[ Tomorrow arrives, and Junpei makes his way to the agreed upon meeting place.
He’s not going to just stride up in his more humanoid form - he wasn’t exaggerating being wary of the odd man from the network, so he decides it would be best to arrive a little early and scope him out for his safety.
To match the desert climate he’s a tiny, skittering leopard gecko, running from shadow to shadow until he’s close to the academy. Once he’s near the front doors he’ll hide in the shade of an overhang, keeping an eye out for Dirk. ]
(Dirk is easy enough to see coming along. Mostly because of his trademark shades, but he was also one of those people who just had a way about him. An easy, confident swaggering walk. Tall, broad, and with a new, black devilish tail flickering behind him, tipped with a heart-shaped barb. Two neat, small black horns sit on either side of his head.
Nothing too elaborate. The goodies were behind the shades, but he had no plan of taking them off anytime soon. A sword is at his hip - the one he had gained from the fairy tale business. He's in a tank top from home, some new black boot-cut jeans complete with cowboy boots. He doesn't think to wonder about the lizard, though he does notice it, and it would serve as a valuable lesson later on that he needed to be a bit more aware of animals in this place.
For now, he rests against the entrance sign to the academy and tugs out his phone to flip through as he waited. Well. At least he doesn't seem like a serial killer?)
[ Every morning, Dirk will receive a well wrapped box delivered by a cute mail carrier cat. Every box will be different from the last, but each contains different types of food - yes, it is indeed a bento.
There will be a small note attached to the first delivery, written in Japanese:
Make sure to eat well. - Kaneki Ken
Since Dirk admitted to not being able to cook, Kaneki wants to make sure he is eating at least a decent meal a day. ]
I hope this doesn't wake you up. Please only respond at a reasonable hour, I simply wanted to get the message out while I had it. This is a bit of a personal question, so also please feel free to ignore it. When you discovered that you had a soulmate here, what was your initial reaction?
Also unrelated do you think it would be a very unpopular move to break up some of the parties I keep finding in the woods? I'm worried that they will attract monsters.
(nsfw stuff) just vibing in hot blonde solidarity ...he's definitely responding at like 4:20 am
(Yes he's nicknaming him Rider as in Flynn Rider to go with Dirk Strider I don't know it makes sense in his head and is cute bye.)
I have no fuckin' idea what a reasonable hour constitutes as for you, so. Wakey, wakey, eggs, and bakey I guess. I ain't ignoring shit.
Damn. You weren't kidding about it being personal. Uh, okay.
(Someone is asking him to be emotionally vulnerable who ISN'T Kaneki??? What does he do???
Is he supposed to manifest the cold unfeeling bastard cool guy persona here? He doesn't actually want to though. Especially not with Flynn of all people. So he just. Thinks. About the least lame way of putting this.)
I was happy, I guess. Relieved. Sounds dumb as fuck but I came from a situation where I figured I'd die a sad, lonely virgin. Not that there is anything wrong with being a virgin, but, you know. I wanted to show my love through boning my true love excessively or whatever. What's more romantic than dick?
No, okay, I'm getting off track here because this shit makes my skin crawl. It's complicated. I have soul-based powers. So I was happy, but I was also terrified that I was going to somehow inevitably kill him or fuck him up mentally or physically. Some part of me wanted to sprint away for his own sake but then I realized that was selfish as fuck to think and also demeaning and patronizing towards his own choice in the matter.
He wanted to be with me and I wanted to be with him. So. Who the fuck was I to act like I knew what was best for him? I risked the safety and eventually opened up to him about my concerns. We worked through it.
And it was pretty worth it. Satisfying. It's a comfortable thing. Reliable. Sexy. All that good shit a soul mate should be.
Why? Do you have a hot soul mate now? Is he one of the hot animal boys? I bet he is. I'd bet my left testicle specifically. That's the better one.
Fuck what. What no. Don't break up parties, c'mon, dude. That's so lame. Let people get their jiggy on. If they die, they die. It's cool. Most people would want to die partying anyway.
[ after they start living together, at the beginning of each month, Kaneki will leave on Dirk's nightstand a small hand-written note. Each note will have a small excerpt from a piece of writing. ]
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You came into my life—not as one comes to visit (you know, “not taking one’s hat off”) but as one comes to a kingdom where all the rivers have been waiting for your reflection, all the roads, for your steps.
