#she'll just tell you to keep them somewhere she won't necessarily have to see them all the time

[cerise-on-top]

hi<3 if you can, can you do valeria and laswell with a gothic s/o? like someone who likes darker/morbid things and things like that! love your blog by the way! it’s definitely my favorite blog to come look at after a long ass day <333

Hey there! Sorry, but I couldn't really find too much on what counts as dark and morbid in the goth scene, so I wrote more general HCs, I hope that's alright still ^^;

Valeria and Laswell with a Gothic!S/O

Valeria: She’d most definitely be intrigued, but not too much. In all honesty, she doesn’t know too much about the subculture, she’s never really met a goth who was clearly one. However, if it makes you happy, that’s all that matters to her. While she won’t really know too many bands, or any at all, she’d be more than happy to listen to a few if you want her to. Yes, she won’t always have the time, but when she isn’t too busy she could put on some songs by Joy Division or The Cure, she really doesn’t mind. She can vibe to that sort of music, even if it isn’t her favorite. You’re more than welcome to discuss the literature with her, though. She’s probably never read a single gothic literature book, but she can buy you some. Anything from poetry to a regular novel, it’s quite alright. While she won’t be the best person to go to when it comes to discussing those, she’ll support you either way. However, something she could definitely enjoy would be going clothes shopping with you. The fashion is kind of nice, she has to admit, so she’d be more than happy to buy you whatever garments you desire. Will go out of her way to find something you might like as well. I can’t see her being too much into the history of goth culture, though. It’s nice that you are a goth, if you want to tell her about it, then you can and she’ll listen to you, but she likely doesn’t have the time to research everything by herself. Tell her about its roots and she can definitely appreciate you going against what’s mainstream and how it all came to be. She’s a very defiant and rebellious woman herself, so she definitely gets it.

Laswell: She knows so many people, I wouldn’t be surprised if she has worked with goths before. And even if she hasn’t directly, she’s likely seen quite a few walking around the city. She usually grows worried for them in summer since their attire is black, which makes it quite hot. However, she’d be very intrigued by you and your subculture. It’s something very near and dear to you, so she would put in the effort to learn about your history. Will give some classic bands a listen as well. She just really wants to have something to talk about with you. Besides, she gets to learn more about you. While she may not be the biggest fan of your interest in death, considering she’s surrounded by it more often than not, she’d be more than happy to indulge anything else it has to offer. Laswell spent a good chunk of life left alone with her thoughts, so she definitely knows a thing or two about melancholy, the state of the world and introspection. Maybe not in the same way you do, but she can definitely keep up in a conversation. She’s likely also unintentionally read some of the more popular gothic novels out there and liked them, so she’d make for a good discussion partner as well. While she doesn’t particularly understand the need to make your face completely white, she doesn’t mind. In fact, she thinks it looks quite cool, even if it’s not for her. However, the fashion in and of itself looks really good to her. Again, she wouldn’t want to wear it, but something about Victorian and Edwardian fashion has a certain something to it that she can’t quite place. Like Valeria, she’ll definitely buy you things she thinks you might like. Anything from a suit or a corset to a book about poetry. Beware, though, she will read the books before you can.

[watatsumiis]

Reactions to Being Ignored for Video Games (part 1)

Exactly what it says on the tin! Modern AU Genshin characters react to the reader not paying attention to them in favour of a video game!

Characters: Ayato, Arlecchino, Baizhu, Capitano, Childe, Cyno

Part 2 (Dainsleif, Diluc, Dottore, Foul Legacy, Gorou, Itto)

Part 3 (Heizou, Kaveh, Kazuha, Lisa, Pantalone, Pierro)

Ayato is undoubtedly pouty about it. He gripes and grumbles to himself, but won’t just outright express what he’s feeling. He'll sit in your peripheral with his arms crossed and an unamused look on his face. It isn't often that he gets time off just to spend with you, so he takes it as a grievous offence if you don't want to do something with him. He isn't the type of person to particularly enjoy playing video games or watching others play them, so he'll just act like a stick in the mud until you set the game aside and give him some attention - then all will immediately be forgiven, or he'll just complain to Ayaka or Thoma later, then grumble when they joke that he's jealous of a game console. 

