"Hmm." Was the only sound that came out of the tattoo male as he studied himself. His deep chocolate hues staring intensely as he stared at the reflect in the mirror. Renji was at a lost on what he should wear to the Human world. The decision was most critical as he didn’t want to wear something ridiculous. After all the last thing he need was Humans laughing at him for having -as Rangiku would put it- lack of fashion.
The Abarai male placed a hand on his chin as his eyes drifted to the other choice he had. His gaze lingering on the white shirt with black lettering reading ‘Red Pineapple’. His gaze then shifted back to the mirror to view the shirt he was currently wearing. A button-up red and black plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Certainly both choices were excellent, making this whole scenario quite difficult.
An audible sigh flew pass his lips as he still hadn’t made a decision. Perhaps he could pick out a different shirt, one that would out shine the current two. Such did not make the situation better, as he continued to feel conflicted about the shirts. Now he had to choose between his first two options and his third which was a white tank top.
"Why is this so hard?" Renji grumble to himself as he started to feel frustrated. Maybe he should give up or— "Rukia!" A smile graced his lips as the woman walked in, just in time too! He pulled her over explaining his predicament and asking if she could assist him. Renji trusted his friend’s -most of the time at least- judgement, so she could help him with this.
Rikiya tripped over a pebble while walking down a hill, dropping his soul phone in the process. “Ah!” he squeaked, annoyed and a little embarrassed. The phone continued to fall, and the boy watched it travel further away from him.
His embarrassment increased as soon as he noticed the figure nearby. Why? Why did they have to be there to see him fall? Rikiya stood up, and looked in the opposite direction and attempted to act natural. “…”
The red head male had been minding his own business as he walked aimlessly. His hands clasped behind his head and a bored expression present on his face. Renji wasn’t sure where he was going or what he was looking for. Maybe something interesting, something that could occupy his time.
In turn was quickly thrown before him as his brown hues caught sight of a petite male falling. Renji did his best not to bust out laughing and settled with soft snickering noises. He bend down and picked up the cellular device as he smirked at the other. “Smooth move. Maybe you can teach me.” The male snickered as he held the phone out for the other.
Out of tattoos: Well I honestly can’t give you a answer. Sorry Anon.
"You know. I’m feeling as I did yesterday, two days ago and the same as a week ago."
☏: Drunk, High, or Emotional Voicemail.
✍: Handwritten Letter.
✉: Drunk or Autocorrected Texts [Specify which!].
❤: A brief explanation of how my muse feels about yours.
♬: A playlist of 5 songs my muse associates yours [or their relationship] with.
☠: One thing my muse would tell yours before kicking the bucket.
"Like hell I’m your dog. No one owns me." *stares at the taiyaki being held before him*
"If you think that’s gonna get me to roll over, you’re dumber than you look."
The Killers | Spaceman
*slaps hand* “I ain’t a ‘doggie’.”
"Oh you know, same old same old."
There are many ships in the fandom, be it canon or not. If you do not like the ship, reserve your comments for those who feel the same way in private, or Read More them so that those who enjoy the ships do not feel insulted. This goes the same for characters. Just because you don’t like them, doesn’t mean other people do not.
Do not do the insult thing/putting down thing/”It’s never going to happen” thing.
"For that…I’m going to ignore you."
Out of tattoos: It’s good to see you as well Anon. But I’m unsure whether I’m going to continue rping him. I mean I haven’t in a while, so I might just leave his blog closed.