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❝You're going to catch a cold.❞ Saying his tone was nervous is an understatement. Desire was hot-headed, ready to start a war because Ren opened his mouth and although he was used to it by now, it didn't sting any less. Yet Restraint still worried, cared and without thinking twice he put his jacket around the other's shoulders. He'll deal with the downfall later.

the  rain  had  stopped     moments  after  he  woke  up  from  his  nap  ,  jerked  awake  by  the  deahtly  scenery  painted  in  his  dreams.  it  would  be  a  place  to  thrive  in  ,  if  it  didn’t  make  him  so  sick  when  remembering  his  death  ,  if  the  voices  didn’t  blame  him.  still  half  asleep  ,  heartbeat  racing  wildly  in  his  chest  ,  he  made  his  way  to  the  veranda  ,  ignoring  ren  who  was  standing  on  the  chair.  after  opening  the  door  ,  he  inhaled  deeply  ,  closing  his  eyes  then  leaning  on  the  railings  ,  resting  his  head  in  his  hands.

minutes  of  silence  passed  him  by  ,  or  maybe  the  world  was  deafened  by  the  burdens  of  his  heart  ,  until  ren’s  voice  caught  his  attention.   [ DESIRE ]  did  not  mind  the  cold  air  on  his  exposed  skin.  the  t-shirt  and  summer  shorts  did  little  to  warm  him  up  ,  but  the  fresh  after  rain  breeze  comforted  him.  the  jacket  is  welcomed  ,  however.  sly  doesn’t  move  ,  gaze  focused  on  the  ground.  the  nightmares  drained  him  of  energy  ,  his  fighting  spirit  heavily  diminished  under  the  haunting  voices  screaming  for  help  still  echoing  in  his  ears.    ‘  thanks.  ’   a  quiet  mutter  ,  voice  soft  ,  too  soft  for  his  liking.

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                              BEARER OF THE CONSEQUENCE , BIRDSONG , BURNT - THROAT WARBLED THROUGH THE SWEAT / TEARS / MIGRAINE PRESSURE ; EYES BLOOM LIKE FLOWER STALKS , RED LIKE THE ROSES ON MY DOORSTEP , RED LIKE THE SKIN CAUGHT BETWEEN YOUR TEETH .       TRUE ROUTE BAD END AOBA SERAGAKI. PROMO CRED.

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sonorobo replied to your post: aobun replied to your post: ...

there’s also a stylish extension that you can install which makes all the text in the tumblr browser a uniform size!! i use it bc my eyes are …….. bad

i would install stylish but my laptop is shit and anything that uses cpu makes it lag but thank u for letting me know !! also might be useful for the ppl who follow me and don’t fancy super small text !!

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aobun replied to your post: btw if u can’t read the super small text let me...

oh the dash, the formatting is perfectly readable ( at least in my opinion ) its when its on your theme it can get hard to read with the different fonts for bold and italics. but aesthetics though. you do you

thank you for letting me know !!  i think i’ll just change the theme entirely, maybe to something more simple and accessible !

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✮ ren

“N-Not funny, Sly..!” He complains, looking away and crosses his arms.

‘  nah  ,  sorry  dog  man  ,     but  it’s  pretty  funny  to  me.  see ?  i’m  doing  it  again.  you’re  so  easy  to  mess with.  ’

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btw if u can’t read the super small text let me know and i’ll only use the small one <3

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✮ reason

    “ OF COURSE I would. ” Though he replies amusedly, his sincerity is unmistakable.  “ Thank you for agreeing. I won’t bug you about it for at least another week after this. ”

‘  sure  you  won’t.    you  nag  me  like  a mum.  ’    he  doesn’t  mind.  the  care  and  worry  that  aoba  shows  towards  him  warms  him  up  ,  but  he  would  not  confess  these  feelings.  he  rushes  downstairs  ,  a  loud  hi  granny !   coming  from  him  before  he  sits  at  the  table  ,  eyes  closed  as  he  inhales  the  smell  of  fresh  food.   ‘  man  ,  i should  dine  with  you  two  more  often.  ’

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✮ noiz

                ❛  maybe .  ❜      not agreement  ,  but not  not  agreement .   he can’t say he feels one way or the other about  ‘ pretentiousness ’  as long as they serve their purpose .      ❛  they make the game more fun though .  ‘specially for you  ,  right ?  ❜      gaze shifts  ,  lazy focus directed toward present company as he continues  :      ❛  you’d get pretty bored if all you had were the older models to go against .  ❜

