stars align [☄]

[unshiu]

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[ saturn ] - [ male ] - [ sixteen] - [ location;; room, kitchen, dining room ] - [ tagged;; anyone in dining room ]

---------Ou let out a silent puff that wasn't easily picked up by human ears. Sighing mentally, he smiled softly - a bitter smile. He was always an outcast; and the fact would not change no matter where he was, or who he was. Even in life, death, heaven, and hell; he would be a shadow - an outcast. Not lingering over a matter he considered trivial as he was used to it, he grabbed the toast gently; seemingly to the human eyes, the toast was cool enough to be held. It was just the opposite. Oukanji's hand met with a sting of heat as he placed the toast into his mouth. With no reaction whatsoever, he simply brushed off crumbs from his now velvet-rosy hands. Taking a seat without a single noise, Ou decided it would be a fine decision to observe his... acquaintances. His plan on escaping would not commence for... ah, say another week or two? It would be best to make use of the information around it. After all, every single movement is crucial. A single falter in a breathing pattern, a single twitch of the muscles; it is all vital, Ou thought to himself. Raising his voice a little higher than before, he spoke with a gentle voice nonchalantly, sounding every syllable out, "Va-nil-la?"

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Isis looked up some, gazing calmly over the people in the room, her eyes landing on
each individual. They finally came to rest on Oukanji, her expression falling to one
that was disinterested. She sighed heavily at his words, resting her elbows on the table.
"I'm sure if we ask we can get someone to go to the supermarket and get your damned
vanilla yogurt," she told him, shaking her head slowly and standing up to get out butter
and syrup for the pancakes. "There's other yogurt in here, just so you know. Strawberry,
blueberry, banana strawberry, peach..." she trailed off, shrugging slowly as she pulled
milk from the fridge, along with orange juice and a pitcher of both water and tea, setting
them on the center of the table, raising her glance to the boy whom represented Saturn.
"In the meantime, deal with it."

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nickname isis - gender female
tags oukanji - age 17
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[unshiu]

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[ saturn ] - [ male ] - [ sixteen] - [ location;; room, kitchen, dining room ] - [ tagged;; isis; anyone ]

--------- Ou brought his chin to meet with the palm of his hands, propped on the surface of the table. The corner of his mouth twitched, a minuscule grin. How interesting, he thought, and how dare she call vanilla damned? Clicking his mouth almost silently, his observations still in action as he scanned the rest of his "companions", he shook the thoughts away. Ou spoke softly, his eyes half-lidded, "Mm," he gave a slow, short nod. He didn't need that much food anyway; just enough to survive. His body was accustomed to his non-existent needs. Crinkling his nose, he slipped on his headphones. If he was going to observe these inevitable beings all day; he probably needed the ecstasy that came from the company of one of his loves: music. (Since vanilla wasn't there at the moment.) Yes, because Shostakovich's Symphony No. 15 in A Major (Chamber Version) definitely helped satisfy that.