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                And I Hope One day                                                                             We Find Our Way….            

( ‘Till Then We’ve got an Awful Lot to Lose )

                                                                  so get up and MOVE- !

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( Still fixing / Re-setting up some pages but this blog is moving over to @mechagym ! 

All threads will be continued there! ^^ / }

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( think I’m going to go ahead and move this blog to a full one rather than a side blog

My classes are done for the week so today is a good day as any

Both muses are staying but my tags on the new blog might be a bit more inspired from Kazuichi’s POV, since he is the easier one for me to write and seems to be most people’s favourite anyways. )

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Topic: is Akane more likely/willing to show the more weaker or vulnerable sides of herself she normally wouldn't show at all to people she's very close with?

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Akane tries to close herself off of her emotions no matter how close she is to someone; or more accurately - she will deny them and try to replace them with something else. In fact, the closer you get to her, the more likely she is to try and pretend like she doesn’t have any fears or vulnerabilities. 

She does, however, ‘slip up’ more frequently with people she’s become close to. It’s an unconscious thing, however. She will begin to start talking about her past more often and show more emotion than she usually would - but it is neither voluntary on her part or completely understood by her.

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     I’ve been doing this 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞.          They call it a problem,                    But baby, I 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸.

            This shit is 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦.                  People, they just 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 and 𝒈𝒐.

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she is so beautiful im shaking

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📱akane!

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📱 for Souda, please.~

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Also Bonus for the lolz: 

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I shaded something. only the best for the girl of my dreams…..

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📱 (for miu and souda perhaps? *eyes emoji*)

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Send “📱” For a text conversation between our muses!

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“Disassemble, reassemble, see how it goes… Disassemble, reassemble, see how it goes… Doing that over and over gets my brain moving!”

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{ Some Nirvana inspired tag drops because guess what I’ve been listening to all day on the bus } 

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[ Hideaki ]  

Hideaki seemed to perk up just a little at the offer of a game of chess, a small glimmer of light blinked in his scarlet eyes and he let out a small gasp of shock. Would he really play? To at least get one, maybe two games from the mechanic before he inevitably quit like all those before - it would be something at least! People always eventually were turned off at playing against him after all, Hideaki was unbeaten in chess, draughts, go, shogi, mah-jong.. even snakes and ladders. Undefeated thanks to his immense strategy skills.  

“You would play me?” Hideaki repeated quietly, the shock causing him to speak clearly as he forgot his nerves. They quickly returned, but there was genuine thanks in his tone. 

“I would.. truly a-appreciate that, thank you Kazuichi-san. Wh-Whether you w-win or not, what m-matters is what you l-learn from the game…” 

There was no way Kazuichi would win. 

Still, despite his little desire for anything other than a strong coffee. Hideaki’s stomach was louder than his words. It growled, and the tall boy winced a little - how long had it been since he ate? A few days at least, that was probably why he blacked out so quickly after being startled. He could use the crackers from the canteen for certain, and if Souda had more, he’d appreciate that as well. 

“Just c-crackers will be fine, I would… g-get sick from the brownie. But really.. I sh-should be able to get them from the c-canteen without t-troubling you further. Th-Thank you.”

🔧 - Now that the boy was standing, Kazuichi was beginning to realize just how freaking tall this guy really was...he didn’t notice it before when he had been on the floor, and barely had any time to register it beforehand. If he didn’t know any better by now, he’d....probably have been intimidated by him, honestly. The nasty scar he has on his face also made him a bit wary but...now wasn’t the time for that.

Focus, Kazuichi. Focus.

He had been too lost in his own thoughts again to hear the small gasp that came from his classmate, but the mechanic did note the rather odd response to a suggestion he had made offhandedly to try and ease any remaining tension. 

“Huh? I mean...yeah, of course....why wouldn’t I?”  - no use trying to hide up his geek side now. The other guy was probably just shocked to know a punk like him played at all, right? “Geez, it’s n-not like it’s a huge deal.” His stutter made him an obvious and terrible liar. He hadn’t played with a friend in years. 

“Hell, we could even play one today....it’s not like we’ve got classes or anything. I’m pretty sure it’s just the two of us here aside from some of the staff, too.”

Now that he thought about it.. finding someone else here during break was honestly pretty awesome! This guy’s obviously not a jerk, so maybe he’d have a chance to make a friend, right? 