Arlecchino will just outright bitch at you - not necessarily in a mean or rude way, just in that signature way of hers where you can't quite tell if she's joking or not. She may snatch the device or controller from your hands to play a round or two and certainly won't say no if you offer to take it in turns (be warned though, she's prone to bouts of gamer rage). As long as she has at least some semblance of your attention, she's usually okay - but if you're ignoring her entirely, prepare to have your gaming session well and truly interrupted. If you don't let her play, or, gods forbid, continue to ignore her, she'll get snippy and annoyed, huffing and puffing and stomping about the room as she waits for you to give her attention.  

Baizhu is almost painfully polite about it - if you miss something he's said or don't respond, he'll just let out a breathy little sigh and shake his head and sit somewhere nearby to wait until you're done and he has your full attention - he struggles to compete with noisy devices when talking aloud and usually doesn't mind hanging on until you're ready to talk to him. He'll just read a book or do something on his phone for as long as it takes, but his very presence in the room seems to be loud in some way, though he himself isn't. It's just always extremely obvious that he's in there with you, keeping a close eye on your every move and waiting to say what he wants to say. 

Capitano doesn't really care unless he's trying to tell you something urgent (in which case he just plucks the device from your hand to make sure he has your full attention). He likes spending quiet time with his loved ones and is more than happy to sit in the corner and read a book, or quietly watch you play your game. He doesn't have much interest in participating, but he likes seeing people engage in things that make them happy. If you offer him a controller to play with, he seems to almost get flustered as he shakes his head and insists that he's fine just watching. He's too darn polite for his own good. 

Childe cannot stand not being in the centre of your attention. The moment he realises you're more absorbed in your game than you are in his mere presence, he turns into the embodiment of that one annoying little cousin at the family gathering. "Hey, what are you playing?" "Can I play too?" "Why are you being so quiet?" "Are you concentrating?" "Why won't you talk to me?" He's all up in your face, prodding and poking and pulling at you until you eventually snap and ask him what he wants - he usually doesn't really want anything except your unwavering attention. If you keep up the charade of ignoring him long enough, he'll practically start climbing all over you like a needy puppy, grumbling and pouting all the while. 

Cyno doesn't really mind - or doesn't even notice that your attention isn't on him. If possible, he'll just pick up a controller and jump into the game without even asking, or he'll sit right beside you to watch, so close that he's pressed up against you. He loves providing commentary like a mid 2010s YouTuber. Whether the act is satire or not is a hotly debated mystery amongst everybody who knows him, it's still pretty funny to hear though. His reactions are always so over the top and hilarious - if you play a horror game, rest assured he'll be hiding under the nearest blanket or clinging to you at the first jumpscare. If it's a strategy game, he'll put on a voice like a sports announcer and comment on your every move. Comedy genius, honestly.

Please don't repost, steal, copy or otherwise plagarise my writing! This includes posting translations to other sites (without credit + permission).

[benthicbaetyl]

Blogoblag Intro and Overview Post

(This Barbie believes she is incapable of sin!)

Hi, Tumblr! You've stumbled onto a roleplay blog for the webcomic Homestuck. This is a small personal project - I need to be incentivized to take some notes for a fanventure somewhere, basically. It will eventually look like something of a cross between serialized epistolary novel, scrapbook, worldbuilding exercise and fever dream diary. There is a story and a tagging system to facilitate it, although it will be punctuated by (diegetically sort of plot-relevant, honestly just me rping) digressions into other worlds.

If you're not looking for that, here's a handy cut, and you're free to go!

(In the future, most of this will be replaced with a blog page, but right now I can't do that, so I want it out of the way here.)

Oh, you're still here! Well, hi, then! Please, by all means, feel free to peruse, but first let's get some basic things out of the way.

