[center][h1][color=pink]Kazuhiko Ippitsusai[/color][/h1]

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[b][u]Location:[/u][/b] Apartment 2B --> University --> Ryan's 
[b][u]Interacting With:[/u][/b] Didi-[@lopsided] , Felix-[@Turnaround Amy] -via text/ along with the Group Text || Dylan-*NPC*, Everybody at Ryan's -In Person
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Sat by a makeshift nook overlooking the street ( assembled using two dividers a sturdy little shelf and cushion pillows ) Kip held his morning coffee and a meaty sub with a big helping of cayenne pepper as he observed the figures that passed by. 

[color=pink][i]'Ah, the giddy ambiance of hustle and bustle.'[/i][/color] He thought, sipping from the mug.

Things were getting pretty much back to normal after the chaos that ensued from the party... of course things were probably different from what they seem on the surface when it comes to the others but to Kip it was back to: schoolwork, commissions, daily strolls, sketches,taking photos of passersby, Naps, [s]taking more photos of passersby[/s], watching movies and tv, some more schoolwork, same old, same ol--

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[color=a187be][b]"WHAT THE FUCK!!!!"[/b][/color] a familiar voice broke out from the bustling noise. Kip munched on his sub.

[color=a187be]"CLAIRE!!!"[/color] Tas roared from her apartment.

[color=a187be]"You're dead meat you Irish bitch!"[/color] she exclaimed, a few seconds after Kip received a photo of the Lady with her face splattered with Chocolate mousse. [color=pink]"Still gorgeous though."[/color] he swooned, tapping twice on his phone. 

He noticed a text message he missed, sent from earlier.

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[b]From: Mami Nat[/b] (group message)
[color=7f8ef0]It's been at least a week since we hung out. Should we all get together for lunch?[/color]
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The memories from the party flooded back in. He missed them, all of them collectively... He never would have thought he'd have such a sorta-close-knit circle of friends like this after [i]all that happened in the past[/i]. And so of course, he can't pass this lunch on.

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[b]To: practicallyfamily[/b]
[color=pink]Yes, please![/color]
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He devoured the remnants of the sub and then ran towards the shower to get ready for morning class.

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Cinema Paradiso was playing on the 110 inch 4K Led TV, some dedicated eyes fixated on the technicolor frames flashing through, others working on other schoolwork as they shift from the screen to their desk and back. 
Kip on the other hand, was mindlessly sketching [i]a ripped barbarian and an amazonian woman beating up a flashy looking gentleman with a fine butt[/i], this was his 8th time watching the film and his fingers were itching fro some sketching. The professor was out and he can probably just ditch the class, screenings like this are usually legal free-cuts... sitting down without much gains isn't exactly a nice prospect to the idle-hating young man but then again, he's done with most of his schoolwork... although there is that graffiti to work on but that's queued up for the afternoon. 
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[color=fff79a]"Hey, Kippie-doodly~" [/color]hummed the tall, slim and bright-eyed figure that sat beside the tiny asian man, a smile formed on both their faces.
Kip turned his head in the young man's direction, he noticed the pretty flurry of colors playing around his bronze complexion.
[color=fff79a]"I got me some of Miike dvd's, I need some of your Tim Burton's. You up for a little trade?" [/color]
[color=pink]'EXCUSE ME? DID YOU MEAN TASTY PSYCHO-THRILLER GORE MASTERPIECES??!!'[/color] Kip, someone who's deathly afraid of the [i]physical presence of knives[/i] thought, screaming from delight inside... It started as a coping mechanism, this affinity for horror; but through the years, it has become a demented little part of him.
[color=pink]"Yes."[/color] he replied, puppy-eyes wide open.
[color=fff79a]"Alright, will stop by your place next week with the goods then. I'll text you when I'll be coming."[/color] he said, ruffling Kip's hair.
[color=pink][i]'What is with people's obsession with rubbing their palms on my head?'[/i][/color] he wondered.
Dylan got on his laptop as a text rang up Kip's phone.

