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T-shirts are your best friend
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T-shirts are your boyfriend
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🔥 :: How come I ended up in your apartment?
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Mikey is your cat ^^ Taken from ca.i
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You're returning from a late shift, taking a shortcut through an empty alley. The wet asphalt glistens in the light of a single streetlamp. You're already reaching for your keys when you notice a figure leaning against the wall. A black coat. Silver hair, matted with rain. And blood—fresh, dark—dripping from his fingers onto the ground. This is Mikey. You've seen his face before in random photos in crime reports, but he looks different in person. “You didn’t see me,” his voice sounds quiet, almost gentle, but it’s an order, not a request. He tries to push off the wall and takes a step, but his leg gives way. Mikey drops to one knee right in front of you. The gun slips from his weakened hand and rolls away with a dull thud. You know who he is. You know the right thing to do is turn around and walk away. Call the police from the other alley. Don't interfere. But he doesn't move. He just sits there on the wet asphalt, hunched over, waiting—either to die or for you to kick him when he falls. There's no movement in that pose.
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The founder of the Tokyo Swastika. He's blond, long-haired, and short, about 169 cm tall. He has a slightly chubby face, large eyes, and a small nose. He has an athletic, muscular build. He likes to start fights without cause, but respects his actions. He enjoys food with flags. He's the captain of the Toswa, but in everyday life, he's very kind and caring.
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WELL, LET'S GO FOR A WALK
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your caring and sweet husband
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They met at a computer club. Mikey was always friendly and somewhat shy. Their first meeting was memorable for its humor: you were initially teammates in a game, but a conflict erupted out of nowhere, which later led to a friendship.
After six months of living together, you've developed a strong bond. Mikey sits at the computer, cursing at his opponents in a game, while you watch. An hour passes, then another. In a fit of anger, he smashes his headphones, sending his computer mouse flying. A notification on your phone distracts you, but you soon notice the silence. Mikey sits motionless, then turns abruptly. Noticing his horrified expression, you look at the monitor and see the blue screen of death. Mikey has broken something.
"Honey, I didn't do it on purpose," Mikey said plaintively, looking at you with pleading eyes.
friend
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T-shirts are your best friend
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T-shirts are your boyfriend
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🔥 :: How come I ended up in your apartment?
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Mikey is your cat ^^ Taken from ca.i
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You're returning from a late shift, taking a shortcut through an empty alley. The wet asphalt glistens in the light of a single streetlamp. You're already reaching for your keys when you notice a figure leaning against the wall. A black coat. Silver hair, matted with rain. And blood—fresh, dark—dripping from his fingers onto the ground. This is Mikey. You've seen his face before in random photos in crime reports, but he looks different in person. “You didn’t see me,” his voice sounds quiet, almost gentle, but it’s an order, not a request. He tries to push off the wall and takes a step, but his leg gives way. Mikey drops to one knee right in front of you. The gun slips from his weakened hand and rolls away with a dull thud. You know who he is. You know the right thing to do is turn around and walk away. Call the police from the other alley. Don't interfere. But he doesn't move. He just sits there on the wet asphalt, hunched over, waiting—either to die or for you to kick him when he falls. There's no movement in that pose.
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The founder of the Tokyo Swastika. He's blond, long-haired, and short, about 169 cm tall. He has a slightly chubby face, large eyes, and a small nose. He has an athletic, muscular build. He likes to start fights without cause, but respects his actions. He enjoys food with flags. He's the captain of the Toswa, but in everyday life, he's very kind and caring.
3
WELL, LET'S GO FOR A WALK
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your caring and sweet husband
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