[ it's late night when it happens. A sharp pain that Kaneki can feel through his whole body, as if it's burying into his whole being, into his soul. It causes him to wake up with a gasp and then, deep within him something grows like a monster taking over, like his whole being is being being ripped apart while he is being pulled towards once single thing:
Hunger.
Kaneki is hungry.
He has been much better about food lately. Dirk has suggested he has a little bit of food here and there while they watch a movie or are distracted with something else, as if it's just a natural thing. That has helped Kaneki a lot indeed. But he still starves himself and still waits until he feels that blinding pain to know he can't hold back anymore and must eat.
Kaneki crawls out of his and Dirk's bed, not even thinking about if Dirk is besides him or not and, forgetting to turn off the psychic link between the two, he heads immediately towards the cellar where he keeps the freezer full of food. Food that he got from spoons, food thay would look like normal meat to the untrained eye, but ultimately food that only ghouls can eat. Kaneki is very aware of what it is, but tonight he forgets it all while the pain takes over.
And he devours everything inside the freezer. As if he hasn't eaten in ages, Kaneki eats away and eats without stopping. A ghoul needs one body a month to survive but Kaneki is what most would call "Binge eater" : he can eat and will eat a lot more than he actually needs because he always starves himself until the last moment.
And when he eats that pain is quickly replaced with intense pleasure, the kind that could easily explain why ghouls get addicted to eating and why ghouls often don't stop themselves when they start. It's a pleasure humans can't feel or compare; it's not sexual pleasure, but it matches the intensity and the endorphins released, if not even more than sex.
Soon Kaneki is moaning while he stuffs his mouth, even eating the meat frozen, drinking the blood bags he got from spoons, and making an overall huge mess. He loses himself to that pleasure and just munches away, now following instinct alone and not thinking of anything else but that pleasure and how the pain is now long gone thanks to it.]
(Dirk was a master study of pleasure. Born outside of human society and structured norms, he had little concern or regard for typical human morality. Most of it, he thought, was kind of just a lot of judgy bullshit that kept repeating itself through different religions and philosophical movements. So when something struck someone as pleasurable, who the hell was he to judge?
Murder wasn't a deal breaker either. People died one way or another and the only time he would ever think twice about that shit would be if he knew someone. He didn't have a gentle nature - regardless of how sweet he was with Kaneki. It was the closest to kind Dirk Strider knew how to be. So no, he never thought badly of Ken needing to eat people to survive. Truthfully, he wish he ate more, knew how it was unhealthy for his boyfriend to not eat regularly.
But they were making progress. He never looked twice at Ken when he ate, never gave anything away. But in their link? Ken could feel how unbothered Dirk was. How Dirk sincerely didn't find it disgusting or evil or anything. He just wanted Ken to be healthy. To be okay.
So when he wakes up in the dead of night, his body overwhelmed with a pleasure unlike anything he's ever felt before, he just kind of knows. He had felt it in trickles before when Ken had eaten, but never like this. It wasn't like sex at all, no. It was deeper than that somehow. It made his entire mouth grow wet and he slid his thighs together, his hands sliding up over his face so he could cover his mouth.
It was like having an awful craving then getting that thing exactly right in the best way possible. Like hitting the right spot but infinitely more satisfying. Like a deep tissue massage that relaxed you on impact. Like fingers running through your hair and sending a melting shiver down your spine. Like the soft, tight heat of Ken's body whenever Dirk pumped in and out of him.
It was so fucking good. He can feel that release of pain too, the relief of filling a naggingly empty stomach, and he floats out of bed and goes to Ken. There's a thin line red gleaming in the dark that he doesn't even notice right away, too consumed by the pleasure, and soon he's standing just outside of the fridge and peers in. He doesn't have his glasses on. He had just left the bed as is, thin t-shirt, boxer briefs, and his hair rumpled in a way he'd never be caught dead in public, but he allowed Ken to see...Sometimes.
