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{♠} || “The feeling is mutual. This week feels a bit stagnating, isn’t it?”

“It’s a bit… lonely here…”

#takamichi lives}} #;;ic #kanataminatorp

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{♠} || “I refuse! I’m not about to be part of your next black magic experiment!” He huffed back quickly, yet backed away. While he could continue arguing with the other-- he was actually deathly afraid of what the younger could be capable of doing. And he was pretty sure Mio wasn’t lying about his black magic.

He was about to turn on his heels and probably make a run for it-- but one particular comment rang through his ears.

“...if a vermin like you is even an acceptable sacrifice~“

He absolutely hated when his self-worth was being judged on. He was a Sanzenin, and the equivalent of a modern-day noble. He was not about to let some brat devalue him and his pride. Takamichi turned to face him, crossing his arms to coolly glared at the other Second Generation (although his legs were still shaking). 

“Watch your mouth, Mio. You’re talking to the first son of the Sanzenin Family. Hasn’t Eva-san taught you to respect older people?”

               " ah~? nerve? i don’t think i’ve got nerve at all… i asked nicely, didn’t i? come on, lizard-kun, accept your fate and devote yourself to the almighty bloody master~ i’m sure your sacrifice won’t be… entirely, in vain. if a vermin like you is even an acceptable sacrifice~ “

    oh boy, is he having a field day with this guy. he always knew that takamichi was so incredibly easy to rile up but this… ufufu, this was truly something~ it was amusing to watch him gape and stutter like a suffocating tuna!

    he doesn’t seem too bothered by the other’s tone. he’s still grinning and near humming as he rocks on his heels. poor guy is going to have an awful day.

#chimajo #;;ic #im so SORRY this took long to reply}} #work and school and health got to me}} #that first sentence is totally not one of the new lines takamichi has for mio lol}}

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{♠} || “How the heck can you forget what you bought, Futami?!” The Sanzenin noble looked at his best friend in disbelief. He was unsure what annoyed him more: the fact that Futami yet again ordered (probably) sloth merchandise with his eBay account without batting an eye, or his complete laid-back attitude to all this.

He let out a long sigh and ran his hands through his hair. There was really no point in getting frustrated at the other. What did he really expect-- this was the typical Futami, always doing things at his own pace-- including leeching off of him. But hanging out with the other and Issei made things all the more interesting. 

However, he did make a mental note to change his password later.

“So? Are you going to open it?” Takamichi glanced between the other man and his packages, still slightly miffed.

“If it’s something weird, I’ll call Issei to punch you to tomorow, Futami.”

two guys just wanna have fun (not really)

It was a bright, beautiful Saturday, with a sun that shone brighter than… Well, brighter than the sun usually shone on less beautiful days. The perfect setting for one to go out for a run or something if they so pleased. Which was the exact opposite of what Futami was doing at this present moment.

The man currently sat hunched over his favorite mobile game with a cigarette between his lips, waiting outside a cafe not far from his apartment. One of his good friends, Sanzenin Takamichi, was supposed to meet him here for what Futami had called a “best friends day”. And judging by the polished shoes that came to a stop in front of him, the wait was now over. At the sound of his own name, he looked up.

His eyes lit up at the sight of the packages. He did his best to catch all three at once, choosing to ignore the other’s complaints about using his eBay account. After all, he knew that Takamichi wouldn’t actually do anything to stop him.

He took a long drag on his cigarette before answering his question;

     “Honestly… I don’t remember~”

#wannabeneet #;;ic #these TWO}}

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two guys just wanna have fun (not really)

@wannabeneet

{♠} || “Futami....” Arms folded around a few packages, his eye twitched at his overly laid-back friend. The culprit to the start of a new trouble.

“Why were three packages sitting at my door this morning?” Annoyed, he threw the packages to the other. Luckily, they seemed to be rather light, so it was definitely not another Nama-chan dakimakura. “You need to seriously stop using my eBay-- this is just getting ridiculous that your purchases keep arriving to my home. I’m not your deliveryman, Futami!” Takamichi paused, and sharp violet eyes pierced their gaze at one of his best friends. 

“Now what the hell are those packages?”

#wannabeneet #;;ic #{{ im crying i cant }}

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{♠} || "L-L-Lizard?! How dare you!” The Sanzenin heir was simply walking down the corridor, but by chance he met up with another fellow Second Generation.

In all his distaste, it had to be Mio Yamanobe of RE:BERSERK. Ban already annoyed him enough on account of family rivalries, but Mio had a way with words that irritated Takamichi to no end. 

