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5 yrs ago
Current Hi I don't know how to RP anymore don't expect anything from me (=w=)/
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5 yrs ago
Been busy with exam coming up and finding writing motivation, I'll get to them eventually lmao
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5 yrs ago
"Are you team Emet-Selch or team G'raha Tia?" Me: Why not both?
5 yrs ago
FFXIV best current mmorpg change my mind
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7 yrs ago
Lmao but I'd rather date a cute nerdy nice guy over a jock asshole any day so that nice guy not getting girls comment is indeed invalid.
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★Former Roleplayer Guild member, Tsukuyomi
★Open minded in terms of roleplay genres and styles but prefers multi paragraph with groups and avoids smut in general
★Generally friendly to anyone but shy, will appreciate people to start interaction first ^^

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Just having hard time keeping up with other threads needing me to post as well so I might work on a post here after one more thread. Plus games were distracting me before that whoops.


Also I should post. I'll try now. Or tomorrow.
A blond woman came to answer the door, to whom the young heir had assumed to be the boy's mother. While the reaction was faint, Ren noticed the slight disturbance upon her expression when his own name was mentioned. Perhaps that wasn't too much of a surprise, considering his yakuza family was one of the more well known ones around Namimori. As if his status hadn't mattered to her, if she indeed knew who he was, the mother spoke casually towards the boy. At least it didn't have to end in a huge commotion with people screaming 'YAKUZA! YAKUZA! OFFICER HELP!' Merely nodding in his usual silence to her inquiry, which sounded more of a joke, Ren respectfully bowed as he was given entry to their house.

As he rose up the stairs as instructed to by Mrs. Yuuki, Ren paused before the door to the blond boy's room when he heard a piano playing. Seeing as it would seem rude to interrupt a performance of whoever it was, he quietly listened to the keys play a beautiful tune. Well, until the playing became rougher and slower till it stopped altogether. Taking this as a chance to intrude the owner of the room, the yakuza heir knocked onto the door twice. Pausing a little before parting his lips to speak, "...... Pardon for my intrusion, Yuuki. This is Kanesada. I wish to speak to you about important matters regarding last night..."
I just skipped reading the argument part but yeah whoops, I'll start to work on a post in awhile! I'm a gamer first before anything else, he he he.
Terraria got me good. Sorry for the late post but here it is. Also, I totally know the pains of post by mobile too, XLegs. Sobs.
Shizuka Otonashi || Yoshida Book Cafe || May 3 SUN

To the otaku girl's relief, the boy dropped the topic by simply labeling it as a mistake. Thank goodness, she thought to herself. Relaxing a little, her legs ceased to tremble and her voice calmed from its rattled, panicky tone. "I-It's alright, little mistakes like this are not uncommon. I understand. Um... I suppose Otonashi will suffice for my name. Pleasured to be acquainted with you, Hashimoto-san." She nodded her head as a short bow towards the boy, as her gaze focused back to the magazine on hand as the other did with his book.

Short sleeved or no sleeve one piece seemed to be a trend in the coming summer season, with how much of them appeared in different designs and colors among the pages of the magazine. Perhaps she will try her hand at customizing some of her own to add to her closet. Thankfully, most of the sewing and tailoring equipment were available to her need due to her mother's job concerning with designing and making of clothes. Though nowadays, she busied herself with running her business instead of doing the labor.

Shizuka was occupied with thoughts of sewing and fashion that she had not noticed the high clink sound before her, perhaps she might've heard it but not paid heed to it. That was her mistake. Splash! SHRIEK. "Ho-Ho-Hot!" Startled from the sudden gushing of a heating liquid upon her skirt and lap, she almost literally jumped from her seat and onto her feet, away from the table with the magazine in one hand. The dark liquid had tainted a small area on her white ruffled skirt as little droplets slid down the skirt surface and her legs, coloring it a little further.

The raven haired girl winced slightly from the burn on her lap as she picked up a couple of tissue from the little tissue stand on the table and attempted to wipe the coffee dry on her skirt. "I-It's alright, I-I'm fine. A little mi-mishap is all, it happens." She tried to sound reassuring while flashing an awkward smile despite the burning pain on her thighs. Maybe this was bad karma on her for ruining this boy's day by crossdressing him that one fateful day. But she still strongly believed he was amazing, dressed as a female. One of the skirts she had made on her own might have been ruined by the stain but she didn't mind as much, as long as she had the materials, replicating it was easy as pie.

