forsaken-promise
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Oi, the fuck are ya lookin' at? Better clear outta here... [Indie Mondo Oowada RP Blog] M!A: None
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He exhaled softly, paused for a moment to run a hand over Kiyotaka’s hair softly, and sat back down again.
“Bullshit. Colds don’t make ya feel that goddamn warm, Kyoudai! And I know ya, ya ain’t takin’ care of yerself. Yer just doin’ projects and fuckin’ homework, ya don’t even care if ya get sick as long as yer doin’ fuckin’ 100% in school! I know ya!”
Taking a deep breath, he made a conscious effort to lower the volume of his voice; he failed somewhat miserably.
“Look, ya know ‘m gonna worry ‘bout ya. Why dontcha go get some sleep? Ya can do this work later…”
Mondo always made it sound so simple, as though their lives and aspirations were one in the same. True their values were eerily similar, yet the former was certainly not the case. Kiyotaka’s entire academic career depended on his work ethic, ensuring he was at the top of his class at all times. It was how he managed a full ride through Hope’s Peak, and stopping now would only bring more shame upon his name. When it happened to other students, sickness was a very serious issue, yet he could never bring himself to ‘take it easy’, as Mondo would have put it.
“You know very well that I am on a strict schedule, which includes extra curricular activities, as well as my numerous clubs, Kyoudai. I cannot stop, nor rest until my work is complete.”
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Mondo always made it sound so simple, as though their lives and aspirations were one in the same. True their values were eerily similar, yet the former was certainly not the case. Kiyotaka’s entire academic career depended on his work ethic, ensuring he was at the top of his class at all times. It was how he managed a full ride through Hope’s Peak, and stopping now would only bring more shame upon his name. When it happened to other students, sickness was a very serious issue, yet he could never bring himself to ‘take it easy’, as Mondo would have put it.
“You know very well that I am on a strict schedule, which includes extra curricular activities, as well as my numerous clubs, Kyoudai. I cannot stop, nor rest until my work is complete.”
He never understood why Ishimaru took everything so seriously. Sure, he knew grades and work ethics were important to the studious male, but surely the disciplinarian had to understand that an illness would undoubtedly impede his duties.
“W-Well, yeah, but... Strict schedule or not, ya gotta rest! I mean... if ya get worse, if ya faint or get really sick or some shit like that, yer not gonna be goin’ to classes anyway! Come on, Ishi, ya can’t just let yerself get sick. Ya won’t be able to do all the shit ya need to if yer sick, or... something like that...”
"Hey, ya alright? Ya look pale."
The question came out of nowhere, in fact he’d been right i the middle of completing an assignment when it was spoken between them. True, Kiyotaka had felt a bit warm recently, a tad more feeble than his usual, more upbeat self. However, he couldn’t afford to miss classes, he couldn’t afford to allow his grades to slip on him. He offered a grin, suppressing a shudder from a sudden chill which had washed over him. “Am I not always pale, Kyoudai? Has my natural complexion finally dawned upon you? Please, do not worry about me! I can assure you, I am doing just fine, as of right now I am only experiencing some minor discomfort!”
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“W-Well I mean I... jus’ don’t get sick much, that’s all!” he exploded, face turned bright red at the other’s proximity as he gulped like a fish out of water. “Uh... n-no little cold is gonna bring me down! Promise!”
☂ *coat
{⌨} “Mondo…you don’t have to. It’s cold…I’d rather I catch a cold than have you get one…”
“…T-Thank you.”
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“F-FUCK, REALLY?! I MEAN” - and with a slight cough, he lowered his voice - “really? Y-Ya do?”
His eyes widened to the size of dinner plates at the slight sniffle and self-deprecating words his ears caught from the other boy; shaking his head violently, his hands practically flew to Chihiro’s shoulders.
“N-No! I mean - YES! Yeah I wanna have someone like ya! I mean - I was the one who asked ya o-out, right?! Why the fuck would I do that if I didn’t wanna be with ya?”
Cheeks flaring red, he paused as he glanced away, embarrassed by his sudden and intense outward show of affection.
“L-Look, I... I do, ok? S-So don’t doubt yerself!”