Naturally, his temper set off with his pride and looks being insulted just like that.

“To call me something so unpleasant like that... you’ve got some nerve, Mio!”

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               “ my, my…”

     a devious grin graces his lips as he looms in closer, eyes narrowed and directed quite rudely at the much taller man’s obnoxious hair-do. it’d be kind of him to fake a compliment– probably even more kind of him to just leave now before he insulted the guy– but no, he was going to open his mouth. as per usual.

               “ fufu… ne, could you follow me~? i was in need of a lizard for my latest potion and it seems as though you’re perfect for the job~ ”

#chimajo #;;ic #{{ TAKAMIchi has a birthday quote for mio's birthday im crying}}

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Takamichi: *Slips a $20 bill to Futami*

Takamichi: Please stop ignoring me.

Futami: Hey look, a $20 bill.

#neet;; #muse;;

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{♠} || “Irritating?! I should be the one irritated!” Takamichi scowled under his breath, but unfortunately complied to the younger’s demands. Kokoro had a point-- they were in public. But he was highly irked right now for suddenly becoming the other Second Gen’s work mule. He counted to ten to calm himself, before he was able to shoot more questions at the younger I-Chu.

“So? Were your friends too busy today for you too?”

dress up time

#superidolkokoro #;;ic

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{♠} || He watched in astonishment as the drowsy boy walked up to the machine and simply inserted a few coins. And as easy as that, the drink popped out with no hassle for him.

Needless to say, his cheeks tinged red with embarrassment at the fact this kid had one-upped him. For someone rich and powerful like him to have so much trouble with a simple machine like that... he felt his pride being wounded.

He was about to scowl at the other’s offer, sensing pity in those words, but kept his tongue in check. The younger one did help him after all.

“...Fine. But it won’t be like that the next time.”

“Maaa~ You could do that~”

Walking past Takamichi, Mutsuki pulled out a small collection of coins and inserted them into the machine, procuring himself a drink and pressing the cool bottle to his cheek with a happy sigh.

“I wonder how far that cafe is though~ To walk to in this heat~” He raised an amused glance to Takamichi. “Or would you let this commoner treat you instead~?”

#drowsylullaby #;;ic

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{♠} || “C-cute as it may be, I have an image to uphold for my family!” In truth, he was actually a bit fond of Futami’s ever growing Nama-chan collection. He even owned a few things that his friend gave him for occasions.

But as if he would admit that out loud.

“And you haven’t been around Futami a lot. It’s rather shameless whenever he gets so passionate about that sloth mascot.”

“And who do you think I am?” Takamichi smirked at the other’s question and held out his phone. “Naturally, I already messaged Futami ahead of time to come pick up his sloth. I’m busy here any-” A small ping from his phone interrupted him and the green haired man pulled the phone towards him to read the notification.

A few seconds later, the Sanzenin heir stared at the text in disbelief and frustration.

“What does he mean he can’t get here for a few more hours?! I can’t watch Nama-chan all day!” 

it’s a misunderstanding!

[[ ☾ ]] – ❝ Aw, so quick to shoot down the possibility, I see. ❞ Runa pouted, though the gesture was done completely in jest, for he was quick to revert back to his smiling self from just a few moments ago. ❝ Such a shame too. There’s nothing wrong with a grown man unable to resist the temptation of something cute. I would have kept it a se-cret~ ❞

He gave a wink to Takamichi, raising his free index finger to the front of his lips as if to reassure the other of his capability to be his confidant, though he was aware of how unnecessary that would be.

❝ My condolences that you too have a troublesome peer, but I’m sure he shall appreciate your efforts. ❞ Runa eased up on his jokes, worried if he went too far that the man might burst from embarrassment. ❝ May I ask how you plan to deliver this to your friend? Shall he be meeting with you here, or do you get to parade through the streets with his ‘beloved’ Nama-chan in hand? ❞

#tsukusha #;;ic

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{♠} || This was absolutely terrible luck he had today. It had to be Runa of all people to see him in this predicament. While the other didn’t seem to be the type to spread gossip, Takamichi was well aware of the younger’s status.

The calm and elegant member of Pop N’ Star was the son of a well-known politician. And here he was, heir to the Sanzenin family, standing in front of that politician’s son in a rather embarrassing situation. It was easy to misunderstand what was happening. But one thing was for sure.

He was definitely going to kill Futami later.

"You’re misunderstanding, Runa! This isn’t mine!” His face turned red and he stammered quickly, holding the doll away from him. “This is Futami’s beloved Nama-chan. He forgot it here when we were practicing earlier.”

it’s a misunderstanding!

