▌│█║▌║▌║ мαкιzυѕнι ║▌║▌║█│▌ Username: Galaxy HunterName: Makizushi
The most common form of sushi in the USGender: Female
Sexuality & Them: "I can say it's no one's fault but myself for saying I am heterosexual. I think it's because I want to kind of... blend in, you know. I have my plushie collection, and that's what keeps me from fully being in the crowd. If I just went with the flow of 'nature' than maybe I can still stay in tact with that crowd. " Describe their Bedroom: You walk into a small room, little plushies are splayed across the floor. You look to the right, there's a bed. It's hastily made with a leopard blanket and some clothes and more plush figures on it. You walk to a desk across the room. It's a nice black desk with a laptop on it, along with some more plushies. You see a couple of crumpled papers next to the desk, they must have missed the trashcan close by. You then see her favorite octopus plush in a neat display case, that's where she puts it when she isn't dragging it around. It's in a surprisingly good condition for a nine year old toy. She must think it's very important to this day, it has it's own table and everything. You then turned to open a door, which you suspected to be a closet. Unfortunately, when you opened the door, a pile of plush toys tumbled out. You then quickly push the plushies back in the closet, ready to walk out, but a shiny box caught your eye. It was on it's own table in the corner, so it seemed rather valuable. You walked right over and took a peak inside. Lots of jewelry, necklaces and bracelets alike, were neatly placed inside the box. You quickly closed it, worrying that you got paw prints on the outside of the box. You then quickly sprinted out of the room.
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Conversation: Rachel: "Hey! how have you been?"
Makizushi: "I've been wonderful, what about you."
Rachel: "Okay, I guess."
Makizushi:
*Looks at Rachel, worried* "What's the matter? Anything I can help with?"
Rachel: "It seems like my parents are going to divorce. Not even I can help with that..."
Makizushi: "I really wish I could help out. Hey, maybe we can get some icecream, could that help cheer you up?"
Rachel:
*Nods* "Yeah, that sounds good."
Makizushi: "Then lets go!"
*Both Plumerians walk to the ice cream shoppe*Makizushi: ".... Oh and sweetish fish for the topping."
Rachel: "But I thought you hated to eat fish!"
*Licks her chocolate ice cream cone*Makizushi:
*Starts to laugh* This isn't real fish, silly! It's a gummy!!
About the Plushie: "Oh! This is Narezushi. I named him after the sushi he came with. Oh, you seem pretty confused. I got him for my ninth birthday at a sushi restaurant. Ever since I've tried to keep him in the best shape possible. I think I have completed that mission!" Hobby: Makizushi collects all sorts of plushies. Most of them, as said earlier, are just splayed around her room without a care. But she started it all because of her octopus plush. Since then, she has collected 427 plushies, all are in her room.
How they show Affection: I've seen you from a distance, not able to speak your name.
I know you don't have any love, not even fame.
But maybe you can see me, how I can love you.
And just maybe... you'll love me too?
''.....
No, that's horrid!" Makizushi then crumpled the paper and threw it on the floor.
One Quirk: She hates to eat fish, which is rather odd for a sushi lover, but she is fine substituting fish . Most think it's because of her special octopus plush, but she has despised eating fish even before she got the plush.
Breaking Point: Makizushi would break if her crush rejected her. She has never asked them, but she would run away as soon as she heard 'no' come out of their mouth.
Childhood: "B-but I have the money for it!" I wailed at my mother. I may be 13, but it's my passion of collecting plushies. It's not weird, lots of things aren't now.
"Why don't you buy an ipoo or whatever they are called? I can even help you make the money for it." She obviously wasn't thrilled with my collection.
"Well... it is my money! So I can do what I want." I picked up the starfish, and placed it on the counter. It was then paid for, and put in a baggy.
My mother growled as I happily took the bag. This was the day my mother and I grew a little less attached to each other, and it only went downhill from that day.
Irritation: *I get pretty annoyed when plumies chew with their mouths open. The sound... it just makes me cringe. I hate it when I go to a sushi place "Future goals? I may have a few.... WIPPY