❤ (( B) ))
{⌨} The boy must have been hearing things. Absolutely, without a doubt. Yet…there was Mondo, towering before him. In fact, he almost looked…embarrassed? Why would that be…the whole situation just, didn’t make sense. Yeah, he was incredibly good looking, a sweetheart in every sense of the word, and was always insanely kind to Chihiro, but…there just had to be some kind of mistake. A joke, maybe? Even if it was, the small brunette couldn’t prevent his cheeks from flushing a brilliant shade of red.
Words were lost. He couldn’t even move; Until, as if some force had woken up inside him;
“…I-I’d love to!”
He blurted out those words so fast, so instinctively, it left him reeling in shock. No matter if it was some kind of prank, misunderstanding, or whatever…the natural answer that came to him was yes. Why was that…? Like he’d mused before…Mondo was very sweet. If the boy were to ever ask anyone out somewhere…the first person that came to mind was always Mondo, no questions asked. He just…never acted on it. Plus, dates and things of that nature were just…never something he viewed as much of a possibility.
“…..S-Sorry.”
And, of course, an apology. For what?
He hadn’t had a clue.
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“Y-Yeah, again. Keep forgettin’.” He has the common sense to look at least slightly ashamed for failing to bring a writing implement to class yet again, although the humiliated look does not linger.
He does feel slightly bad, however; Chihiro should not feel obligated to do anything for him, and neither should Ishimaru, although both often appear to. He takes the pen from his smaller classmate, flashing a small grin.
“Thanks, Chi. Real ‘ppreciate it.”
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“Eh? Again?” He can’t hide his disbelief, for how many times can you really forget to bring a pen to school? He supposes these things aren’t of much importance to a gang leader, even as the reminder of Owada’s status makes Chihiro double take slightly—in admiration, and from classroom to classroom, he supposes even something that obvious could fade into the background… at least surrounded by equally fantastic company.
Pouting slightly, he unzips his pencil case and pulls out a pen, holding it out over the desk. “Here you go. You can keep it, too.” He was sure Owada needed it more.
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“N-Nah Chi, ‘s fine... ya don’t gotta feel bad ‘bout it, ya looked cold. I ain’t about to just letcha get sick on my watch. ‘Sides, I ain’t gonna get a cold! ‘M Mondo fuckin’ Oowada!”
☂ *coat
{⌨} “Mondo…you don’t have to. It’s cold…I’d rather I catch a cold than have you get one…”
“…T-Thank you.”
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send one of the following for a letter from my muse to yours
why my muse writes :
1 - your muse broke up with them
2 - my muse has just come back from your muse’s funeral
3 - our muses have lost touch and mine thinks of yours a few years later
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5 - my muse is worried about yours
6 - my muse needs to tell yours something they can’t say out loud
7 - my muse thinks they’ll never see yours again
8 - my muse needs to tell yours bad news, but they can’t voice it
9 - an apology that’s way too late
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Send me "INTERRUPTION"
I’ll randomly generate a number from 1-31 to see how your muse interrupts mine! Mixture of safe & nsfw.
Keep reading
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“U-Uh, sure! No problem!” he muttered, not sure entirely what he was signing himself up for. He’d never heard of the game, so he supposed it was one of those survival-horror games. Or something like that.
“Uh, cool! I ain’t so good with makin’ good decisions, so I guess I’ll leave ya to do that... but I can deal with any horror shit!” He grinned at the smaller then, reaching out a hand to ruffle Chihiro’s hair. “It’ll be ok!”
{⌨} “O-Oowada-kun…! Thank you! Having someone as brave as you by my side…I feel like I’d be able to handle it then! Okay then…let’s see…” he mumbled, flicking open the casing as the programmer’s still-shaky hands fumbled to insert the disc.
“From what I understand, it’s a game where you’re going to be presented with various choices…something about the butterfly effect I believe. Like, whatever we choose will change the outcome of the game. Sort of like The Wolf Among Us…I think I talked to you a little bit about that one before, right?”
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((Same applies over on this blog, minus the recording memes. I’ll do my best to get some drafts done anyways.))
((Will likely be very busy over the next few days due to work and the fact that I’m going to a concert Friday night. I haven’t forgotten about the recording memes, though, and I’m steadily plodding through giveaway prizes and drafts. I will do my best to get some things done despite being busy.))