“Awh, that sucks, dude. You allergic to chocolate or something?” He did note the other teen’s stomach growling, though....huh. Maybe it was closer to lunchtime than he remembered. Or maybe he just hadn’t eaten breakfast.  

“Aaaaanyway, let’s get going. J-just because I offered doesn’t mean I’m gonna wait all day if you fall behind me on the way, you know.”

Damn stutter again. Of course he’d slow down for him if that were the case. 

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‌[ Saionji ]

“     my… FOOD     ?     ”     if hiyoko had not monopolized the idea of a poker face, she would seem s u r p r i s e d.     souda was no mr. porkfeet     ——     yeah, he did indulge in that disgusting sugary garbage he had called soda, but otherwise hiyoko had yet to witness much     :     so for him to ogle her food like it was a blonde girl with big tits and a huge ass     ?     unusual, to say the least. 

single blonde brow arches, amber hues giving souda a once-over.     curious.     simply curious.     “    what     ?    have you never seen traditional japanese goodies before     ?     all that western shit’s gonna rot your brain, you know.     ”      a triumphant pause.     “     judging from the looks of it, it already has.     ”

her cattish, girlish titter fills the air for a moment before hiyoko eyed souda, once again.     “     really. have you never had mushi-pan before     ?      ”     lithe fingers cloaked beneath her orange furisode picked up the sweet and offered it to him.     “     here. try it. it’s strawberry flavored. your world’s about to be blown.     ”

🔧 - He gave a quick nod at his classmate’s suspicions, cheeks turning a certain shade of red as he did so. Maybe in another other situation, he`d have turned this into a perverted joke to solidify his reputation as someone just acting how a guy his age should  ( or what Kazuichi perceived as normal, anyways )...but with Hiyoko? Eugh, he didn’t want people to start thinking he was some sort of pedophile.

He gave a scoff at the insult that was thrown his was next, even if the cowardly mechanic looked away for a moment at the accusation. Yeah...he knew he wasn’t that smart...a real gear head, but lacking the innovation or intelligence compared to someone like Miu. 

“Seen them? Uh, sometimes...yeah...but the western stuff was cheaper were I lived, so that’s what I had to stick with. With how much my old man spends on beer, you can’t afford to be picky” He had to build up his facade of confidence again as he spoke, something about being talked down to by someone like her really wasn’t cool at all...dammit.  

He blinked once or twice at the sweet offered to him, eyeing the dancer with rather suspicious eyes. It wasn’t like her to be nice, was it? Surely there had to be a catch....but darn....that morsel looked way to good to pass up...

He muttered a quick, begrudging word of thanks before plucking it from her. Within moments, his eyes were shinning with more wonder and amazement then they probably had ever been eyeing Princess Sonia.

“O-oh man! You weren’t kidding! T-this is amazing!”

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[ Some Other Kid ] 

It wasn’t even her that had brought on that fear of having the cops brought onto him; with swift judgement. It was more so that he was out past his curfew set tentatively by Sojiro and thus; came the risk of almost being kicked out if he were to catch him.

If only it were as simple as beating them up; Hikaru wouldn’t be one to turn up his nose at his problems being solved that way, but he wasn’t a unstoppable force–Kaneshiro however? He’s a immovable object at the moment and something that brings fear to his heart to a degree.

“They have guns; and they have pictures that could get me expelled from school–”Here he is, telling a stranger his troubles. How funny.  “If it could be solved by doing that, I absolutely would, but he’s trying to extort me and my friends.”

🥢 - “Hmm, yeah - I get ya...sounds tough.” She nods in understanding. Guns were scary pieces of work, able to close the gap between an expert fighter and an amateur without taking either of their skills into account...they weren’t fair. She should know, having been on the receiving end of a shot before, and more grazing bullets than she could count. That’s when an idea hits her. 

She used the sleeve of her shirt to brush away any remaining pieces of glass from her broken window, sitting up on the windowsill as she talks to the stranger on the other side.

“But they’ve only got dirt on you guys, right?” she gave a grin, confidence building as she spoke. “Say someone like me busts in and gives one of their asses a real beatdown, that’d be the last thing they’d expect, wouldn’t it?”

She pounded one of her firsts into her hands, giving a small chuckle to emphasize her words. 

“I got a good gut feeling about you kid...you need a distraction tonight? Just say the word. I’ll put on a show they’ll never forget!”