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The Way of Things

This is a sideblog, my hands are tied in all relevant ways. I will tell you my main if the need arises (but from there we'll probably be offsite friends first). Please don't tag it in things when I do!

I post when I post, and you post when you post! It's like roleplaying over message in bottle. It is not necessarily the case that either of our interactions will touch our little fanworlds in very big ways, but I cherish each, all the same.

I love to read about jerks, but be sure you're not trying to be a jerk ooc.

On this blog, there will be no nsfw -- this is by far not the character or the forum, and I want everyone to feel comfortable here. You may also be sure of a lack of gore, because I don't like it. Related topics will be described tastefully.

I won't post or interact with drama here. I will try to keep pure OOC to a minimum (tagged #ooc), but you may see OOC or meta footnotes like this. Green like Doc Scratch's asides, you see?

I have no restrictions or regulations about the way other people write with me. That ship sailed long, long ago, and now I'm a normal person who respects your time and your sincere effort. Please, whatever length and style you like! I only bite a little!

Canon-typical trigger warnings for Homestuck apply here. I'm going to umbrella-tag particularly heinous but normal trollisms under #canon-typical dead peacebeast, but I will granulate that into smaller tags on request, and update this post as more things happen to Talasa.

Muse-specific TWs (things relevant to Talasa personally that you can expect a goodly quantity of): familial abuse and harm to children (canon-typical or at least canon-expectable), unhealthy sibling dynamics, mental illness, classism, ableism, sexism, described insect and fish biology, described blood (I will also tag other things as they arise and people ask for them).

Obviously oc friendly (people following a narrative will be able to filter asides, aus and dream meetings), though you'll soon see caveats - and Homestuck canon character writers might find themselves at a total loss in this AU, but I see no reason that it couldn't be worked out : )

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.•° The Muse °•.

Talasa Rakhav

° Designed by @thecrews-shenanigans and received for a song and a dance. Here I am making good on things! Feel free to check in from time to time.

° May be written at a variety of ages. I will tag pretty consistently, for reference, and a coherent timeline will eventually emerge...

° The framing device of the blog itself is that it's all stuff she either wrote or received. How your muse came across it (found it drifting in the Ring, long-forgotten? Read about it on a tabloid website?) or came in contact with her is up to you! Time is not necessarily linear here.

.•° Talasa's quirk looks like this! She's a charming young lady and I think you guys will like her. Sometimes she'll make little meta comments or replies; treat them like old chatroom style rp posts if you like. °•.

The Mun

☆ Em, any pronouns, 22. I don't mind writing with the youth, and I know you guys are reading no matter what I say or do. I want to tell you, okay, we're all one big community and I'm looking out for you -- but since that's true, I should also say this:

I don't think young people rping romance with adults, or even anybody more than 1-2 years older than them, is a good idea. Still say hi! I'd love to chat and otherwise be a good neighbour. Just, you know, don't go there, not with me or any other adult. Remember to be safe and keep your information private on the Internet.

☆ My intersectional identities don't really directly arise in my Homestuck fanfiction, although they probably do inform the worldbuilding in some indelible way. Have fun sussing them out! I shan't be forthcoming! Not here for that!

☆ I live with a partner, special needs cat and ferret. It gets busy sometimes.

☆ I'm forgetful and, sad to say, not very bright. I will bungle much, and often. I'm doing longform hybrid epistolary fiction/poll game repository/tumblr rp blog stuff anyway because I believe in me, or if not in me then in my friends who believe in me.

☆ I draw sometimes. Talasa here (as an audience aid for a totally freehand fan universe) is about to be responsible for a significant upswing in that.

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That's all for now, folks! But someday this will be a section for navigating by. Stay tuned!

[titanicfreija]

This one got long!

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"You!"

Freija turned to see the Hunter approaching at a swift pace, almost loud enough to hear. He had his knife in hand, and his ghost was chasing him and pleading for him to stop.

She looked around and pointed at herself with a questioning frown. Nothing about him seemed familiar, another Hunter in black with gold trim, one of the vests Freija could recognize but not name.

"Let me see this barricade."

