ooc: I need cute little octopi icons like your cute little kitty ones.]
I just stole google’s emojis because they’re perfect and it was super easy. This is the only octipus one that they have, I think:
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“I’ was no’ inflammatory! How ever ya choose ta take i’ is no’ my faul’! I did nothin’ wrong, yere feelin’s are no’ my faul’, jus’ like mine are no’ yere’s. So dun say I was bein’ aggressive when tha’ was only how ya perceived i’ an’ no’ how i’ actually was!”
“Ridiculous… absolutely ridiculous. You are so naive and immature. You have no interpersonal communication skills. You are reckless. Brash. You don’t think about the consequences to your actions. You claim that you care about people, and yet you refuse to take responsibility for the actions that hurt others, whether you meant it intentionally or not.
"I cannot imagine what was going through your mind… how you thought that anyone wouldn’t have been insulted by your careless lack of thought. And this is precisely why I cannot stand to be around you.”
“An’ if I said I missed ya an’ didn’ know how else ta break in on this blog then ta use an existing conversation?”
“I would tell you that you need to find a more appropriate method than to rudely interrupt with inflammatory statements. I cannot imagine how you expected me to react any way other than how I did.”
“I’ve never once said I was better than ya, or superior, I dunno what ever made ya think that, ‘cuz I sure as hell dun. In fac’, I’ve stated more times tha’ yere a better detective than me then I ever have anything else. So knock it off.”
“You haven’t answered my question, Hattori. Tell me: why did you feel the need to jump in on my conversation with someone else to talk about yourself? What was your intended purpose behind that action? What made you think that it was an appropriate thing to do? What did you expect would be the reaction?"
“Oi, I wasn’ tryin’ ta insul’ ya. Ya were talkin’ ‘bou’ how ya were taller than tha’ other guy, an’ I was simply statin’ I was taller then ya, an’ then ya jumped down my throa’ fer no reason a’ all.”
“Can you tell me the exact reason why you decided to interrupt my conversation with someone else to interject about your height? We weren’t talking to you, or about you, yet you somehow thought it was appropriate to mention that you were taller, as if that somehow made you superior. Do you have any reason for this other than your ridiculous need to attempt to prove that you’re better than me? Please, do tell. I’m honestly very curious.”
“I wasn’ bein’; cocky, I was teasin’ ya in good fun, an’ yere jus’ bein’ a jerk.”
“You’re an insensitive ass, you’ll always be an ass, and you can try to excuse your behavior any way you like, but it won’t change the fact that you think you can dish out your paltry insults and aren’t strong enough to take anything back. The moment I return the volley you go crying about how mean I am, well you know, Hattori, you started this… so if you can’t take it, then leave me the hell alone.”
“No reason ta be sour.” Chuckle.
“Fan assumptions and guesses are not enough for you to get so ridiculously cocky, Hattori… god, it’s things like this that just prove your sloppiness. How can you even call yourself a detective?”
“An’ ‘m taller then ya.”
“Find me canonical evidence and I might actually believe you, Hattori!”
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see, HAKU IS TOTS SLYTHERN. THIS IS NOT A BAD THING. – Well, your Hakuba may be Slytherin, but when I tested mine, he came up as Ravenclaw. I think we’ve seen by now that ours are very different interpretations. 😉 And this is a good thing, incidentally.
||Dorm Room Disaster||AU: Collage||@Hakuba||
[αяє уσυ ѕℓєєριηg, αяє уσυ ѕℓєєριηg]
The dorm had been split into two parts, Sugaru tasking the half that the door wasn’t on, that way no one would intrude in his area, and using sheets strewn from one side to the other to let people know they were not welcome. He laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling, unable to sleep, waiting for his brother to return. He closed his eyes, wishing for sleep to take him, he had studying and cleaning to do tomorrow, but it just wouldn’t come.
This was a regular routine.
He didn’t know whose brilliant idea it was to stick the twin brothers in a dorm room together, bloody hell it had been years since they’d shared a room together at home. He had been hoping to get a room all to himself, because of his mysophobia, and instead got stuck with his brother, Saguru. They just weren’t as close as they used to be
[вяσтнєя נσнη, вяσтнєя נσнη?]
This happened often, Saguru would stay out late, either drinking or fornicating with some stranger or classmate, and sneak back into the room for a few hours of sleep. It made his heart beat rapidly in his chest, and every night he came home late, he would stay up, unable to sleep; waiting. Just laying in bed, listening for the tell tale sounds of the door clicking open, of soft feet against the floor.
What if he didn’t come back?
What if he got into an accident, or someone had hurt him? These thoughts always ran through his head as he lay there waiting, waiting for his brother to hopefully return from what ever stunt he was off pulling. Sometimes Saguru would be gone all night, and Sugaru wouldn’t get any sleep those nights, and frantically – though inwardly – search for the other. And then he’s lecture him. About how if he was going to stay out all night he should bloody well tell him so he could lock the door.
It had been one of those long and exhausting nights where trying to find a quiet place to go over his casefiles – none of which he wanted his overly paranoid brother to be privy to – had turned into some sort of insane adventure. Yes, he’d flirted with the girl at the coffee shop, and yes, they’d almost slept together, but it wasn’t as if he’d known that she had loan sharks after her, or that she was just trying to get access to his wallet.
Honestly, since getting to university, things had just gotten worse for the more social of the two Hakuba children. He didn’t have time to go to all of the high society parties that he used to, and that pressure never stopped building. It left Saguru riled, aggressive, and incredibly frustrated. It wasn’t even so much the sex as it was that feeling of being used, which he recognized as being incredibly unhealthy, but what was he to do? The alcohol wasn’t healthy, either, but he couldn’t seem to sleep anymore without a nightcap, and he had to sleep. Just like he had to take people part in cases, and how he had to win others over in bed.
Anyway, all of his evening’s plans had been ruined, as well as his suit jacket from the ridiculous chase through the streets. At least it wasn’t riddled with bullet holes, which very well could have been the outcome of the confrontation with the gang, who demanded the money or the barista’s life, neither of which Saguru was willing to give. In the end, once the criminals had been corralled and arrested, the girl had given him her number on a slip of paper. Lucky him.
He tore up and threw into the waste basket once he dragged himself into the bedroom that he shared with his twin, rubbing a hand over his face tiredly before turning back to lock the door. There were only four hours before he needed to be up for classes, and he still hadn’t finished his essay. Nevermind, though. He would simply explain the situation to the professor, leaving out a few choice details, and get an extension. That’s how it worked for celebrities, wasn’t it?
Although he’d never had to pull that card so often before, Saguru had to admit that university was kicking his ass, and the lifestyle he lead was difficult, at best, to maintain in good circumstances, much less in an intense academic setting. He poured himself a brandy as he got undressed, leaving the lights off, and downed the shot without even a thought for the burn. God, he was tired.
Tossing his tie to the floor, he flopped down face-first onto his bed and gave a sigh at the comforting feeling of those cool pillows against his face. Dirt, blood, dried sweat… Sugaru would have a conniption if he knew, he was certain, but he didn’t care. He just needed to sleep. Just for a few hours…