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Ask the Person Below You a Question v2

I don't really have one but I do have a video that kind of interestingly popped back into my life unexpectedly.

It originally went viral years ago when a part of it was taken out of context. I got a good laugh and so did everyone else who watched =3 (that's not me using an emoji). Then maybe a handful of months ago, my sister asks if I heard about some guy who fought off a bear. I told her no but I'm super interested and ask her to tell me about it. She opens her phone and proceeds to show me a Tiktok video. This is what plays.

So weird seeing that one hop a generation.

What is something you desperately want but can't have?

Word association Game!

Decibel

Word association Game!

alarm

Post a random fact about yourself.

I've had three aura migraines. The first was unexpected. The second and third times were like watching someone light a fuse to a bomb in front of you and sitting there waiting for it to go off.

What is the Strangest Thing That You've Done for an RP?

I'll sometimes talk to my characters. It helps me figure out who they are.

Lostman Graffiti

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N O R T H E R N D I S T R I C T · H I N A T A

"You think you'll be fine?"

"Oh. Oh yes."

"Keep your eye on Toshi please."

"I won't let him die."

"Y-yes. Please don't let that happen, but uh... text me in case it does."

"Not the police. Got it boss."

"No. I mean if-...I'll see you tomorrow."

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3:30. Late as usual.

Mochi tapped at his watch hoping the time was wrong. Hoping that maybe the hands had gotten stuck. That maybe the thing was broken or perhaps the heat was getting to him and he was seeing things.

3:30. "Late as usual." He sighed.

The sun was bearing down on him as he stood on the sidewalk. He could feel it searing his skin, burning the ends of his hair, igniting the air in his lungs as he breathed in fire. He could feel beads of sweat forming on his brow, moisture pooling under the straps of his pack; could feel himself beginning to melt into the cement. He shuffled to his left a bit, dousing his head in the shadow of the bus stop sign. It was far too hot to be out and far too hot to be out for an hour waiting for the next shuttle. By the time it came around, he'd be a puddle.

A gust of warm, stifling air kicked up and nudged him to the left, some of it catching the sweat on his skin and kissing him like ice. He turned his head to follow and his eyes fell on an izakaya. The same one that had been there since before he'd begun work at the coffee shop. The kamon on the noren was a sphere with a tri-shaped piece cut out of the middle and three half starbursts on it's edges. A family crest he recognized. It danced lightly against the wind, the fabric catching on a pillow of air and opening down the middle almost beckoning Mochi inside. At least that's what he told himself it was doing as he stepped out from under his inadequate shade. The sun beat down on him again and he winched.

An hour. That's all he needed. The next shuttle would be there in an hour. There was cold air inside he was sure. Cold air... and ice to cure his headache.

And water. He was thirsty.

What Are You Listening To?

_{commitment issues by ygspliff
album: commitment issues - single (2019)}
^{genre: hip-hop/soul}

Give the Avatar above you a porn name

Fury

Lostman Graffiti

Brewdude

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K A E D E , M O C H I Z U K I
"What's your story?"
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D E S C R I P T I O N :

^{_{S E X :}} Male
^{_{A G E :}} 20
^{_{H E I G H T :}} 5'11"
^{_{W E I G H T :}} 155lbs

Mochi is the guy you run into all the time at the coffee shop, mostly because he works there. Tall and lithe. Weighing in at a slight less than average one hundred and fifty pounds. Black hair, hazel eyes framed in blacked rimmed glasses, light skin that is ever so slightly kissed by the sun. He's usually one to keep things as business casual as he can, which he really can't, in an attempt to keep the appearances of a man more focused than he knows he really is. His clothes, even as well fitted as they are, tend to move on their own, as does his hair, and glasses, and his belongings whenever he puts them down. The only thing as stagnant as the lifestyle he's chasing is his life. Tenoroshi can do that to people.

Despite appearances leading to assumptions of a lack of drive, Mochi is quite diligent when it comes to his work and studies. He's managed to remain top of his class and keep a healthy social lifestyle. When his head isn't in a book, he's actively keeping in touch with friends, keeping up with the happenings in far off places and trying to find what adventure he may in this confined word of his. When not getting lost in the musing of a young adult, he's making coffee. Good with his hands, good with machines and good with people, his work ethic has seen to his promotion and after a year on the job, he now manages his own team of baristas.

When the facade of a man meant for better things becomes to great a weight to bear, or when at home, he sheds this skin to the young adult still a boy dressed in sweatpants and t-shirts smeared with print. Sometimes wrinkled.

Usually wrinkled.

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^{This OC conceived for: Lostman Graffiti}

Post a random fact about yourself.

After 6 years... This is my 1000th post.
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