        ‘  they  sure  do.  ’      tint  of  excitement  could  be  read  in  his  words  and  tone  ,  pride  in  his  abilities  visible  to  any  creature  with  two  working  eyes.    ‘  ‘s  even  more  fun  seeing  the  faces  of  those  proud  monkeys  when  i  end  them  with  a  model  from  2012.  ah  ,  which  reminds  me.  did  you  build  yours ?  ’

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✮ mink

              — “Want to be the first to be sold to verify it?”

‘  nah !!    satan’s  had  enough  of  my  shit.  i’m  pretty  sure  he’s  had  enough  of  yours  too.  ’

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✮ virus

Virus was putting together an answer for the first little part of Sly’s questions. However, everything came to a crashing stop when he heard the mention of a collar. There was suddenly something in him that made him stand before slamming his hands on the table, hard enough to make the mugs fall over. As one fell to the ground, Virus was balling his fingers up. He was panting, pink creeping across his nose as a newfound anger rushed over him. “Don’t. You dare. Ever. Speak to me like that again.” The muscles in his now fists were twitching, like they wanted to jerk Sly by the neck and remind him just who Virus was. However, composer won this round and Virus stayed put, pupils barely above a needle-point as he stared the other down. Composer may have won, sure, but Virus was no where near done with being angry

there  it  is.    the  punch  on  the  table  makes  him  freeze  where  he’s  sitting  ,  gaze  however  following  virus’  eyes  ,  searching  for  anger  and for  hatred.  anything  that  would  give  away  who  he  really  is.  drops  of  tea  hit  the  floor  as  the  mugs  roll  to  a  stop  on  the  table  ,  those  being  the  only  sounds  that  follow  virus’  threat  before  sly  opens  his  mouth  again.

‘  oh.  so  that  gets  to  you  ,  huh ?  you  don’t  like  collars ?  ’    his  viciousness  will  bring  his  demise  (  it  already  did  ,  when  a  self  -  proclaimed  saviour  took  his  head  )   but  it  is  this  trait  that  makes  him  who  he  is :   DESIRE.   he  desires  destruction  of  things  ,  of  people  ,  he  desires  to  be  entertained  by  virus  falling  apart  ,  he  desires  to  see  the  worst  that  there  is  in  the  yakuza.    ‘  what’re  you  gonna  do ?  ’

he  leans  in  ,  arms  now  half  rested  on  his  legs  ,  and  looks  at  the  man  from  where  he’s  sitting.  a  tickle  on  his  back  ,  his  heart  pumping  blood  ,  pupils  dillated  with  interest   ---   aggression  and  adrenaline  take  over.   ‘  are  you  gonna  break ?   i  thought  you  were  well  trained.  ’

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are u a boy or a girl?

im a dumbass

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STARTERS CALL !     i’ll  be  selective  with  these  but  feel  free  to  like  this.

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✮ reason

          “ OKAY, OKAY! Cut it out. ” Jamming his elbow into Sly’s rib cage ( delicately , but hard enough to put just a touch of distance between them ) Aoba sticks his tongue out at him pointedly. “ She made a bunch of rice, you can find out the rest if you sit through one whole meal. Dessert, too. ”

he  backs  away    once  pushed  by  aoba’s  elbow  ,  hand  rubbing  at  his  ribs  while  making  his  way  towards  the  stairs.   ‘  yeah  ,  i’ll  eat  everything  just  so  you  stop  nagging  me.  if  i  get  sick  you’re  the  one  who’ll  take  care  of  me  ,  anyway.  ’

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✮ ren

“Wh- I’m agreeing with you!” He huffs.”It’s not my fault they’re doing construction…”

he  can��t  be  mad.     ‘  i  was  just  messing  with  you.  ’

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‘  the  new  allmate  models     are  so  pretentious.  they’re  good  during  rhyme  ,  i’ll  give  them  that.  ’   //  @painull​

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STARTERS CALL !     i’ll  be  selective  with  these  but  feel  free  to  like  this.

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✮ mink

             — “I would sell you to satan for one (1) corn chip.”

‘  pretty  fucking  bold    of  you  to  assume  satan  likes  corn  chips.  ’