[[ ☾ ]] – ❝ Oh dear, you look as if you’ve seen a ghost. ❞

Runa’s voice came out with a light-hearted, soft chuckle. Although he made no effort to hide it, he at least decided to keep it short so as to not cause the other any more misery than what it seemed as if he was already plagued with.

❝ Is that plush doll yours by chance? ❞ he came out and asked. The male left his position of standing in the doorway to approach the taller student, adjusting the strap on his personal bag as he took his steps forth. ❝ Fufu… It’s very cute. ❞

Whilst he had a gut feeling that this man was not the true owner (he vaguely remembered a different upperclassman holding the same one, though perhaps there was a fan club of sorts amongst the school), he could not resist the temptation to tease the poor man at least a little bit.

#tsukusha #;;ic

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(Issei and Futami in Takamichi’s house)

Takamichi: What the heck are you guys doing here?!

Futami: I could ask you the same question.

Takamichi: I live here!

Futami: I should ask you a different question.

#neet;; #leader;; #lancelot;; #muse;;

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dress up time

@superidolkokoro

{♠} || “Oi, Kokoro! Why do I have to carry your bags?!” The green-hair man shouted, his arms burdened with shopping bags that were shoved to him. Today was supposed to have been a normal day off for him. Issei was running errands and Futami couldn’t be bothered to go out on a hot day.

So Takamichi had been left alone and bored on his day off, deciding to go window shopping for his own amusement. If he wanted to, he could buy everything in sight.

However, his boredom had quickly gone away when he encountered Kokoro by chance in a store. And before he knew it, the older man found himself in this predicament: being the younger’s bag carrier. He was a man of the Sanzenin, for god sake! Not a butler!

“And why do I have to tag along your shopping trip in the first place?”

#superidolkokoro #;;ic #i hope this is good enough ;v;}}

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;;ooc: Ah right, my mun faceclaim is Tenka from Donten ni Warau!

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it’s a misunderstanding!

@tsukusha

{♠} || “That Futami... it’s so like him to forget his stuff. But Nama-chan? Really?” Takamichi scowled lightly, walking down the corridors of the school. “It can’t be helped I was still at the school when he texted me, so I’ll get it. Was it this practice room?”

Opening the door, he peered inside, hoping no one was in there. As if he would let himself be caught holding an overstuffed sloth plushie. He wasn’t shameless like Futami!

Spotting the sloth doll sitting in the chair, Takamichi entered the room to grab it immediately.

“There. That Futami should be grateful the Sanzenin men are generous people.” As he turned around to leave, he suddenly froze like a deer in the headlights, Nama-chan in arms, and stared in horror at the doorway. 

There was someone standing there.

#tsukusha #;;ic #rest in pieces takamichis pride}}

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{♠} || “...The smallest change I have is a $20.” Looking back at the machine, he sighed in frustration.

“I assume it's not going to take that either.” He closed his wallet shut and shook his head. “I rather just walk to a cafe instead of wasting time on this infuriating machine.”

Mutsuki hummed to himself as Takamichi searched his wallet. Slipping his hand into his pocket, Mutsuki pulled his cellphone out and checked to see if Satsuki had messaged him again, tapping out a quick reply when he saw that there was one asking if he was definitely up and not having fallen back asleep.

When he looked back to the green-haired man, he was still looking into his wallet.

“Is something wrong Takamichi-sa~n~?”

Mutsuki could already hazard a guess if the man had immediately thought to use a card after his fifty had been denied.

#drowsylullaby #;;ic

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Takamichi Sanzenin X’mas Scout LE/GR “Only For Today”

#muse;;

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{♠} || “I don’t want to hear that from the likes of you Third Generation.” He scowled at the comment of being cute. However, upon realizing the younger’s insight, Takamichi wanted to slap his own forehead. Why the hell did he not read the machine in the first place?

“Of course! How could I forget commoners use so much less to buy things...” Maybe he should stop sending Issei or Futami to buy stuff for the three of them. His ignorance of commoner ways has got to change. Grumbling, he pulled out his high-quality leather wallet to look for this “small” change that Mutsuki advised.

...He silently found out he had none. Or at least the smallest one was a $20 bill.

Fifty—? Ahh, rich people really did think quite differently from the rest of them huh? 

“Takamichi-san is surprisingly cute neh?” Mutsuki responded before he’d thought his words through. Not that he would take them back. The older i-chu had rather funny reactions.

“Try putting in smaller change. It says on the machine that it doesn’t accept anything that high~”

#[takamichi voice] why would i bring small change}} #;;ic #drowsylullaby