dark, lack of people and our animal’s a like and the smell of garbage lifted from the sewers. Perhaps taking a turn that was not ever acknowledged before was a bad idea. 

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  ▆ ❀ ; ——  It’s been a long afternoon and things were kind of becoming dreadful -- waiting to go places, weather not so patient with antics. Hands soon made small movements, through impatience, tugging at a hair tie to push back strands of long shoulder length hair to push from face. Leading to discomfort immediately; roots horrid and along with that he had to come up with excuses now as to why hats were necessary in every day wardrobe.  Tugging at the tie, it soon descended from finger tips to floor at feet. With a hefty substantial sigh, lips parted particularly to grumble under breath.  

          --” Kaneki, can you help me with this?”   

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