Right now, none of that matters. Right now, all he can do is watch his boyfriend feast on flesh and he feels a pang of...Not pity, exactly, but something like it, a hurt that his boyfriend neglected himself so thoroughly of this pleasure - and for what? His gaze softens and he rests his hand on the inside of the fridge, not sure if he should stop him, not sure if he wants to. Not only for Ken's sake to feed...But for his own. Dirk was a goddamn glutton.
His whipped tail unfurls and his horns seem to grow. The whites of his eyes turn black, and soon, all that remains is a sharp, vivid orange glow.)
...I like feeling you like this. (Softly. To break up the noise of flesh being consumed.)
[ There’s a voice message from Junpei. It’s clear that he’s crying and an absolute mess. It’s kind of hard to make out exactly what he’s saying?
Something about Kyle? And being blown up? Choso? Natsume? Lightning? He’s not making much sense. He’s really gotten himself worked up.
And then the message abruptly ends with a choked: ]
(It's the last thing that Dirk anticipates, but their relationship really had healed and they had moved into something completely new. The sound of Junpei crying alone had him bristling protectively and he was calling him up immediately.)
...Hey Bunpei. You doin' okay? What's goin' on?
(For someone who was an absolute terror on a regular basis, Dirk...actually can humble himself down and gentle his voice. Maybe it was just the part of him destined to be a guardian.)
[ it's late night, and Kaneki is over thinking while Dirk is probably in his lab building a robot. After he struggles to fall asleep in bed, he tries to read a book but with no luck - instead, Ken ends up sighing and just contacting Dirk.
Although he uses the Relic, the first thing Dirk will notice is Kaneki calling for him through their mental link, and afterwards a text message shows up]
Dirk, are you busy? I can't sleep.
Do you want to chat for a bit? [ he knows Dirk can multi-task while they talk]
(It's true enough that Dirk was in the trenches of his lab working on some tech. Though from an outsider perspective, it would likely look as though he were sitting in his chair and staring blankly at a wall. Mostly, he was coding, which was at times monotinous and boring when it got to the redundant easy shit.
So when a notification pops up with Ken's name, he shifts gears effortlessly, grateful for the excuse to stop coding and, as always, eager to talk to his boyfriend for any given reason.)
Nah. I'm just doing some boring ass coding work.
(He can and probably would. He was already shifting to throw the coding onto one of his monitors so that he could keep his chat window with Ken neatly seperated while he worked.)
I pretty much always want to chat with you. What's up, sugar cup?
(It's funny. Years ago and with old relationships, he might have psychoanalyzed the absolute hell out of the desire to chat. He still recognizes that there's probably something specific Ken wants to chat about, but he feels assured that it's at least not...something awful.)
I know of Christmas but have never celebrated it. Same with birthdays.
Technically speaking, I do not believe I fall under the parameters of being "born" therefore my situation is more or less a "day your existence came to fruition and you were unleashed unto the world" sorta schtick. Which was on December 3rd.
Why? Do you celebrate that stuff where you come from?
Because if you did, you realize I would be morally obligated to kick your ass, right? Which, don't get me wrong, I have no problem doing. It's just I got shit to do later.
[ Kaneki almost writes "are you awake", but he knows Dirk is. They are both at the ranch too, although tonight Kaneki is outside on the roof of their ranch, looking at the sky after he needed a moment for himself.
Bakugou-san is back. Steve-san is back too. None of them remembers Kaneki. It's not like they were best friends, but they knew each other. Kaneki liked them. And it feels like a loss, regardless.
And Kaneki is so terrible with loss.
He refuses it. He fights it. He doesn't accept it. He doesn't get over it. Even with acquaintances, kaneki still does not. And it gets him to focus on even more terrible feelings, and everything just snowballs. ]
Dirk. Do you remember that trial where different versions of us were wandering around, versions who didn't know who each other was?
(Dirk is indeed awake. He is in his lab, though it doesn't appear he is doing much as he's mostly sitting in front of his computer with a cigarette burnt down to the filter. He's been zoning out for nearly an hour, drifting in his dream splint, when the message alert pings up on the edge of his glasses.
It takes him a few minutes to drift back. It's pretty much the only time Dirk takes a while to respond to Kaneki, but the moment he can, he makes a swift reply:)
Yeah, I remember. One of the you walkin' around had cute glasses. Why? You seeing other parts of yourself wandering around again?
