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 Posted: Mon May 05, 2014 7:58 pm
 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I'm falling in love,
And wouldn't I like to think so.
And every night I look at the stars out my window.
And I hope I can see the one that we saw together.Lifting his shoulders in a small shrug, Setsuna looked down at the glass in his hands, gently fingering the rim of the cup with his right middle finger to avoid looking directly as Kyoya. "Sometimes.. usually not though... I didn't say anything weird or anything, did I?" He wondered, not even batting an eye at the fact that Kyoya was holding him in his lap, not really caring at this point. After all, he had already seen Setsuna in so many other embarrassing ways, why freak out and show Kyoya an even more embarrassing, clumsy, annoying side of himself? The small neko's tail flicked slightly with his inner chaos, but he quickly calmed himself to prevent from causing any more trouble for Kyoya or himself.
[[{{ OOC: }}]] You're as cute as a button
The things you do sure are something
Are you running out of breath
From running through my head, all night?
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2014 8:26 pm
AiRozu-chan  There ain't no rest for the wicked
Money don't grow on trees
I got bills to pay
I got mouths to feed
Ain't nothing in this world for free KYOYA HIBARI Kyoya gave another shrug again. "I don't think so." He mumbled slightly, not helping but to ruffle his hair slightly. "Do you want breakfast?" He asked, hoping to change the subject.  No I can't slow down
I can't hold back
Though you know I wish I could
No there ain't no rest for the wicked
Until we close our eyes for good
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2014 10:11 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI'm falling in love,
And wouldn't I like to think so.
And every night I look at the stars out my window.
And I hope I can see the one that we saw together.Shaking his head slightly in an attempt to fix his hair after Kyoya ruffled it up, Setsuna nodded to his offer for breakfast, right as his stomach growled quietly and brought a rosy blush to the small neko's cheeks as he crawled off the bed and headed for the door, but turning back to look at Kyoya sheepishly. "I-I'm sorry I made you sleep in here with me... I get scared easily in my sleep, and I have a hard time sleeping on my own some nights.. Atsuonii and Mao-chan used to let me sleep in their beds with them sometimes when I was little and it just sort of.. stuck..." He mumbled quietly, blushing more as he admitted to being unable to be alone when he slept, like a five year old. But it was nice to be able to sleep with someone beside you, knowing that if you wake up in the middle of the night and it's pitch-black dark, you're not alone, and your bad dream or dreamless sleep is over.
[[{{ OOC: }}]] You're as cute as a button
The things you do sure are something
Are you running out of breath
From running through my head, all night?
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2014 10:21 pm
Kyoya stood up, stretching his arms above his head with a huge yawn. "I dont mind." He put his hand on the side of his neck, popping both sides. "I'd prefer to lay down next time though." He commented nonchalantly, bending backwards. "Who's Mao-chan?" He asked as an after thought.
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2014 6:43 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI'm falling in love,
And wouldn't I like to think so.
And every night I look at the stars out my window.
And I hope I can see the one that we saw together.Setsuna's ears flicked and his tail swayed behind him a bit at Kyoya's words. 'Next time? I hope there isn't a next time, that would be too embarrassing to handle!' He thought, taking a moment to register the rest of the other's words. "Hm? Oh, I forgot you've never met Mao-chan. He's my other older brother. He moved away a long time ago, to live with his girlfriend.. I'd gotten so used to him being gone but talking about him all the time that I never realize when I'm talking about him to someone who has no clue who he is." He answered, giving a small, sheepish smile as he headed out into the hallway.
[[{{ OOC: }}]] You're as cute as a button
The things you do sure are something
Are you running out of breath
From running through my head, all night?
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2014 7:11 pm
There ain't no rest for the wicked
Money don't grow on trees
I got bills to pay
I got mouths to feed
Ain't nothing in this world for free KYOYA HIBARI Kyoya gave a nod, storing that information. Mao-san, huh? Hopefully I won't have any issues with that one. He thought to himself, walking behind Setsuna to the kitchen. He immediately started grabbing eggs and bacon, already in motion of cooking. "How do you like your eggs?" He asked, assuming Setsuna probably followed. No I can't slow down
I can't hold back
Though you know I wish I could
No there ain't no rest for the wicked
Until we close our eyes for good
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2014 5:47 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI'm falling in love,
And wouldn't I like to think so.
And every night I look at the stars out my window.
And I hope I can see the one that we saw together.Just hearing the other talk about food as Setsuna walked down the stairs after him made the small neko's stomach rumble more and he purred. "Scrambled. And with lots of cheese," he requested, walking into the kitchen and leaning on the island in the kitchen on his elbows, which made him go up on his tiptoes to reach because he was so short. With his tail swaying contently behind him, Setsuna decided he was going to put yesterday, last night, and this morning all behind him and try to act like a normal person today. He needed a day of just normal for once, and he was going to get it even if it killed him. Well, not literally, but he wanted it badly enough.
[[{{ OOC: }}]] You're as cute as a button
The things you do sure are something
Are you running out of breath
From running through my head, all night?
