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time for teen romcom confessions

[constellates]

[Anya is a straightforward person.

She thinks she understands things very clearly - and one of those things is that without a doubt, Karkat is one of her dearest friends in the entire universe. No matter what odd things Retrospec might've brought them, whether it be taking away her words or giving him horns, it didn't really matter because at the end of the day he was Karkat and she was Anya and everything would be okay as long as they were together.

She's explaining herself with the words she has in an interview - laughing at the idea of finding someone that she wants to date, and then moving on to the next question of who her ideal person is. Obviously it is someone who is kind, who is always doing their best, and because she is Anya and she likes attention, it is not the worst thing if it is someone who shows her special treatment -

And it clicks. Considerably too late, it clicks. It shows on her face as she's distracted by the idea that maybe the person she was looking for was always waiting for her - and the interviewer seems to take her distraction as a sign that she's tired and maybe they should wrap.

Anya steals away into the hallway once she's freed and calls him immediately - ]

Katya, where are you?

[ - she's certainly already grabbing her bag, her things, her feet carrying her out the door before she even thinks to wait for a proper location.]

[alienates]

[ he's surprised when he gets the phone call. karkat was pretty sure she was supposed to be doing some sort of interview right now, and he didn't think it would be over this soon. she has good timing though; he just clocked out after his shift, so he's able to answer right away without earning death glares from his manager. ]

Leaving work. Why?

[ it's also a little strange that she called instead of texted if this was all she wanted to ask him. he wonders if something happened, something urgent. ]

Anya, do you need me to fuck up an interviewer?

[ DID THEY ASK SOMETHING BAD??? ]

[constellates]

Что? What...? [mild distress] No, Katya! No hitting anyone please.

[let anya say fuck

but she's shaking her head even though she knows that he can't see, and her footsteps are automatically taking her in the direction of where he works. they're both more or less in the same district, so if she really books it then maybe she'll be back to get to him in time.]

Оставаться... Stay where you are please...! Anya has - something to say!

[AND THEN THE LINE GOES DEDA BECAUSE IT'LL BE FASTER IF SHE POCKETS HER PHONE THANKS]

@bunnyhopped 👀

[vigilantics]

[ you don't have to be an expert detective to notice that hana doesn't really do breaks. and stephanie gets it, she does. sometimes you get so wrapped into your work that it's very easy to forget that there's a world outside of it. but steph also knows very well what living that way nonstop can do to a person.

so, she's come up with an idea to get hana to unwind, even if it's only for a short time. getting her to leave the garage and head to her apartment was annoying, but once hana has arrived, steph just smiles. ]

Come on, I have something to show you.

[bunnyhopped]

[ getting hana to come ashore from the MEKA base and take an actual literal shore leave was the most insurmountable task of all, but stephanie has been quite a bit more... persuasive as of late.

stephanie's smile upon hana's arrival is met with one of cautious curiosity before she responds, ]

It's not a new hover bike, is it?

[vigilantics]

No. I'm poor.

[ it's a joke, but also. no she's poor. she is not sure that she could convince bruce to use some of his funding to give someone else a hover bike unless steph wants to die for it. ]

It's even better! [ ... ] Okay, no it's not, but it's still pretty up there.

@oculusriffs

[alienates]

[ they're throwing a party at john's hive ("house" fuck you it's a hive if karkat says it is) for. some reason. karkat isn't actually sure what the occasion is. he is pretty sure no one is having a birthday, and at this point it's too late into the party to actually ask, so he just nods his head a lot and loudly proclaims that he is glad for whatever special occasion this is. no one will surely notice he has no clue what's happening.

anyway. like all parties filled with hormonal teenagers, they're onto party games. and luck would have it that dave and karkat are both chosen and unceremoniously shoved into a closet. ]

-- are you fucking kidding me? What kind of idiotic game of this? Why seven of all numbers? Is seven supposed to rile up our lecherous urges?

[oculusriffs]

Dude, seriously? Out of all the low-hanging fruit you could have cracked open here, the time frame's what you're deciding to question.

[no matter how many times he either bats at it or tries to scoot away, the arm of a coat keeps swinging back and gently slapping Dave in the face. also, he has no idea what the actual answer is, if there is one. nor does he know what the party is for. they're good at this.]

