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- Apr 22
- United States
- Deviant for 10 years
- He / Him
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im so lame
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when lavi responds im like
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aoba has such nice friends
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i was just reading about aobas birthday event and everyone got him?? such cute gifts??
ren got him a ticket for a massage
koujaku got him matching teacups
clear got him jellyfish plushies
noiz got him a huge-ass bouquet of flowers and expensive cologne
mink got him handmade jewelry and a dreamcatcher
trip and virus gave him shoes and a jacket
??? thats so cute ?????
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lavi im crying
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this video reminds me of lavi and i do not know why
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god fan of aoba >3<
- ooc; don't tell me clear will see aoba on the veranda i'll die
what if this was on aoba's birthday though omg ,,,
and short dumb starter v sorry
However often the male frequented his lover's home (and, to be honest, he had visited a fair number of times at the latter's request), barging in uninvited or without calling in prior or something of the sort never stopped prodding at him, even if it were hardly anything to be wary of. It felt as if he were intruding - all this time, he resided on the man's roof and sometimes revolved from this neighborhood all the way back home. But now, he mused as he ambled towards Aoba's house, leisurely swinging a couple ecru shopping bags in his gloved hands, he'd press those intrusive feelings away. For now, he would politely stop by and see if he couldn't make something nice for Aoba, special day or not.
He marched to the front door and rapped on the door with a vigorous rhythm. With a wide smile, Clear called out in a sing-song voice, "A-o-ba-san! Are you in?"
[ SCREECHING YES THANK YOU
AOBAS BIRTHDAY PLEASE AND THANK YOU ]
The breaths came choked in Aoba's throat as he stood on the edge of the veranda, staring down at the cold concrete beneath him. This is for the better, right?
... Yeah.
This is for the better.
It was hard for him to imagine his own lifeless body, his own blood, down where he overlooked on the pavement. He had to control his breathing-- it was coming in gasps and wheezes, and his heart pounded like a hummingbird. Right as his ankles began to lean his body forward a bit, he heard Clear's voice, and his whole body froze. His heart raced, and tears welled into his eyes. "Clear," He whispered, knowing that the man could hear him, as he always could. "...This is for the better," He thought aloud, not knowing if he was confessing to Clear or just encouraging himself, really.
Aoba let his body fall.
[ N O BUT LIK E
WHAT IF AOBA FALLS AND SLY BLUE LIKE TAKES OVER HIS BODY AGAIN OR SOME SHIT WOULDNT THAT BE INCREDIBLE ]
AOBAS BIRTHDAY PLEASE AND THANK YOU ]
The breaths came choked in Aoba's throat as he stood on the edge of the veranda, staring down at the cold concrete beneath him. This is for the better, right?
... Yeah.
This is for the better.
It was hard for him to imagine his own lifeless body, his own blood, down where he overlooked on the pavement. He had to control his breathing-- it was coming in gasps and wheezes, and his heart pounded like a hummingbird. Right as his ankles began to lean his body forward a bit, he heard Clear's voice, and his whole body froze. His heart raced, and tears welled into his eyes. "Clear," He whispered, knowing that the man could hear him, as he always could. "...This is for the better," He thought aloud, not knowing if he was confessing to Clear or just encouraging himself, really.
Aoba let his body fall.
[ N O BUT LIK E
WHAT IF AOBA FALLS AND SLY BLUE LIKE TAKES OVER HIS BODY AGAIN OR SOME SHIT WOULDNT THAT BE INCREDIBLE ]
- ooc; ON HIS BIRTHDAY IM GOING TO DIE
Of course, the robot himself was a little too distracted with his ideas that he hardly noticed anything out of the ordinary. However, after waiting at the doorstep without response, he cocked his head a little to the side, curious. Did he, by chance, mistake Aoba's work schedule? Clear was certain he knew when the man was off and on (obviously, not in the lascivious sense suggested by this) but perhaps he had somehow entangle this with some other occurrence. Had he? He puffed out his cheecks, glancing at the watch clasped onto his wrist as he set down the groceries. If he came back later, would his grandmother take the groceries and use them? Or would they remain there for him to utilize once he came back? Here he remained pondering this roundabout, almost childish debate with himself. Aoba-san, Aoba-san, Aoba-san.
