We are different...We are Nekos!(new & accepting!)V2

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Mai
I shrug and smile
"I dunno, what do you like?

[jungkook;]

karen

"hm..." he mumbled, thinking. "what about wewe go to a coffee shop? get to know each other or something?" he asked, looking down at the younger male who he had started to become easy around.

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Mai
I smile and nod, shrugging
"That's sounds fine. Now...which shop to go to...."
I mumble...half to myself...

[jungkook;]

karen

the red head walked on, trying to find a coffee shop, and eventually, spotted one. "come'on" he mumbled, heading in that direction.

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Mai
I chuckle, trying to catch up with his long strides
"It's not fair that you are for long-legged...

[Laure]

•Shiori Yoshiko•
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私が落下しています

It seems like you only check in when you have time- Does that mean I am only your heart's part-time priority?

Vroom!

• I eyed the dash of colors racing beside us. It was like a rainbow that only lasted a few seconds. Blue, black, white, red, blue, yellow. I mouthed the colors my grassy green marbles could catch. The highway rainbow occupied me longer than a ball would. Odd, but surprisingly true. The parade of colors wouldn't end any time soon, if it would ever. I guess that gave me a sense of comfort. It wouldn't run away. It wouldn't run away like Mom and Dad- They only worked. Worked, worked and worked. If my pair of lucky socks decided to work, I'd get the chance to eat dinner with them, but other than that, they basically never touched my sight. It cracked my heart- All my friends spend the weekends with their parents, playing baseball or going on a roadtrip. That never occured to me. If I had to put it differently, the only person who takes an active part in my life is my Grandpa.

• The man with grey, frosty hair, sitting beside me with stone shaded eyes fixated on the road was the only man who would do anything with me. He's like an angel, in my opinion. I really love him- When I am sad he'd wipe away my tears with his fingers and tell me everything would be okay if I just smiled. He's always there and I am very grateful. If someone asked me what or who I was most thankful for in my life- It would definitely be him. His gaze turned towards me for a short moment as he recognized my silent patience with a smile, acknowledging it with a cup of comfort, "We are almost there, sweetheart! Just a few more minutes, a turn and we'll be there!" He gave his familiar, bright toothy grin which scrunched his nose and drew wrinkles onto the corners of his eyes.

• I returned his gesture with my personalized toothy smile. The gap between my front teeth appeared as I gifted him my small grin. I couldn't wait to arrive at our destination. We were heading to my Uncle's farm, but we were planning to make a stop at a really pretty town before we'd continue our long car journey. I let out a yawn, placing my head on my pillow which was neatly placed onto the auto door beside me. I closed my leafy eyes, drifting into my dream land for a nap's duration. I was quite the nap type of person. I guess it happened to be like that since I enjoy my dreams a bit more than the average person. I don't have many nightmares, in fact almost none. I like my dreams, because... Because I have the luck to experience all my wishes in my dreams- I get to play with my parents and hold the porcelain hand of the doll I've been wanting for a long time...

• ...As my eyes crept open again, the sun greeted me with its vibrant rays. It was a sunny day and I got a nice taste of it, just awakening from my nap. I stretched my arms and legs, I was still small enough for the car's space to satisfy me. I let out a lion's yawn and scattered out of the parked vehicle. I adjusted my sight to the bright view and saw my Grandpa enjoying the warmth radiating from above, sitting under a thick built tree. I think they are called Oaks if I am not mistaken. I scramble towards him, seating myself onto his lap. He creaked an eye open as he felt my weight, only silently smiling as he closed it again.

• I made myself comfortable, gazing at my surroundings. I didn't know if it was just coincidence or fortune, but my tummy rumbled and growled, yearning food supply. The moment it made its call for a meal, a boy with light colored hair passed by, holding a plastic bowl filled with apples. Maybe he just had a big heart, because as he heard my tummy's noise he turned his face towards me, giving me a shy, but friendly expression. He then seated himself beside me, giving me apple slices without a word. I ate them without a second thought, but I gave him a large thank you as I ended my last round of chewing. He just nodded, not releasing any words. It didn't bother me, but it made me curious as time passed and he still had his mouth glued.

• "Do you not like talking?", I questioned with eyes screaming interest. His expression changed as I spilled out my curiosity- His cheeks turned a flaming red and his eyes began to cloud themselves with gusts of shyness. It took a moment for him to open his mouth and answer rather quietly, "I-I don't know..." , the impossible happened after that- His blush deepend. I didn't know a human could turn so red. It was no match against a tomato and it would be a lie if I said it wasn't amusing. He added another string of words to his first and only line, "I-I don't have many to talk to." He tried to escape my marbles, turning himself away.