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2014 7:01 pm
AiRozu-chan There ain't no rest for the wicked
Money don't grow on trees
I got bills to pay
I got mouths to feed
Ain't nothing in this world for free KYOYA HIBARI Kyoya walked to the cupboards, grabbing a pan and vegetable oil and walked back to the oven, turning the heat on. Turning on the heat, he poured in the oil, then walked over to the fridge. "Good. That's how I like them too." He grabbed the eggs and cheese, walking back, waiting for the pan to get hot. "Sausage or bacon? Toast or biscuits?" He asked quietly eyeing the pan. Man, he was tired. No I can't slow down
I can't hold back
Though you know I wish I could
No there ain't no rest for the wicked
Until we close our eyes for good
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2014 7:36 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI'm falling in love,
And wouldn't I like to think so.
And every night I look at the stars out my window.
And I hope I can see the one that we saw together."Sausage. Biscuits. What other sort of things do you like, Kyoya-san?" Setsuna asked, curious about his new 'landlord'. After all, if he was going to be living with Kyoya for a while, he might as well get to know him so he could attempt getting on his good side.
[[{{ OOC: }}]] You're as cute as a button
The things you do sure are something
Are you running out of breath
From running through my head, all night?
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2014 7:44 pm
There ain't no rest for the wicked
Money don't grow on trees
I got bills to pay
I got mouths to feed
Ain't nothing in this world for free KYOYA HIBARI Kyoya went to the sink, pouring some water on his hand before flicking it in the pan, the oil snapping and crackling. He took the eggs, cracking them into the pan. "What kind of things?" He questioned, grabbing a spatula, working on the eggs. "Uh, do me a favor?" He asked, looking over at Setsuna. "Make the biscuits. They're in the fridge." No I can't slow down
I can't hold back
Though you know I wish I could
No there ain't no rest for the wicked
Until we close our eyes for good
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2014 7:49 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI'm falling in love,
And wouldn't I like to think so.
And every night I look at the stars out my window.
And I hope I can see the one that we saw together.Silently thanking whomever invented pre-made biscuits, Setsuna went to the fridge and pulled out the can of biscuits, silently cursing the inventor of canned biscuits. He hated opening these cans; they always scared the crap out of him and he would jump every time, even though he knew when it was coming. "Any kinds of things. Movies, books, shoes, hats, cars, trees. Whatever. What things are your favorite?" He asked as he washed his hands before handling the food and getting out the pan to place the biscuits on.
[[{{ OOC: }}]] You're as cute as a button
The things you do sure are something
Are you running out of breath
From running through my head, all night?
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2014 4:53 pm
Kyoya was a little surprised, not used to be asked questions like this often. What things were his favorite? "Uh..." he started, continouing to make the eggs. "I...I have a soft spot for Pulp Fiction." He addmitted, thinking hard as he added cheese. "My favorite book would be....huh. I have a few, Im not really sure." He ears twitched lightly as he thought. It became evident he knew nothing about himself. "I can answer the car one though. 60s red corvette."
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2014 4:38 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI'm falling in love,
And wouldn't I like to think so.
And every night I look at the stars out my window.
And I hope I can see the one that we saw together.Tilting his head to the side, Setsuna looked over his shoulder to Kyoya as he pulled the wrapper from around the can of biscuits, but stopping to ask his questions before popping it open. "Mao-chan liked that too, but I've never watched Pulp Fiction. And is red your favorite color, or do you just think that a red 60's corvette is better than any other colored 60's corvette?" Returning to the can at the end of his last question, Setsuna prepared for when the can popped open, placing his feet shoulder width apart to hold his ground and held the can at arm's length from his body, turning his face to the side while still looking at the can and pressing his thumbs to the can.* The next second the can popped open, making the small neko jump and yelp quietly, shrugging up into himself unconsciously.
[[{{ OOC: *Is it sad that this is exactly how I open and react to opening canned biscuits or cinnamon rolls? xD }}]] You're as cute as a button
The things you do sure are something
Are you running out of breath
From running through my head, all night?
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2014 4:54 pm
AiRozu-chan There ain't no rest for the wicked
Money don't grow on trees
I got bills to pay
I got mouths to feed
Ain't nothing in this world for free KYOYA HIBARI {{No I do too XD}}
"My dad had one and I kinda grew attached." Kyoya answered, looking over at the other neko. He watched him take his place, not helping but be amused. As he yelped, the corner of Kyoya's mouth twitched, as if a smirk was about to form, but failed. "If I knew you were going to have trouble with it, I would've opened it for you." No I can't slow down
I can't hold back
Though you know I wish I could
No there ain't no rest for the wicked
Until we close our eyes for good
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Posted: Sat May 17, 2014 7:37 am
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI'm falling in love,
And wouldn't I like to think so.
And every night I look at the stars out my window.
And I hope I can see the one that we saw together.Blushing a bit and sticking his tongue out at Kyoya, Setsuna returned to the biscuits, taking them out of the can carefully and spacing them evenly on the pan. "I can open canned biscuits on my own, Kyoya-san. I'm not entirely incapable of everything, you know," he replied lightly, his tail swaying in a calm and content manner.
[[{{ OOC: Short post is short. =u= }}]] You're as cute as a button
The things you do sure are something
Are you running out of breath
From running through my head, all night?
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