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[b]From: Anne Frank[/b]
[color=f9ad81]Hey, are we still on this afternoon? Also, did you wear my favorite shirt again?[/color]
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He and Didi have been working on the graffiti project for 4 days, today is the last day, just a few more finishing details. Even though Didi thinks so little of her own artistic aptitude, Kip actually really appreciates her flow and considers her help really essential to this piece. His style wasn't exactly "street-artsy" but with the addition of Didi's doodles, the entire thing just comes together. 

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[b]To: Anne Frank[/b]
[color=pink]Still a-go. Yes and thank you, will give it back safe and sound. [/color]
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One of the perks of having your bestfriend (who has pretty much the same body frame as you) as a roommate was the shared wardrobe, and Didi's shirts were always just so much more comfortable.

[i]"Dylan!"[/i] Somebody called out. 
[color=fff79a]"Waddup?!"[/color] The living bronze statue exclaimed, as his towering figure leaped up from the seat.
[color=fff79a]"Catch you later, Kippie~"[/color] he hummed away, as Kip waved his goodbye.

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Dylan, was the first and technically only friend Kip has made in the university. What started off as a little rivalry blossomed into a still growing friendship, they were org-mates and the both of them always found each other running for the same positions with the inter-school competitions. By the time they were juniors, they got into the same classes with the same schedules and eventually became seatmates, then soon graduated into the -friends with reservations- state that they are now. They never talk about personal stuff and are usually just giddying out and competing over the arts. You would think that at this point, the both of them could develop feelings for each other but as Kip would put it, [color=pink][i]"Dylan might just be too straight to function." [/i][/color]
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Another text buzzed his phone.

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[b]From: Mami Nat[/b] (group message)
[color=7f8ef0]Okay, guys. Already heading to Ryan's so one of you better be there. :[/color]*
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And then another, this time he got a little bit of a jump as the contact name popped up the screen.

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[b]From: Felix[/b]
[color=#c5f1d0]Hey, so ik stuffs weird and whatnot b/c me. But can we talk soonish?[/color] 
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His stomach turned a tad bit, like the tiny dragons inside wagged their tail in mooning. 
........ his mind went blank. [color=pink][i]H-howtodealwiththissomeonehelpmeplease but you know it's not like I was the one who made it awkward to begin with so it's totally fine to just say yes and besides I think he atleasttrustsmyagencymaybe that he actually told me that. it's totally fine he's my friend now and friends help each other out or something just say[/i] [/color]

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[b]To: Felix[/b]
[color=pink]Yes.[/color]
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With the rushed logic, his thumb froze in what felt like forever before he finally calmed himself down to hit send.
welptheregoesitstotallyfine he let out a little sigh.

Cinema Paradiso just ran by as he kept sketching.
He scurried his way out of the campus and into a cab.

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Arriving at Ryan's, Kip found the gang right ahead.
To his surprise, there sat [i]a bisque male doll on a wheelchair[/i], broken in some places with visible cracks but still very beautiful. [color=pink]'Good god, does he even have a bad angle.'[/color] he thought, nodding at him with a faint smile. On one of his visits with Tas to lurk the hospital, he had a chance to [s]creep[/s] [s]spy [/s]look [s]over[/s] [s]into[/s] after the poor guy. And with him was a jolly Nat and Dom, all smiles and warmth. Then there was Didi and Claire, DIDI AND CLAIRE. Who for some reason have some sort of tense aura between them but not the bad kind of tense, like the [color=pink][i]'these two are hiding a little something called loving.'[/i][/color] kind of tense. Didi was flushed red and the kind of red she used to flick on with Benji, having been with Didi for so long, Kip can read Didi like a book.[i][color=pink] 'Oh Didster, you are such a flustered little dork.'[/color][/i] he thought, taking a quick sneaky close-up [color=pink]*click*[/color] with his phone. [color=pink]*click*[/color] and then another [color=pink]*click* [/color]Thank god for that ultra-zoom.

And before he got to the table, another familiar face came into view, the once elusive Feliks was right then and there. Kip scram head-on to the seat next to Didi, heart pounding, dragons fluttering in his stomach. [color=pink]'Two flustered little dorks, karma moves really quick, dunnit?'[/color] he realized.

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