Anyway, it's 'cause seven and heaven rhyme, obviously.

[alienates]

Uh. Eleven is right fucking there. I don't see how seven was chosen over it, it's not a superior number. In fact, eleven would be, considering it's higher.

[ this is the hill that he has decided to die on, apparently. karkat is too stuck on the naming scheme for this dumb as shit party game to be focused on why they were even shoved in here. ]

[twitter]

[ i have absolutely no clue why they need to fake date

perhaps they are being visited by some alien species that only interacts with people who are dating. for some reason. anyway, she and rui are here at a "welcome to earth" festival for these... aliens.... yes. this is a well thought out starter. ]

Wow! Look at these cakes, they're so cute!

[updater]

[ What if this particular alien species are basically the soulmates meme, and to mitigate the culture shock, they have to act like they're dating? Why it's Rui and not Utsutsu or Sugane or anyone else is another question (they're all busy or something), but Rui is sure Hajime will handle this welcoming with her usual flair. She's always had enough love and acceptance in her heart to embrace the whole world and more.

That's what makes Hajime so fun. Rui smiles. ]

They are. Do you want to try some?

[twitter]

[ an entire alien species as the soulmates meme is the absolute best setup for fake dating i've ever heard, thank you.

at the question about trying some, hajime eagerly nods before reaching out to grab a piece. she pauses as a thought hits her, and when she picks up the plate she doesn't immediately go to try it. instead, she holds it out. ]

I'm going to feed you.

[medicative]

please give me ramuda so we can have ex dirty dawg drama and jakurai can drop kick him through the goalposts of life

[heartemoji]

[ ramuda prefers not to leave shibuya too often; it's his own turf, after all, and you can never be sure of what type of nonsense the others would get into if he were not around (mostly he would be offended at them getting into nonsense without him, really, because it should be illegal to have fun if he's not there???). still, he has business in shinjuku, so here he is, walking down the street while sipping on the most sugary concoction starbucks has to offer

it's while he is taking a sip when he sees a... familiar figure in the distance. ramuda immediately starts choking on his drink, which just gets the attention of a few people nearby. he just tries to wave them off so he can zoom the fuck away before SOME PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!! NOTICE HIM!!!!!!!!!!!! ]

[medicative]

[Jakurai is so ridiculously tall it's easy to see him coming, like a long haired cryptid in monochrome fashion. strolling around in Shinjuku, he's glad to be stretching his legs, taking in the day. glancing around -

he can see, a little ways off, a head of pink hair that seems to be choking on something. lengthening his stride, he wonders if he should help, and then stops dead. oh. he's much, much less inclined to get over and help now.

when Ramuda straightens up and gets less attention, he'll notice the fixed, deadpan gaze of someone looking at him, quietly questioning why.]

[swordsmyth]

[ imanotsurugi is pretty fond of the snow. it's one of the more enjoyable things to play in, especially when everyone is together and they don't have to worry about being sent off to the front lines. it's fun and peaceful.

right now, it's almost like that. most of the other swords are out, leaving not too many behind in the citadel. even iwatooshi is off on a mission. so! he just has to find some other way to entertain himself.

and that's why the first person who turns this corner is getting a snowball to the face. ]

if I'd picked yasu we could've just rped hanamaru

[horsepoop]

[Namazuo enjoys the snow, too. It's probably no surprised that a sword like him prefers the cold, but it's not just the fire trauma that has him perking up in the winter months. There's something about the snow, about all the shiny new winter holidays humans created, about the anticipation of a new year that makes him just a little giddy, restless.

(Or maybe that's just all the hot chocolate.)

He's not out fighting or on any expeditions today, either, and his chores don't start until later, so his plans for the day involve making snowmen and bothering one of his 598723895 brothers that's probably still around here somewhere. But that's before he gets RUDELY PELTED IN THE FACE and yelps, jumping back in surprise.

It only takes until he sees Imano, though, before he laughs, brushing snow off of his collar and trotting over.]

Imanotsurugi-kun, I didn't see you there!

we need like ten more fighters

[swordsmyth]

Do you want to play with me?

[ he says this as he starts making another snowball, like he doesn't actually care what namazou's answer is and is going to play regardless. from experience, the toushirou brothers don't usually say no to this question. ]

Iwatooshi isn't here! [ ... ] But I'd still play with you even if he were!