Freija blinked at him and frowned. "If I was cheating, Shaxx would have had me out ages ago. Final death'ed my ass, the way I do it."

"I don't think--I mean, I did, but fireteam said they were legal. What's the weakness?"

Ahhh. Freija grinned at him and made a show of brushing off the ornamental blades. "You wanna see it or do you want me to tell you about it? We can head off somewhere to examine, not really something I wanna do in the city."

They sparrowed off to the EDZ, and before they even got out of the city, the questions started. To her surprise, it wasn't about her armor.

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The Hunter, whose name was Seth-8, was receptive, despite the initial brashness. He wasn't new, but he was a slow learner by his own admission, and it took him a lot of studying to figure out things that others didn't need to study, or else didn't care about.

"How long have you been in the Crucible?"

"About. A... Year and some? Sunny?"

"Our first ventures into the Crucible followed some brief ventures into the Iron Banner tournament. Those were in late spring, early summer."

"Year and a half?"

"Perhaps a year and eight months?"

"Now you're just being picky."

Sunny giggled and they heard Seth laughing over the comms. "So you'll know a lot more than me."

Freija shrugged, forgetting he wasn't watching her. "I mean, maybe? The things I felt improved the most were not necessarily what I actually got better at doing. Sometimes it's hard to remember how good I've gotten because I remember that I was terrible, but I don't actually remember what it's like to be terrible. And sometimes I still feel like I'm terrible, even though my crap is my old best."

"You were actually bad?"

"Someone on my own team hunted me and my friend down after a match to yell at us," she promised. "I was bad. She still won't go back in."

Seth was quiet for a little while.

"So there's hope. I wouldn't believe me if I told me how good I am now. I'm still not Trials good, but I'm miles away from where I was."

Seth was audibly heartened. "Where did you feel you improved best?"

"Map knowledge is a huge factor. Getting used to corners, angles, knowing where people are going to head, learning when they're going to change it up. I'm actually really good at that part. Knowing where to hide. And being able to stand hiding, but you're a hunter, that's what you do."

Seth's ghost snickered. "He's still learning," he told them as Seth frantically hissed at him.

"Don't worry, you'll get better. I wasn't a good Titan, either. Still not a good striker."

"See?" Seth said.

They pulled up into a demolished highway and hopped off their sparrows, and Freija put up a barricade, a rippling window in the air in front of them.

"And you can shoot through it?"

"Us not being enemies right now, you can, too," Freija said, kicking a rock through the rippling window.

He pulled his hand cannon and fired through. "Nice." He stepped through it just as it fell. "That was short, wasn't it? The big ones take longer?"

"Damn, that much shorter that a non-Titan noticed?" She laughed.

"Oh, my girlfriend is a Titan, we run strikes, and she's given me the hiding place pretty regular. She won't come into crucible with me."

Freija laughed again and held a hand up to shake Seth's. "Mine, neither. I get jealous, sometimes, she'll go into Gambit with my roommate, but not Crucible with me."

"Oh, man, right?" He laughed. "I tried, but everything was shooting at me and I couldn't keep up with anything, and I'll be honest, the way I fight, the light mods in my armor and stuff are about useless. I'm good with a couple of reloaders. S'why I'm in the crucible. But I'm getting my ass kicked! So-- help me out. You weren't the best k/d, but you were the best k/d with actual zone caps."

Freija snickered. "I'll cap a zone with my dying breath," she explained. "But anyway." She put up another barricade.

"No curve," he said aloud. "What do you do about that?"

"Step into it and hope they miss," she said with a shrug. "Try not to line it up with long open areas."

He nodded and frowned. "And if I'm facing one?"

"Hunter? Run. I'm stuck with my barricade or I'm stuck without it and getting me to chase is a great counter. Titans, barricade. Mine will die first. There's a few grenades that'll get me to run, but I run away and reposition and I'll probably have it back before I get where I think is good."

Seth nodded. "What do you know about the other exotic pieces? You guys have gauntlets and sleeves all over, but that chest piece with the bullet holes? Why do they make it like that?"

