reflctions

@reflctions:  [and it looked like kurama would actually contemplate it. well, until his mouth parted again to speak,]  do it, or you won’t get dessert after dinner today.  [it felt childish to threaten with that, treating yūrei with the exact same threats as he did back when they were both in middle school together.]  i know you can do it, you’re just being difficult right now.

    ◞／    @allunburied   .      ``   ammaaaaa noooo!!    "    the complaint was whined out in a drawled  sound  that seems to bounce of the gymnasium walls. yūrei slumps their shoulders -- an action once copied from another student. he drops his head in defeat, but he doesn't make any move to rejoin the laps he abruptly stopped.   ``    it's so lame!  I don't want to.   " 

—do five more laps. it’s only fair.

@reflctions:  do the teachers know this? stop hitting other students, you’re going to get kicked out of the school before you graduate if you keep this up.

    ◞／   @allunburied    .        ``    i dunno, some dude got mad for nooo reason!   he hit me, so I hit him back!  ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧   " 

—this is the fourth time you’ve gotten in trouble. what happened? 

“   i said i don’t.   “

      ◞／    @tohisown    .       ``    and you still owe me,  you lame-o!!!    " 

“   you’re /childish/.   “

“   .. fuck off.   “

     ◞／   @tohisown   .     ``   whyyy?  are you gonna go do something gross? Is that why? ehehe.. kitty what's your deeaaall?   " 

“   do. not. follow. me.   “

/ heh.. don’t my grippers feel nice..!

        hq  original character.   ☆    he/him     5'5". 
                    themes of : child neglect,  implied / ref
                    mental  illness,  social ostracisement,  
                    violence. 

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀◞／     running on impulse,  sugar, and
                          a concerning lack of self-preservation, 
            ⠀⠀⠀⠀  yūrei doesn't seem too concerned with 
                         anything outside of himself and what he
                         likes.    he rarely listens to others,  rarely 
                         attends class, and only ever pays
                         attention if it involves something he has
                         a personal interest in.  on the court,  he
                         is undoubtedly a skilled player,  though 
                         yūrei is often the first to clash, collide, or
                         start a fight with his team.   it's hard to 
                         tell whether he does it on purpose or if
                         he's simply just that careless.  either
                         way,   he's  not apologising.   like  ever.
            
                         he also has this terrible habit of copying.
                         expressions, phrases, body language. it
                         is practically impossible for him to not
                         be mimicking whoever it is before him. 
                         whether he's using it to process or not
                         is up in the air.  and often times pisses
                         people off.      not that he cares.  

⠀⠀ ⠀ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧   Ao  Yūrei   ◞／    ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵍʰᵒˢᵗ       
                rāterudai volleyball club's    2nd year libero ! !      

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@horrorific 
                   ﹋ٜ۪ꥇ໋۬ ꒷          ``   am I?    "   his lips curl in amusement,   yellowed irses take in the dishevelled mess.   hands fall over the ones tugging at ruffles,  sliding down to wrists.  he leans forward,  tilting his head.    ``   what a state you're in..   very well, how should I help?   " 

˝ no..  no please,  you're the only one who can help me. ˝ ⠀a whine leaves his lips,  glasses tilted  ..  how disheveled he appears to be it's nigh pitiful as fingertips clutched into the phantom's garment.