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Breakin’ in this inbox.
He’s not going to just stride up in his more humanoid form - he wasn’t exaggerating being wary of the odd man from the network, so he decides it would be best to arrive a little early and scope him out for his safety.
To match the desert climate he’s a tiny, skittering leopard gecko, running from shadow to shadow until he’s close to the academy. Once he’s near the front doors he’ll hide in the shade of an overhang, keeping an eye out for Dirk. ]
yessss
Nothing too elaborate. The goodies were behind the shades, but he had no plan of taking them off anytime soon. A sword is at his hip - the one he had gained from the fairy tale business. He's in a tank top from home, some new black boot-cut jeans complete with cowboy boots. He doesn't think to wonder about the lizard, though he does notice it, and it would serve as a valuable lesson later on that he needed to be a bit more aware of animals in this place.
For now, he rests against the entrance sign to the academy and tugs out his phone to flip through as he waited. Well. At least he doesn't seem like a serial killer?)
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There will be a small note attached to the first delivery, written in Japanese:
Make sure to eat well.
- Kaneki Ken
Since Dirk admitted to not being able to cook, Kaneki wants to make sure he is eating at least a decent meal a day. ]
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CRUSH INTENSIFIES.
Naturally, he finally crumbles and texts Kaneki.)
Hey. You really know how to treat a guy right huh.
Thank you for the food. It's delicious. You're cute.
(That works!!)
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cw: . . . nsfw joke im so sorry (i aint)
lmao kaneki dies inside
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Dirk, could you apologize to Kyle? What happened over Foxi was a bit too much.
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I already apologized.
(...Poorly and insincerely and using like one word.)
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text: un:scifo; late at night in early august; surprise they've been friends the whole time!
I hope this doesn't wake you up. Please only respond at a reasonable hour, I simply wanted to get the message out while I had it. This is a bit of a personal question, so also please feel free to ignore it. When you discovered that you had a soulmate here, what was your initial reaction?
Also unrelated do you think it would be a very unpopular move to break up some of the parties I keep finding in the woods? I'm worried that they will attract monsters.
(nsfw stuff) just vibing in hot blonde solidarity ...he's definitely responding at like 4:20 am
(Yes he's nicknaming him Rider as in Flynn Rider to go with Dirk Strider I don't know it makes sense in his head and is cute bye.)
I have no fuckin' idea what a reasonable hour constitutes as for you, so. Wakey, wakey, eggs, and bakey I guess. I ain't ignoring shit.
Damn. You weren't kidding about it being personal. Uh, okay.
(Someone is asking him to be emotionally vulnerable who ISN'T Kaneki??? What does he do???
Is he supposed to manifest the cold unfeeling bastard cool guy persona here? He doesn't actually want to though. Especially not with Flynn of all people. So he just. Thinks. About the least lame way of putting this.)
I was happy, I guess. Relieved. Sounds dumb as fuck but I came from a situation where I figured I'd die a sad, lonely virgin. Not that there is anything wrong with being a virgin, but, you know. I wanted to show my love through boning my true love excessively or whatever. What's more romantic than dick?
No, okay, I'm getting off track here because this shit makes my skin crawl. It's complicated. I have soul-based powers. So I was happy, but I was also terrified that I was going to somehow inevitably kill him or fuck him up mentally or physically. Some part of me wanted to sprint away for his own sake but then I realized that was selfish as fuck to think and also demeaning and patronizing towards his own choice in the matter.
He wanted to be with me and I wanted to be with him. So. Who the fuck was I to act like I knew what was best for him? I risked the safety and eventually opened up to him about my concerns. We worked through it.
And it was pretty worth it. Satisfying. It's a comfortable thing. Reliable. Sexy. All that good shit a soul mate should be.
Why? Do you have a hot soul mate now? Is he one of the hot animal boys? I bet he is. I'd bet my left testicle specifically. That's the better one.
Fuck what. What no. Don't break up parties, c'mon, dude. That's so lame. Let people get their jiggy on. If they die, they die. It's cool. Most people would want to die partying anyway.
dirk pls
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@samsa, text
I got a coffee machine this month, but it's a bit too big for my place in Satori Hills. Would it be alright to leave it at your ranch?
