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it’s nanami,  not “nanamin” or “nana—mi”

@offmutt    i’m trying to enjoy my tea..

Well, at least you got rid of that horrid haircut, Nana-mi ( ◠‿◠ ) Nana.. That’ll be your new name, courtesy of me! ( ◠‿◠ )

@offmutt   The streets changed you!!!

i love being a burglar :D

I was having tea… I have the pompompurin key chain you gave me in high school … come back Niko…

@over7-3   Kills u

@6THEYES  ok

@over7-3   I hope everyone dies too after im gone.  #IhateHumanity

[HUH,    what?]    oh,  i  killed  them.  

@over7-3       ＊       Just now.    (He doesn’t offer much of an explanation,  limbs stretch out carefully as his head rests against Nanami’s lap.  A small yawn as his mouth parts,  pressing together for a moment as he's still half—asleep.)    I’ve missed you,  I want to stay awake.  At least for now.  I haven’t seen you for weeks..    (Which was true,  trailing off as his eyes flutter close.  Hand slowly sliding to the blonde’s,  offering a gentle squeeze.)    I’m sorry,  i know you were looking forward to the date.  I ruined it.    (A heavy sigh escapes,  no matter the exhaustion that sunk into his bones.  However,  Satoru couldn’t help but gain a bittersweet taste from his own mistake.  Was it even a mistake?)    But I do want to spend time with you.  Principal Yaga told me I have to go on another mission this week.    (Eyes narrow,  a bit of anger in his tone as he finally sits up.  Leaning forward,  pressing a small kiss against his neck.)    Hi,  handsome.  You look good tonight.  Hm..  Are you tired?

ꔷ ꔷ ꔷ                         ⟢        
            @⃨OVER7-3  ┊ @6THEYES
            ━━━━━━━━━━
            N.K    ━━━━   ❝ (  …  )   WHEN 
            DID YOU WAKE UP?   I THOUGHT
            I TOLD YOU TO REST UP,  YOU’VE
            HAD A LONG DAY.    ❜❜  
            
                                               ═ㅤ═ ⠀ㅤ
                      ⧼  ﹙₀₁﹚    ⇽  AN IMPROMPTU 
                     date night.  Abandoned hours
                     ago.   Satoru came home late,
                     the food was cold and the flame
                     of candles have long died out.
                     A quick glance at his watch tells
                     Kento that Satoru arrived back 
                     home at three a.m,  any hope of 
                     dinner was long gone. Especially 
                     with the exhaustion oozed from 
                     Satoru’s body. There was always 
                                      NEXT TIME. 
                      (  …  )    That night,  Satoru falls
                      asleep in his arms.  Splayed out 
                      against Kento’s lap,  a mess of 
                      distressed snow tinted hair.
                     A GENTLE PALM CARESSING 
                     HIS LOVER’S CHEEK,  A QUIET 
                             PLEE TO HAVE HIM SLEEP
                                       ONCE MORE.
            

@over7-3 *   Rubs my hand together like an evil fly 

@6THEYES uhm please stop before I report you 

*    Well ig…   Starts stripping bc no one else will