Just takin out the trash
I FOUND IT
NO ONE BELIEVED ME WHEN I SAID I HEARD AN ICE CREAM TRUCK DROPIN BEATS DOWN THE STREET
NOW I HAVE A VID TO PROVE IT OMG I’M SO HAPPY I DIDN’T IMAGINE IT YOU GUYS HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY THIS MAKES ME
'cause you only know you've been high when you're feelin' low
you only miss the sun when it starts to snow
you only know you love her when you let her go.
Talk Noot Noot To Me
yeah I spent way too much time on this
I’m 72% water and 28% fall out boy lyrics
but that’s just who i am this week
Her eyes remain shut despite her insistence, Ryouga you better be taking care of me! and a harsh of course Rio will kill me if I don’t resounds back to her, though fingers tighten around hers as he comes to a stop.
"Sit." He insists and she does as she’s told, complete with a signature pout and crossed arms that has him chuckling before he can stop himself. "Hey now, you’re making me look like a bad boyfriend. Makes me not want to continue my surprise." Her pout deepens, an obvious you’re wasting my time and his laugh is drowned out by the large creak of exposing the rusty piano keys.
A gasp flies from her as she connects the dots, hands resting gently along his. “Ryouga, you don’t-“
"It’s been a couple hundred years since I’ve last played, so don’t be too angry if I’m rusty, okay?"
I hope this is okay!
He’s surprised to find her awake with tired eyes fixated on the window of his room, her textbooks and notebooks open and placed neatly at her feet aside the quilt she’s decided to bundle herself in, patchwork blue squares of all shades that, frankly, makes her look enveloped by some foreboding sea. Not that the weather outside was any less comforting; since noon, Heartland’s been battling a storm that’s surprisingly left power out in the lesser developed areas, the very same storm now causing rain-streaked windows to shake and the music of rain against the rooftops to be a constant melody.
But it’s nothing he can control nor is he bothered, and so he places himself at his desk after he hands her that mug of coffee she requested and opens up his own books, idly sipping his own coffee until the heat’s more irritating than comforting. It’s only when he hears giggling behind him, clearly muffled behind her hands until she decides not to care does he turn around and face her, watching as she managed to look amused and embarrassed in that moment when she points to the window and says, “I drew you, Shark! See?”
He manages to avoid smiling for all of a few seconds before he bows his head, forces a scoff, and replies, “You drew the fin wrong,” as he slides from his seat and joins her on the floor, sock-clad feet now underneath her quilt. Pressing his fingertip against the cold glass, he avoids her eyes when, slowly and quite clumsily, draws a small little bird.
“Are those supposed to be feet?”
He smiles. “Shut up, Kotori.”
When she hugs him, she lingers a bit. Kotori has never smelled cologne on a boy before, and it’s a little bit alarming how much she likes it. She even holds him a bit tighter, burrowing her face to his chest.
Ryouga hides his blush in a mask of false irritation.