"They don't, they're falling through holes in space time," Freija mumbled. "Actually, I think it's because the stuff is so special and weird that in order to replicate it, they have to replicate flaws, too."

"Falling through--what?"

"I'm kidding, it was a joke--my girlfriend told me that the pieces of armor and weapons we call exotic are supposed to be the only ones, and between that and Xur, who is definitely a warp in spacetime, it's a joke I tell."

Freija could feel Seth staring even from under his helmet.

"I said it's a joke, I can make up shit when I'm a walking corpse animated by magic, thank you," she said. "Getting used to that took me a minute."

"I forget a lot," Seth said. "I don't feel like I really died, though. More like another reset, just one that didn't go right."

Freija's turn to stare. "That must be weird," she agreed. "Lessee. The armor with the bullet holes is good for our light, but we end up using it all and then exhausting it and needing to wait. They're not bad, and if you can keep your light fed, it's fine, but facing them? They'll almost definitely combine a grenade with a melee or a barricade, and they'll be in a hurry to use the third one, so catch them while they're in a rush and down some Light."

Seth nodded firmly.

"I do not know what Dunemarchers do in crucible anymore. They used to be insane and got tuned, and now everyone wears synothceps instead. Those are the arms with the," she used her hand to gesture at the shoulder. "They punch far."

The Hunter nodded.

"Warlocks like those snake arms, and I cannot remember what they do," she said all at once.

Seth snickered. "It's actually reassuring to know that someone as good as you doesn't have the catalogue memorized. I know some of the sweats in the ramen shop were talking like it was basic knowledge."

"Synothceps, St0mp-335, the one with the bullet holes, and the warlock ones with the snakes are pretty well the ones everyone knows about. Frosties and citan's are not unheard of, but I keep finding people that don't recognize my shit anyway."

Seth snickered. "So you're breaking the meta?"

"Don't let anyone tell you there's a meta. They're either wrong or an asshole, and you don't need to be dealing with either one. Yes, some weapons are more effective under certain circumstances, these are most damaging, etcetera, but at the end of the day, no matter how good your kit is, if you can't aim? Don't know your map? Forget to check your radar? Not gonna help."

Seth nodded slowly.

"And I am a sweat. I'm here to tell you. I've gotten my ranks and I'm still running Citan's and Mida Multitool. And I can't snipe worth a damn. I'm not Trials good, but swapping to meta now would just screw up what I work with."

"You tried sniping?"

"Beloved and Frozen Orbit are good guns, I like the scope and nothing else on Occluded Finality, Long Shadow is trash, and the others didn't make enough impression to-- ah, the Festival of the Lost one, that one makes a fun noise. And I can hardly use them at real distance against the Vex, let alone in the crucible on a guardian."

Seth nodded, but Freija could see the relief.

"The sweats at the ramen shop scare you?"

He wagged his head, then shook it.

"Eh, intimidated, made you second guess, you know what I mean."

He nodded.

"Just stay away from 'em."

"They're not that bad."

"No, but they're not good, either. Trials Sweats are just gonna make the newblets feel like the bar is too high to try for. Shaxx is great, but you have to be in the crucible to hear him, and if you get scared at the door, he's no good."

Seth nodded again. "I'm not a newblet," he muttered under his breath. "Been Risen like three years or something."

"You'll be two in six weeks," chided his ghost. The Hunter looked away, embarrassed.

"I just turned two," she giggled. "Don't worry. Me and my girlfriend did nothing but strikes and explore for six months, before she finally ventured into Gambit with my roommate. Either way. Don't get discouraged, you'll get there."

He nodded. "You really started bad?"

"Another guy took me out for drinks after he felt bad for cussing me when we lost," she told him. "Started telling me about when he was bad, too."

Seth laughed aloud. "Did he cuss you that bad?"

"No, he just remembered being bad, too. We who have improved reflect on our humble beginnings and impart mercy, after we get good enough."

Seth looked away again and muttered so his comms barely picked up, "Oh, that's happened."

