Hanabi: Are you sure about this Kanra-san?
Naraku: This is a big commitment- we don’t want to drag you into anything!
Kanra: Ahaha! Yes, I’m absolutely sure~.
Kanra: Let’s go through with it together.
Naraku: What time, Kanra-san?
Kanra: Ten thirty? In front of sunshine sixty, yes?
Naraku: Of course!
Hanabi: See you there!
Izaya chuckled as he closed his phone, having been using a mobile chat to communicate with his new ‘clients’. They were girls that were quite frankly interested in a group suicide, not wishing to go out alone. He’d offered his services, but really he wouldn’t go through with it.
This didn’t mean that he wouldn’t assist them in their work- he’d… encourage them in a way. He’d make them realize that they wanted to leave, but then he’d turn, start mentioning the good things as he twisted their minds in believing that life was valuable.
The only reason why he truly took up this job- this chance at saving a life instead of ruining it was because of the striking resemblance they had to his own sisters. Not in looks or even personalities towards him- but rather in the way they acted towards each other.
It hit a bit too close to home and he figured that he’d play the good guy for once. However, after doing work that he wasn’t used too, he was beginning to half second thoughts. Perhaps he’d mull over it with his favorite dish- Fatty Tuna as he strolled towards Russia Sushi.
Greeting Simon and being lead towards the bar stools, he thanked the man after a brief conversation. A smirk danced across his face as he called over to Dennis, his voice rather confident. “I’ll take my usual- ootoro please.”
I´m sorry I don´t mean to annoy you. But do you know where I can watch My life in Film?
I got an ask about it a while ago! This is the post!
okay this is the recipe i used for the oat fudge bars (x)
they turned out really good!! they havent cool or set yet but i ate a little piece anyways and they’re quite nice (im a sucker for anything fudge though)
when i made the recipe, i used a little extra vanilla for more flavour and added a bit of bran to be healthy. it’s a recipe that you can play around with, so have fun!
painting time? or bathtime? - Drabble
Faline padded through the house grabbing her un-opened art packets and a clean canvas. She walked back into her Art room. When she first saw the room she was utterly happy and suprised at the same time. Attina had given it to her for an early Christmas present after they got back from their trip. She loved the room. It was beautiful with a lot of big windows showing off the wooded area that was close to the house and all of the outdoors that Faline would need to keep her inspration to begin painting. She opened the wrapping’s off of the white canvas and placed her new brushes in a soon to be very messy cup. Placing the canvas onto the easel she pursed her lips. “What to do..” She mumbled, lightly tapping her fingers on her hip. Her thinking was intrupted by a long, loud, meow. ‘Mrroowww!’ Her head darted to the author of the yowl and found Leelee. “What?” She said to the kitten. “Are you hungry or something?” The cat blinked at her and sat down. Faline sighed and turned back to the blank canvas trying to come up with something to paint. ‘Mrrooww’ she heard a second time, this time a clanking sound acompanied the meow and ‘BANG’. She whipped her head around to see what fell and found a blue cat on the floor. Fur splattered with fresh paint. “Lee!!” Faline made her way to the kitten kneeling down to pick up the cat Faline was careful not to step in the fallen paint. Lee on the other hand had blue paws and fur. Stunned the cat sat there and let Faline pick her up. “You are just a little pain, you know?” She said to the cat with a small laugh. The cat blinked a few times in the girls arms and tilted her head. “You know what this means don’t you?” The cat froze. “You. My furry friend are getting a nice bath.” Faline giggled and the kitten tried pawing its way free of the girls grasp making colored paw prints on Falines skin. “Oh no no no. Not this time Lee.” She saw Momma sitting in the entrance of the room, looking amused. “Momma isn’t going to help you ether little one.” She said. Carrying the small, painted kitten of to the bathtub to hopefully, get all of the paint off of him.