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lol those new fr polaroids are stinky ai

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he was in danger…

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the seven veils (souharu)

“I’m scared,” Sousuke admits, mouth pressed into a grim line. With the shadows under his eyes, his unstyled hair, and the way he slouches in the car seat, he finally looks the part of an overworked, underpaid, and emotionally rundown investigator. It’s an interesting shift from his usual put-together, no-nonsense, let’s get this done and over with grace. Haru doesn’t mind the change. He tips his head to glance at Sousuke quizzically. “Of what, ghosts? It’s a bit late for that now, Yamazaki.” Sousuke grunts. “No, your hand on mine. It’s very intense.”

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aquarius

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auld lang souharu

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@iskabee and I drew soumako and souharu in the style of the chibi keychains

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happy fralloween

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happy fralloween

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happy fralloween

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happy soumako day

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.🎂💙🎂.

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nobody leaves shadows in dublin (souharu)

a gift for @iskabee

Haru wonders where precisely Sousuke came from. Another planet? Maybe that strange little town, Iwatobi, that Makoto told him about once while trying to distract himself from a predictable horror movie they’d watched. Haru definitely remembers talk of mer-people and human-sized penguins. It’s entirely possible Makoto mentioned something about shoeless cryptids.

“I wasn’t planning to go far.” The grin broadens again, self-confident and serene. “You busy later?”

Yes, I am, Haru thinks. Very busy.

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