"What, someone left you alive?"

"They let me run past and didn't kill me," he agreed. "Was the worst insult of my life."

"Oof," Freija agreed. "You'll get there."

"I hope so. Thanks for helping, I needed the pep talk after what your teammate did with that damn auto rifle."

"Oh, Sweet Business -- don't fuck with that one. Drop a grenade and bouncy-run side to side."

Seth laughed. "There, that's what I need to learn. Can I call you when I go back in? Or if I catch you in, wanna team up? If you're good for a carry? Drinks until my girlfriend gets back? She's in gambit, last I checked with her." He adjusted his visor. "Yeah. So drinks in the Tower? Invite your girlfriend?"

"Is this the making friends portion of post-crucible shop talk? I'm not very good at that."

"You were doing fine until you figured out what was happening," he laughed. "I wanna make a Titan joke about the combat brains, but I feel like they're overdone."

"I'll make it. I hope your girlfriend has crayons to share."

"Race you back?" Seth straddled his sparrow and let it hover to sit on.

[existentialstatesofmind]

Opening Up

Clare: made a face. “Sounds like a punishment. Was she trying to educate you or prove some point? I don’t think my mom is willing to go there. She answered some questions I had last year and it was actually more uncomfortable for her.” She nodded when Kota mentioned Skins. “Oh right, I have watched Skins and Game of Thrones is another one full of nudity. I don’t mind cute boy butts but I could do without gratuitous sex scenes.” Clare closed her eyes when it got to be too much. “I like crab so that would be okay. Not necessarily! I eat seafood just not fish. I won’t be the only one. Someone else will try it and not like it.” Clare protested. What were the odds a group of Canadians were all going to love raw fish? She couldn’t even stomach fried fish! “I’m fine with cooking it though. I’ve never thrown up from the smell alone.” She smiled at the mention of having weekends without Emi. “I hope she doesn’t forget about us.” Clare chuckled knowing how many friends Emi had left behind in Japan. She talked about them a lot. “Can I demand date nights?” Clare asked curiously. “Good point. I place more importance on stuff like kissing and cuddling since it’s all we’re doing right now. K.C did not.” She shrugged. “I wouldn’t kiss another guy unless it was part of an act. Probably not even to make you jealous.” Clare hoped she wouldn’t have a reason to test that theory. “Of course I’d like to be a waitress! Thanks.” She gave exaggerated groan at Kota’s insistence it was cute. “No way.” Clare looked at her boyfriend in askance. “I have to keep track of how much money I’m spending! Somewhat at least. Dad’s not going to ask for receipts, it will just show up somewhere. Credit card statements, how much I withdraw from his bank account…” Her voice trailed off. “If you’re talking about buying me clothes, fine, I promise not to. I’ll trust you not to spoil me. What?!” Clare squealed in horror at the mention of dead turtles and other unthinkable things. There was no telling whether or not Emi’s mom would come back for her. If Emi left, she’d miss her and hope for visits. “I don’t want to hide our relationship. Not forever. We have to get them on board one step at a time. Then if they’re assholes about Emi...well. I’m not going to expose her to them. My parents wouldn’t have any problem with you raising your little cousin if you were in your 20s. They’re prejudiced against teenagers.” Clare grumbled. “I’m glad.” She whispered giving him one last lingering kiss. “Anything’s possible.” She insisted. “Kota being famous is news to me!” Clare nodded. “Ah. I’ve only been to Maine on ski vacations. I’m still working on going to New York. So my perspective is a bit skewed. Fashion’s dead last here. Kids at school still think they can just hassle Kota for Murder Bunny products. Music’s held in a higher regard.” She told Melanie. “Jimmy Fallon wears Murder Bunny? They do? Kota is?!” Clare looked like she’d been told the earth was flat after all. “Oh wow.” She looked at Kota as he explained about the fashion show and the lingerie line. She remembered the first time she slept over at his house and how Kota was baffled about Clare not wanting him to see her bra when she wasn’t even wearing it. He was desensitized. Her lips twitched as she suppressed hysterical laughter. Clare glared at her boyfriend a little at the mention of how he wouldn’t be touching model's breasts. There should never be a question of that. It wasn’t professional. The rest of it Clare had to accept must be part of his job as a designer. But she really, really didn’t like him seeing half naked women! After Melanie left to change, Clare continued to listen to Kota. Then gaped at the photo of Sia and the accompanying letter. “She’s so cute, I guess it really is her!” Not like Clare knew Sia’s handwriting. “Kota I don’t know what to say. Your life is crazy amazing.” She handed back his treasures. “You look great Melanie. It’s true. Our only local celebs are hockey players. West Drive films here and the cast is mostly left alone.” Clare walked hand in hand with Kota to his car. She got in and buckled. “The mall’s good. There’s a Chipotle, a few other restaurants, or the usual food court fare.” She had to meet Alli later, anyway.