"Ha-Have you gotten yourself bu-burnt as well, Hashimoto-san?", she asked in concern.
@Apollosarcher: Btw Leolycan and Cerberus posted on the Chara tab if you didn't notice.
Not so much, just a whole lot of shizz posting with memes, pics and edits. In IC, the dungeon group just got into Chiaki's dungeon. Others were just SLink-ing as usual.
THUMP. A Chon'sin seal was stamped upon the lid of the envelope resting atop a wooden desk. Mei'lin had written a letter addressing her men to situate themselves at the barracks of the palace if desired, as suggested by the Exalt and that perhaps, she will be able to negotiate the important matters with the Champion of Naga soon. Momentarily leaving her room to find a servant who seemed to be free of duties, she handed over the envelope to a maid and requested it to be delivered to one of her Chon'sin soldiers. After briefly describing how unique the armors they wore were like, the general sent the maid off to her assigned task and retreated back to her quarters, waiting for the champion.

Having much free time to herself, the myrmidon lay on the bed with eyes shut, contemplating on how to go about her discussion with the famed champion. If she were not to choose her words wisely, the negotiations may go sour, resulting into Chon'sin inevitably falling into a forced alliance with Rosanne, their neighbor. Mei'lin honestly didn't mind which side the nation would fall under as long as the allied forces were to keep her nation safe as possible from enemy attacks. Strategically speaking, Ylisse has a larger mass of land and a military force to be reckoned with, Shepherds. And if Regna Ferox, the nation of fierce warriors, which Ylisse had good relations with in the past years were to join their forces, all the more encouraging.

A knock upon her door interrupted the swordsman's thoughts, to which she rose back on her feet to check who was behind the door. Pulling the doorknob effortlessly to reveal who they were, Lei'min carefully inspected the two for a moment. One was the familiar azure haired princess and this was...? Going by an assumption for now, 'he' assumed it was the person everyone has been looking after, the Champion. Taking a respectful bow to the princess and the new guest, the Chon'sin general moved out of the way and pointed an arm towards the depth of 'his' room as 'he' spoke with a thin smile, "Greetings once again, milady and sir whom I have yet to take the pleasure of being acquainted to. Please, do come in, we can speak in private inside."
Shizuka Otonashi || Yoshida Book Cafe || May 3 SUN

'Tips on how to choose the right fabric for garment details.' These were useful tips indeed, Shizuka nodded to herself mentally while taking in the important tips into her memory. Perhaps it will come in handy the next time she visits the fabric shop to purchase cloth for her upcoming cosplays and casual wardrobe. As she rested that book and picked up one of the magazines regarding summer season fashioned outfits, another person seemed to have settled on the same table somewhat across her. Lifting her gaze up to steal a glance at the other's face, her bangs-covered eyes widened. It was a boy who knew of her alter ego, Sato Hashimoto. Maybe he won't notice, right? She looked dull compared to her cosplaying self, no make up and all. Please let my long bangs cover enough to go unnoticed.

"Did we not meet at the, err… maid café, the other week?" HE'S TOTALLY ONTO HER. She flinched ever so slightly at his question, while poorly attempting at keeping her composure by clearing her throat and lifting the magazine higher to half cover her face. If anyone had noticed, her legs under the table visibly shook at the panic. With a voice as soft and faint as a mouse, the female student replied in a higher pitched tone, "O-Oh, is that so...? I-I don't recall going to a maid cafe of any sort, perhaps we've met elsewhere."

Just as there was an awkward silence between them after her quiet response, their orders seemed to have arrived. With a short "T-Thank you, Tanaka-san.", the girl tilted her head for a small bow. While taking a sip from the hot tea cup of milk tea, Shizuka wondered to herself why she was so easy to see through despite her disguise. Including Sato, there were two people who saw through her overly glam make up. Feeling it would be best not to exchange eye contacts with the boy anymore, the raven haired girl's gaze fleeted towards other people.

One of the customers who newly entered the cafe was followed by a pair of men who seated themselves away from the blonde with eyes intently watching her. It was none of her business what motive they had for being here but she knew they were up to no good. Turning her gaze again, she barely spotted Elena with Toma, her hand stopped mid rise for a wave when she realized the foreign girl had not noticed her and she seemed to be busy with the crimson haired boy. Oh well, she supposed she could greet her at a later time. Resting the tea cup down on the table, Shizuka gave another look around the cafe before deciding to go back to her reading, while avoiding Sato's gaze, to spot yet another familiar face. Masahide, an upperclassman she found stumbling in the mall. Seeing as he seemed to be watching over the other customers, including herself, she gave a small wave of a hand with a gentle smile upon her face.
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