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“A horror game?” One eyebrow raised slightly as he peered closer at the smaller male; he soon cracked a grin, moving to ruffle Chihiro’s hair.
“Sure, I ain’t afraid! Let’s fuckin’ do it!”
{⌨} “While my laptop is getting repaired…would anyone like to play Until Dawn with me? I…I can’t bring myself to play it a lone. I didn’t fully realize it was a full on horror game when I ordered it.”
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He couldn’t believe he was doing it. He thought he’d learned his lesson.
Whenever he asked someone out and admitted a crush, his anxiety and nervousness inevitably ended up making him bellow at the person in question; without exception, they had all rejected him and flown off in fear. He couldn’t help the fact that the volume of his voice was directly linked to how flustered he was (among other things).
He thought he’d learned that he couldn’t ask anybody out anymore.
So why, then, was Mondo standing in front of Chihiro Fujisaki, cheeks ablaze with a fiery blush, having just uttered the very same words he’d vowed never to say again?
It didn’t look as though the smaller male was taking it badly, though, if the blush on his cheeks and the words he’d just said were any indication.
Wait... the words he’d just said?
Heartbeat rushing in his ears, voice so loud he was absolutely certain the smaller was about to bolt off in terror, Mondo clenched his hands into his fists at his sides, massive form trembling as he positively screamed at Chihiro in pure nervousness.
“F-FUCK - REALLY?! YER NOT KIDDIN’?”
And then, an apology. The biker’s heart sank. He must have heard the smaller male wrong the first time.
“S-So, uh... YA DON’T WANNA THEN? T-THAT’S OK - FUCK, ‘M SORRY... I-I’LL JUST GO THEN! YEAH!”
❤ (( B) ))
{⌨} The boy must have been hearing things. Absolutely, without a doubt. Yet…there was Mondo, towering before him. In fact, he almost looked…embarrassed? Why would that be…the whole situation just, didn’t make sense. Yeah, he was incredibly good looking, a sweetheart in every sense of the word, and was always insanely kind to Chihiro, but…there just had to be some kind of mistake. A joke, maybe? Even if it was, the small brunette couldn’t prevent his cheeks from flushing a brilliant shade of red.
Words were lost. He couldn’t even move; Until, as if some force had woken up inside him;
“…I-I’d love to!”
He blurted out those words so fast, so instinctively, it left him reeling in shock. No matter if it was some kind of prank, misunderstanding, or whatever…the natural answer that came to him was yes. Why was that…? Like he’d mused before…Mondo was very sweet. If the boy were to ever ask anyone out somewhere…the first person that came to mind was always Mondo, no questions asked. He just…never acted on it. Plus, dates and things of that nature were just…never something he viewed as much of a possibility.
“…..S-Sorry.”
And, of course, an apology. For what?
He hadn’t had a clue.
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He paused for a moment, casting his gaze downward as he tried to gather his thoughts; his mouth felt dry as he considered. Finally:
“Yeah. You an’ Ishi... yer both so damn mature, an’ I wanna think of myself that way too. I-I know deep down I ain’t! I ain’t anythin’ more than a violent piece of shit who breaks anyone and everything!” His large frame trembled slightly as his fingers dug into the armrest of the chair he was sitting in.
“I-I wanna change... I wanna be someone I can rely on! I wanna grow the fuck up... but then again, th’ gang’s all I got left... all I got of... Daiya... I don’t wanna break our promise! But if I do quit... I ain’t gonna break up the gang, but if I do quit, it won’t be right now. But... But soon.”
He let out a deep sigh, relieved at finally letting out what had been on his chest while simultaneously feeling conflicted about the entire thing.
“H-Huh? What’d I say?”
{⌨} The boy looked up after the last words of that sentence left the bikers mouth, a little astonished in all honesty. Quit? He was planning on quitting the Crazy Diamonds? He directed his gaze directly at Mondo this time, as to make sure he was serious.
“Q-Quit…? Ahh…I see. You’re right…we all need to take our time to grow up and mature in our own ways…m-my way has sort of been with Alter Ego…n-not to change the subject, though! I-I’m just a little surprised…but not in a bad way! I think it’s good that you’re following what you’re feeling…that’s always the best thing to do. I-I’m glad! If quitting the Crazy Diamonds is something you think will help you, I’ll support you all the way. H-Have you…thought of when you might be doing that? ” he stuttered, letting out another meek smile. He’d finished wrapping the arm entirely now, and leant down to put the unused bandages back into his first aid kit.