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You already know the answer to that. It'd look nice in the
Kitchen?
(That's where...people...keep those right.)
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[ excerpts will be randomly added as I find them ]
September
October
November
December
January
February
March (i totally messed that tag up oops sorry!)
April
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Cw: cannibalism, blood, possible violence,tentacles and eventually sex
Hunger.
Kaneki is hungry.
He has been much better about food lately. Dirk has suggested he has a little bit of food here and there while they watch a movie or are distracted with something else, as if it's just a natural thing. That has helped Kaneki a lot indeed. But he still starves himself and still waits until he feels that blinding pain to know he can't hold back anymore and must eat.
Kaneki crawls out of his and Dirk's bed, not even thinking about if Dirk is besides him or not and, forgetting to turn off the psychic link between the two, he heads immediately towards the cellar where he keeps the freezer full of food. Food that he got from spoons, food thay would look like normal meat to the untrained eye, but ultimately food that only ghouls can eat. Kaneki is very aware of what it is, but tonight he forgets it all while the pain takes over.
And he devours everything inside the freezer. As if he hasn't eaten in ages, Kaneki eats away and eats without stopping. A ghoul needs one body a month to survive but Kaneki is what most would call "Binge eater" : he can eat and will eat a lot more than he actually needs because he always starves himself until the last moment.
And when he eats that pain is quickly replaced with intense pleasure, the kind that could easily explain why ghouls get addicted to eating and why ghouls often don't stop themselves when they start. It's a pleasure humans can't feel or compare; it's not sexual pleasure, but it matches the intensity and the endorphins released, if not even more than sex.
Soon Kaneki is moaning while he stuffs his mouth, even eating the meat frozen, drinking the blood bags he got from spoons, and making an overall huge mess. He loses himself to that pleasure and just munches away, now following instinct alone and not thinking of anything else but that pleasure and how the pain is now long gone thanks to it.]
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Murder wasn't a deal breaker either. People died one way or another and the only time he would ever think twice about that shit would be if he knew someone. He didn't have a gentle nature - regardless of how sweet he was with Kaneki. It was the closest to kind Dirk Strider knew how to be. So no, he never thought badly of Ken needing to eat people to survive. Truthfully, he wish he ate more, knew how it was unhealthy for his boyfriend to not eat regularly.
But they were making progress. He never looked twice at Ken when he ate, never gave anything away. But in their link? Ken could feel how unbothered Dirk was. How Dirk sincerely didn't find it disgusting or evil or anything. He just wanted Ken to be healthy. To be okay.
So when he wakes up in the dead of night, his body overwhelmed with a pleasure unlike anything he's ever felt before, he just kind of knows. He had felt it in trickles before when Ken had eaten, but never like this. It wasn't like sex at all, no. It was deeper than that somehow. It made his entire mouth grow wet and he slid his thighs together, his hands sliding up over his face so he could cover his mouth.
It was like having an awful craving then getting that thing exactly right in the best way possible. Like hitting the right spot but infinitely more satisfying. Like a deep tissue massage that relaxed you on impact. Like fingers running through your hair and sending a melting shiver down your spine. Like the soft, tight heat of Ken's body whenever Dirk pumped in and out of him.
It was so fucking good. He can feel that release of pain too, the relief of filling a naggingly empty stomach, and he floats out of bed and goes to Ken. There's a thin line red gleaming in the dark that he doesn't even notice right away, too consumed by the pleasure, and soon he's standing just outside of the fridge and peers in. He doesn't have his glasses on. He had just left the bed as is, thin t-shirt, boxer briefs, and his hair rumpled in a way he'd never be caught dead in public, but he allowed Ken to see...Sometimes.
Right now, none of that matters. Right now, all he can do is watch his boyfriend feast on flesh and he feels a pang of...Not pity, exactly, but something like it, a hurt that his boyfriend neglected himself so thoroughly of this pleasure - and for what? His gaze softens and he rests his hand on the inside of the fridge, not sure if he should stop him, not sure if he wants to. Not only for Ken's sake to feed...But for his own. Dirk was a goddamn glutton.