Kota: looked at Clare. "It was to educate us, though the movie The Girl Next Door taught us more than American Pie did and I don't believe there was nudity in The Girl Next Door either." he shrugged. "I've never seen Games Of Thrones to be honest." He admitted and looked at her. "We will probably have crab because Emi loves it. Connor hates seafood, but he likes tofu they will substitute fish with tofu. The only ones going to Japan that actually like sushi are me and Eli." he stated honestly and nodded when Clare mentioned being fine with cooking fish. "She'll be with us on weekdays so she won't forget about us." he chuckled. "You can demand date nights and I'm glad you won't kiss another guy to make me jealous because if you did that, it wouldn't make me jealous it'd make me think we were over so please don't do that." he chuckled softly at her next words. "No problem and some of the stuff in Japan is going to be written in Japanese in most places, if that's the case I'll only tell you if it's something you're going to buy and not something I'm buying for you and yes, they eat turtles and sharks in Japan." he assured. "If that's the case with your parents I'll show them report cards from TU to show them I can handle both." He suggested and Mel looked at him when Clare mentioned him being hassled. "The guy I saw last night hearing the football jacket when I went to surprise you.." she trailed off. "Wasn't hassling me, he needed to talk. Not many people can hassle me for Murder Bunny at school anymore. I've been busy with some things during free periods." He confirmed. "Yes, he does." Mel said going through her phone and showing Clare a screen cap she took of Jimmy Fallon showing off his MB socks on his show by putting his foot on his desk and lifting a pant leg. "It's not really crazy amazing." He chuckled knowingly, there were things in school that he was mixed up in that he couldn't share with Clare. "Thank you." Mel said looking at Clare as she stood in her disguise. Hearing Clare mention the mall caused him to nod. "The mall it is." He chimed and drove to the mall. Right as he turned in, he noticed someone behind him and sighed before parking. Once he got out of the car he was met by Todd, the yearbook photographer. "Thank you." Todd said and Kota looked at him. "I don't want your thanks." He stated venomously as he walked to help Clare out. "You stopped Owen from killing me." Todd stated. "I didn't do it for you. I did it to keep Owen out of trouble. Had it been a different guy I would let him kill you. I'm totally not on your side." He said wrapping his arm around Clare's waist and walking with Mel. "I asked to go to Japan, Simpson said to talk to you. It's for yearbook." Todd added and Kota stopped dead in his tracks before turning to the boy. "Over my cold dead body. There's no way in Hell I'm letting you on my plane especially with a camera. Are you fucking stupid?" He fumed as Todd fidgeted as Kota started to walk away. "It was an accident. I didn't mean to." Todd yelled and Kota turned to him. "Prove it." He said holding his hand out and looking at Todd as he looked down. "What would you do with them?" Todd asked. "What do you think?" Kota questioned back and Todd shrugged suggestively as he looked down. "You sick fuck." He fumed as he clenched his fists and felt a hand on his shoulder to see Owen. "Clare is here, remember." Owen said reminding him. "Go with her and your friend. I'll deal with this piece of shit." Owen said and Kota walked to Mel and Clare. "Food, right?" he asked softly.