[ smooth ]

gives you this when you should be asleep

[moralmyopia]

[Effectively, he’s been friendzoned. So that is what he’s doing. Friend shit.

It’s been a while since he’s arrived in Tokyo with Taka and Senri, but this is the first concert. Taka has given him a very basic run-down and a YouTube video. The Japanese are generally okay, but it’s a rock concert, not a musical. It’ll be loud. It’ll be crowded. It’ll be hot. People will touch him—an important bit of information. But he should be fine.

He waits outside for Taka to show, dressed not unlike he took a dive into Taka’s closet. TheBambiz graphic tee was, in fact, borrowed because he hasn’t had a chance to claim one as a souvenir from a show yet—it’s pink (and black) but mostly pink. Though this doesn’t deter from the fact literally everything else is a variation of the darkside of monochrome: the high-top Converse, the hooded jacket, the black skinny jeans, the gunmetal necklace.

The eyepatch or usual aviator sunglasses are missing; his fringe is now just long enough he can brush his hair to the side and hide the rinnegan. A reverse version of Taka. Only this time, the hair on the thinner side has been braided once back from his temple to his crown, secured by a black bobby pin.

When Taka makes it, he lowers the slim ipod and pulls one earbud out of his ear.] Yo.

🔪

[bakaomi]

[ ... god, even if sasuke did not adjust to anything else, at least he adjusted to the fashion.

takaomi gives him a short wave before shoving his hand back into his the pocket of the sukajan jacket, and his hair is pulled back into a small bun with a baseball cap of some obscure band over it. sometimes you gotta be casual and pretentious. ]

Have you fought anyone yet?

[ he doesn't think sasuke will 1v1 just anyone at this point, but alcohol is served at venues like this and taka must be ready for the potential drunk trying to brawl. it's fine. ]

[moralmyopia]

Rintaro. We sparred once. He left, but was only gone a few days before coming back and challenging me to another spar. He said he’ll keep doing it until I call him Kumarin or he wins, but I won’t submit so easily.

[So maybe Sasuke has a funnel for his fight energy and he’ll be okay at a venue. Except Taka is smart and knows better. One dishonorable move against him or Taka, and Sasuke will go apeshit. Let’s not think about drunk Sasuke until it actually happens. A drunk ninja at a concert with a potential mosh pit. Hm.

Taka might be forced to hold his hand.]

I'm on mobile so this is the best I can do but (jazzhands)

[nosediving]

[ there they are, minding their own business when they collide, because someone (not takaomi) wasn't looking.

there goes his smoothie. he hopes the concrete is grateful for the leftovers.

he sputters an apology, one of the very few words he knows in heavily accented japanese. he lifts his head and freezes mid (fourth) apology when he sees takaomi's face. ]

. . . Ah . . .

[ on this end, he looks like a plain foreigner of college age. his hair is short and his clothes are modern, nothing to tip off his previous identity in terms of appearance, but he sure is looking at takaomi like the guy is familiar. ]

[bakaomi]

Oi, that's--

[ he is about to be like

extremely fucking rude

except he keeps apologizing, which now makes being an asshole awkward, so takaomi just. waits for him to stop. it's fine? but then he does and... is staring at him... for some reason ]

What.

literally flying kicks in the doors guess who

[yurionok]

[It probably catches Taka's attention at first because a) it's music. It's down one of the school hallways, one of the hallways of the arts building, a room near the far end. Music. The door is shut, so it's muffled, but it's there, and if Taka is curious enough to get close... then b) it's Uribos.

But the room isn't any kind of music room. It belongs to the dance studio; the wide-open, floorboard room peppered with stereo, and a wall-to-wall mirror, and two poles (look), and a ballet bar.

Taka is going to have to open the door, however, if he wants to know why Uribos is playing in full surround sound. Opening it a crack shouldn't hurt? The music is loud.]

[bakaomi]

[ closes eyes at the poles

but taka follows the sound, because of course he does. if he were someone else, he'd probably be more shy about this? he doesn't usually hang around this part of the school because he has no interest in it, but... well. good timing.

he opens the door. not all the way, but enough that he can get a good look inside it to see what's going on. ]