“…Oh, and thank you. What you said before that…it means a lot.” He chirped, tilting his head once more as his face turned a light shade of red. {⌨}
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{⌨} “Ahhhhhhhh!!!!”
……
*Fwoomp*
In that moment, Chihiro Fujisaki, the Super High School Level Programmer, literally fainted.
“I killed ‘im... FUCK! I KILLED ‘IM!” He fell to his knees and shook Chihiro by the shoulders, not noticing in his panic that the smaller had merely fainted and was not, in fact, dead.
“Come on, Chi, ‘m sorry! A-Are ya alright? W-Wake the fuck up, please!!”
"O-Oi, Chi! Just wanted to say... I think yer r-real fuckin' cute! F-Fuck!!" ((hopefully this flusters him omg))
“Y-You think I-I’m what…!? A-Ahh…y-you weren’t…You were looking at me…!?” he stammered, frantically turning around in search for anyone else the words could’ve been directed to, despite the man saying the boy’s name.
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“C-Course I think yer motherfuckin’ cute! And goddammit, who the hell else would I be talkin’ to, huh?!” he nearly screamed, cheeks blazing red as he tried in vain to calm himself.
"O-Oi, Chi! Just wanted to say... I think yer r-real fuckin' cute! F-Fuck!!" ((hopefully this flusters him omg))
“Y-You think I-I’m what…!? A-Ahh…y-you weren’t…You were looking at me…!?” he stammered, frantically turning around in search for anyone else the words could’ve been directed to, despite the man saying the boy’s name.
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{⌨} The boy nodded as he received the friendly gesture, but in reality, there was no way Chihiro was going to stop worrying completely. He’d always worry about Mondo, especially given the dangers posed to him pretty much daily. But, as to reassure his ambitious biker, the brunette once again allowed a bright smile to shine through his expression.
His face flushed a light shade of red at the man’s next statement, tilting his head down as if to look at the bandages he was wrapping, while in actuality attempting to hide his embarrassment. Eye contact wasn’t a thing he was particularly good at, at all. The boy also didn’t take compliments too well, reacting in either one of two ways; spreading a grin far too wide for his little frame to contain, or allowing himself to turn into flustered ball of shyness. The latter, of course, was what usually happened.
“O-Oh no…i-it’s really not as much trouble as I make it seem…I enjoy talking to you anyway. I-It’s almost become normal to me, actually…hehe, who knows, maybe I’ll become the next Super High School Level nurse as well.” he smiled, returning his focus toward wrapping the bandages on the rather built arm. Jesus, the muscles this man had were unreal…
“…I-If I may ask…how have you and the Crazy Diamonds been?” {⌨}
Mondo knew the programmer wasn’t going to stop worrying about him. As much as it was in his nature to ride and brawl, it was in Chihiro’s nature to worry and be caring. The smaller’s bright smile did little to reassure him, although he gave a slight switch of his lips in return.
He nodded slightly then, pompadour hanging low as he dipped his head, turning to glance at Chihiro with vibrant lavender irises.
“W-Well, yeah, but we can talk without me lookin’ like I’ve been dragged to hell ‘n back, yanno? We can talk whenever ya fuckin’ want.”
He flashed a brief grin the boy’s way, reaching out his uninjured arm to pat the programmer’s shoulder. However, the grin soon faded, to be replaced by an air of melancholy.
“... ‘M thinkin’ ‘bout quittin’ the gang, actually. Course ‘m still gonna ride - but I can’t keep doin’ this shit anymore, yanno? Gettin’ into gang wars, kickin’ people’s asses... As good as it feels, I know this shit ain’t gonna last. ‘M gonna hafta grow up sometime.”
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“Can ya really be right? I dunno, I kinda think life might be one big joke! Come on, Ishi, ya gotta have thought that sometime!”
"If life ain't just a joke, then why are we laughin'?" ((from Child!Mond, Vi is here for some chem rom))
"I –… I haven’t got a clue, but perhaps it is because it makes life easier to bare. If laughter is the result, I’m not going to complain much.“
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