• I gave him a glowing grin, while stating matter-of-factly, "Well! You got me now... Wait, what's your name?" I gave my chocolate hair a puzzled scratch, awaiting his reply. We haven't really introduced ourselves, so I thought the asking of his name would do. His Guiness World Records blush faced me once again, but as he answered, it slowly began to fade away, he even made an improvement- Asking a question, "I am Inho. And you? H-How old are you, though? I recently turned 9..."
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• I let out a defeated huff as he called me kid again. Come on, does he really think he's all that with that hairdresser-to-die-for hair? Pfff, he may even have looks of an angel sent from god, but I won't accept any indirect harrassment towards my height. It's a soft spot of mine and somehow... I didn't have the sprouting energy to confront him about it. I had this wierd strucken feeling, it felt like a wave overcoming you, drowning you into a mode of weakness. I was oddly weak against him. I can't believe a fridge had such a powerful effect on me. Oh lordy, hopefully he doesn't have the ability to push me off a cliff. I opened my mouth to leave a comment with my last pool of energy, but I quickly closed my lips, giving him his victory. I flicked my chalk colored ears and continued to pad away, my ballerinas entering our history class.

• Before I could even blink, chatting through ear-whispering became the hottest trend in our class. They all looked at us with glassy eyes of curiosity, interest and who knows what else. I gained attention here and there, but I never gained that much attention. It was all because of a freezer. A freezer. But then, it also reminded me of the attention I got as me and Inho broke up. Nobody expected it. We were the picture-perfect couple everyone adored and admired. If not the school couple. It saddened me that people only focused on what their optics could touch and not what happened behind the scenes. I was really angry at Inho because he broke our beautiful relationship and then... Cried? He looked at me with those teary, why-did-you-hurt-me glances, giving everyone the que that I was the villain and not the victim. I still can't comprehend those past actions of his. Was he secretly trying to achieve my mercy and forgiveness through that theater?

• I swear to all heavens that the news of me and Jam, simply walking through a door together, will run to Inho like a hurricane, but with a sentence going like this, "We heard that Jamin and your Shiori are secretly dating!" I gave a bit too obvious cringe as that mostly accurate thought surfaced. It made me wonder why I am standing beside this good-looking beast, when he only caused me trouble around the gossip gals, also known as everyone in our school. Oh wait, now I remember- I feel like I am taped onto this cold boy. It's fate like Grandpa would always say. I also met Inho as I was 8, not completely acknowledging his existence until we began to attend the same high school many years later. Funny how fate works.

• As we ventured further in the class we can now officially call hell together, I snatched us a desk- Suited for two people. I guided him to our seating and placed my books onto the table, planting myself in the chair next to the window. It was my spot. I always sat next to this part of the window. It gave me a perfect view onto the school's garden. I had a few subjects in this classroom and strangely, they were all I couldn't really give any interest in. I wasn't a genuis in any of them either, so I had the gift to occupy myself with the beauty of our school garden. I'd daze myself into the window, tracing my eyes over every detail the garden possibly could behold. I was without a doubt a nature nut.

• I couldn't imagine Jamin interested in nature's beauty, so I decided to keep my mouth shut and not blabber him full with the information I'd usually give my seat neighbor if I knew them and where their attention lies. I faced myself towards Jamin as he also scurried onto his chair beside me, placing his lesson material before himself. As our eyes met I gave him a smile that was good enough to comfort him and give him a sense of security around me. As his ear was obtainable, I tuned into the newest trend and whispered with a sweet undertone, "Since this lesson is going to be energy draining for the both of us, I will buy you some lunch! And also because I dropped your books." I rested a chuckle in his ear before departing and putting my loose strands behind my ears.

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[jungkook;]

karen

he smiled ever so slightly at nai's comment, and then held open the door for him. "after you~" he mumbled, his gaze flickering to the younger boy as he said so.


jamin


the young boy stood there, staring at the freshly mown grass. a few tears slided down his cheeks. he couldn't live with this anymore, no. this wasn't happening. he would wake up any moment now, and this would be just a big, bad dream. his mother would come and hug him once he cried out for her. anytime now. anytime now.

except that this wasn't a dream. this was real. this was his second funeral in one week. first his adoptive older brother, and then his mother. his brother had died when he went to fetch a ball jamin accidentily threw on the road. poor ryuu didn't even see the truck heading his way. and later that week, his mother had become ill and depressed due to the loss of her child, and had eventually, passed away.

"hay, it's okay..." a saoft voice became heared to his ears, and a gentle hand lifted his chin up. it was his father, crouching down next to the young, dark haired eight year old, looking a bit teary and depressed himself. "we'll get over it..." his father had told him in a reassuring tone, patting his head. his father then softly grabbed his arm, and leaded away from the two graves; which jamin couldn't help but stare at till they were out of sight. the young boy hadn't slept for weeks after the incident.


thats when the numbness started.