It was at this point of internal turmoil that his ears, ever so sharp, picked up a familiar voice. It took only seconds for him to realize whose voice that was and his body instantly froze. Would he regret pausing, hesitating at that moment? He couldn't dictate the future, of course not, nor could he have knowledge of anything like it. The second sentence did, however, confirm his worst thoughts. What could have the mechanical anomaly have done? He was rooted to the spot, every limb simply paralyzed and seized of by those invisible tendrils of fear. He didn't - or was it couldn't? - comprehend... at least, not until he saw something he knew he never wanted to see. He wasn't as naive as people perceived him: no, he had enough intelligence to fuel a good many more as. Without prompting, he bolted as quickly as he could, towards Aoba, towards the man he loved, towards the human he desired forever more. His heart was picking up the pace in distress, something he knew full well his mind was programming that blood-pumping muscle to do, his brain a jumbled, tangled, tousled mess of nothing but the man he envisioned he would be together with forever.
Was he not enough?
Would he make it?
Was it him not being human?
Could he watch Aoba die?
"Aoba-san—!"
ooc; WHAT THE HECK THAT WOULD BE FANTASTIC
[ I M GONNA MA KE IT HAPPEN GET PREPARED FOR A WHOLE STORM OF FLIRTY ASSHOLE ]
It was in that moment that Aoba's heart stopped midair as he barely caught a glimpse of his lovers face-- the moment where his body hit the ground, his bones snapping, his blood leaking from his head. From his nose, from his mouth-- there lied Aoba Seragaki, never to breathe another breath of fresh air again; never to breathe in the scent of his lover; never to breathe, period.
His eyes remained open, his dull yellow eyes losing color by the moment. His gaze was stuck on something unseen, yet unforgettable, and one would wonder what, exactly, it was Aoba had his gaze stuck on.
Though, as Clear joined Aoba's limp body at his side, blood and broken bones and all-- something inside the body woke up, someone who was waiting, waiting, waiting. Someone with a thirst to destroy. Someone, indeed.
In a burst of pain, he curled up and broke into a chorus of coughing up blood. Writhing in agony, the man himself groaned and braced himself and shouted cuss words and god knows what before resting his broken body once more, looking at Clear with a pathetic gaze.
"Hey," the mumble escaped through bloody teeth, "Remember me?"
It was in that moment that Aoba's heart stopped midair as he barely caught a glimpse of his lovers face-- the moment where his body hit the ground, his bones snapping, his blood leaking from his head. From his nose, from his mouth-- there lied Aoba Seragaki, never to breathe another breath of fresh air again; never to breathe in the scent of his lover; never to breathe, period.
His eyes remained open, his dull yellow eyes losing color by the moment. His gaze was stuck on something unseen, yet unforgettable, and one would wonder what, exactly, it was Aoba had his gaze stuck on.
Though, as Clear joined Aoba's limp body at his side, blood and broken bones and all-- something inside the body woke up, someone who was waiting, waiting, waiting. Someone with a thirst to destroy. Someone, indeed.
In a burst of pain, he curled up and broke into a chorus of coughing up blood. Writhing in agony, the man himself groaned and braced himself and shouted cuss words and god knows what before resting his broken body once more, looking at Clear with a pathetic gaze.
"Hey," the mumble escaped through bloody teeth, "Remember me?"
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- " i require you pet me. "
- ( makes cute puppy noises )
- ( nuzzles his hand )
- ( nibbles his fingers )
// ren i'm tryna read a book over here
// tries to ignore
// i
// i can'T IGNORE
// sighs and puts the books down and slowly starts scratching behind rens ear
i hope you're happy B(
// tries to ignore
// i
// i can'T IGNORE
// sighs and puts the books down and slowly starts scratching behind rens ear
i hope you're happy B(