His whipped tail unfurls and his horns seem to grow. The whites of his eyes turn black, and soon, all that remains is a sharp, vivid orange glow.)
...I like feeling you like this. (Softly. To break up the noise of flesh being consumed.)
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text, after the network post
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Yeah, sure, dude.
I never hated him or anything, you know.
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voice | lol
eheh
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text: un: bells
He wants to know the diameter of your penis.
I laughed so hard lmgfgdh
Is this John's weird roundabout way of trying to figure out my bro's dick size? Or is this just for his own personal spank bank?
(Of course he's not gonna make this easy...!)
not gonna lie, I love making my characters do embarrassing shit!
it's so funny
Bella may or may not be screaming into a pillow before responding!
hasnt she suffered ENUFF
NO! (⊙_⊙;)
voice | un: onlyintheaters
Something about Kyle? And being blown up? Choso? Natsume? Lightning? He’s not making much sense. He’s really gotten himself worked up.
And then the message abruptly ends with a choked: ]
This is stupid … I’m sorry …
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...Hey Bunpei. You doin' okay? What's goin' on?
(For someone who was an absolute terror on a regular basis, Dirk...actually can humble himself down and gentle his voice. Maybe it was just the part of him destined to be a guardian.)
You wanna talk 'bout it?
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text: UN: TripleJ
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This will be good. What pray tell for?
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@Samsa ; text
Although he uses the Relic, the first thing Dirk will notice is Kaneki calling for him through their mental link, and afterwards a text message shows up]
Dirk, are you busy? I can't sleep.
Do you want to chat for a bit? [ he knows Dirk can multi-task while they talk]
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So when a notification pops up with Ken's name, he shifts gears effortlessly, grateful for the excuse to stop coding and, as always, eager to talk to his boyfriend for any given reason.)
Nah. I'm just doing some boring ass coding work.
(He can and probably would. He was already shifting to throw the coding onto one of his monitors so that he could keep his chat window with Ken neatly seperated while he worked.)
I pretty much always want to chat with you. What's up, sugar cup?
(It's funny. Years ago and with old relationships, he might have psychoanalyzed the absolute hell out of the desire to chat. He still recognizes that there's probably something specific Ken wants to chat about, but he feels assured that it's at least not...something awful.)
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sorry for how late this is >:|
it's fiiiine <3 I always want your tags
g o o d cw: suicidal ideations/beliefs
cw: suicidal ideations/beliefs still
cw: suicidal ideations/beliefs still + cannibalism between humans
cw: suicidal ideations/beliefs still + cannibalism between humans
cw: suicidal ideations/beliefs still + cannibalism between humans
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Do you celebrate something like Christmas in your universe? What about birthdays?
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I know of Christmas but have never celebrated it. Same with birthdays.
Technically speaking, I do not believe I fall under the parameters of being "born" therefore my situation is more or less a "day your existence came to fruition and you were unleashed unto the world" sorta schtick. Which was on December 3rd.
Why? Do you celebrate that stuff where you come from?
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text; UN: TripleJ
[Kyle, please.]
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Please tell me you didn't cheat again.
Because if you did, you realize I would be morally obligated to kick your ass, right? Which, don't get me wrong, I have no problem doing. It's just I got shit to do later.
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text; knight.time
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Re: text; knight.time
Anyway. Not much. You?
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@centipede, text
Bakugou-san is back. Steve-san is back too. None of them remembers Kaneki. It's not like they were best friends, but they knew each other. Kaneki liked them. And it feels like a loss, regardless.
And Kaneki is so terrible with loss.
He refuses it. He fights it. He doesn't accept it. He doesn't get over it. Even with acquaintances, kaneki still does not. And it gets him to focus on even more terrible feelings, and everything just snowballs. ]
Dirk. Do you remember that trial where different versions of us were wandering around, versions who didn't know who each other was?
Re: @centipede, text
It takes him a few minutes to drift back. It's pretty much the only time Dirk takes a while to respond to Kaneki, but the moment he can, he makes a swift reply:)
Yeah, I remember. One of the you walkin' around had cute glasses. Why? You seeing other parts of yourself wandering around again?
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video | un: onlyintheaters (1/3)
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