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jamin huffed a bit as he tried to ignore the whispers and the stares. he knew very well what was going on; everyone probably thought that he and shiori were dating. i mean, it's not every day you head to class with someone who's your total opposite, is it? ugh. his gaze flickered away from the students around then and onto where shiori was leading them.

he ran his fingers through his raven quills, and pushed them away, running a hand over his face. he had his history textbook in one hand, and then other was causally stuck into his jeans's pockets. he turned his head a bit, to look at the girls on the opposite side, they were giving his dreamy looks. keep lookin', girls. he thought to himself, as he looked away once more and shook his head a bit, i'm probably not the right choice.

he breathed deeply to himself and watched at the sweet, talkative girl leading him to their seat and plopped herself onto a chair. walking after he sedately, he dropped his book on the desk with a thump, and sat onto his chair too, leaning back slightly, and crossing his arms behind his back, and breathing an inaudible sigh.

jamin blinked a few times as he looked to her. "wh-wait, what?" he asked, his eyes widening a bit as his mouth opened up a bit. "n-no, you don't have to. no, really, it's okay..." he mumbled a few times, clearly embarrassed a blush crept onto his cheek and he shaked his hand to indicate a 'no' gesture. his gaze flickered outside, and to the beautiful, grassy landscape. it was filled with sunlight and he could even see some flowers. it almost looked...beautiful. as he was looking in shiori's direction, he couldn't help but picture her face in the scenery too. a small smile tugged onto his lips, and his eyes softened for a second, but only a second, as he snapped out of it,a nd shook his head a few times. what was that? he thought to himself, surprised.

why would i even think that?

[amanandamouse]

(Hi so I was wanting to join this RP but wondered if I HAD to have an image? If so I could do with some help finding one)

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karen

he smiled ever so slightly at nai's comment, and then held open the door for him. "after you~" he mumbled, his gaze flickering to the younger boy as he said so.


jamin


the young boy stood there, staring at the freshly mown grass. a few tears slided down his cheeks. he couldn't live with this anymore, no. this wasn't happening. he would wake up any moment now, and this would be just a big, bad dream. his mother would come and hug him once he cried out for her. anytime now. anytime now.

except that this wasn't a dream. this was real. this was his second funeral in one week. first his adoptive older brother, and then his mother. his brother had died when he went to fetch a ball jamin accidentily threw on the road. poor ryuu didn't even see the truck heading his way. and later that week, his mother had become ill and depressed due to the loss of her child, and had eventually, passed away.

"hay, it's okay..." a saoft voice became heared to his ears, and a gentle hand lifted his chin up. it was his father, crouching down next to the young, dark haired eight year old, looking a bit teary and depressed himself. "we'll get over it..." his father had told him in a reassuring tone, patting his head. his father then softly grabbed his arm, and leaded away from the two graves; which jamin couldn't help but stare at till they were out of sight. the young boy hadn't slept for weeks after the incident.


thats when the numbness started.


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jamin huffed a bit as he tried to ignore the whispers and the stares. he knew very well what was going on; everyone probably thought that he and shiori were dating. i mean, it's not every day you head to class with someone who's your total opposite, is it? ugh. his gaze flickered away from the students around then and onto where shiori was leading them.

he ran his fingers through his raven quills, and pushed them away, running a hand over his face. he had his history textbook in one hand, and then other was causally stuck into his jeans's pockets. he turned his head a bit, to look at the girls on the opposite side, they were giving his dreamy looks. keep lookin', girls. he thought to himself, as he looked away once more and shook his head a bit, i'm probably not the right choice.

he breathed deeply to himself and watched at the sweet, talkative girl leading him to their seat and plopped herself onto a chair. walking after he sedately, he dropped his book on the desk with a thump, and sat onto his chair too, leaning back slightly, and crossing his arms behind his back, and breathing an inaudible sigh.

jamin blinked a few times as he looked to her. "wh-wait, what?" he asked, his eyes widening a bit as his mouth opened up a bit. "n-no, you don't have to. no, really, it's okay..." he mumbled a few times, clearly embarrassed a blush crept onto his cheek and he shaked his hand to indicate a 'no' gesture. his gaze flickered outside, and to the beautiful, grassy landscape. it was filled with sunlight and he could even see some flowers. it almost looked...beautiful. as he was looking in shiori's direction, he couldn't help but picture her face in the scenery too. a small smile tugged onto his lips, and his eyes softened for a second, but only a second, as he snapped out of it,a nd shook his head a few times. what was that? he thought to himself, surprised.

why would i even think that?

Nai
My cheeks turning a rosy pink, I cross my arms and raise my shoulder shyly, giving his arm a poke as I stride into the small cafè, my gaze resting on the boy before flickering around the room,nlookingnfor a place to sit. Settling on a booth, I grin and walk over to it quickly, grabbing his hand and dragging him to the seat

[jungkook;]

[ @amanandamouse; yes an image is important. and i could help you find one if you'd like ^^ ]

karen

he watched nai as he walked inside, his smile appearing once more as he was slightly shoved by the younger boy. he let nai grab his hand and drag him to the table. he walked over beside nai, and took his seat.