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Magnus Bane - Pandemonium punk outfit:

Magnus’ second outfit has a punk styling with marble-effect black jeans topped with a zebra-patterned long coat that has double chains on the back and a Magnus style sequinned collar and silver buckles. The belt itself is strung with tiny silver teeth. His makeup is dark and his hair is dyed with a splash of red and spiked high.

  • me: *plays video games constantly*
  • person: oh you game? what do you play?
  • me: *suddenly cannot remember a single game i have ever played aside from cooking mama*

Oikawa reaches out, wrapping his long limbs around the closet body. He slides closer as warmth surrounds him, a content sigh tumbling past his lips. Peeling his eyes half way open, he finds Iwaizumi sleeping peacefully. A lazy smile spreads across his face, and he snuggles closer, nuzzling against his chest. It was a warm, peaceful morning-

A small yelp has his eyes snapping open. He slowly sits up, looking around in confusion until his eyes land on Matsukawa- who was now laying on his stomach, one arm by his side the other thrown across the pillow he was sleeping on. Furrowing his eyebrows in confusion, Oikawa hesitantly places his hands on Matsukawa’s bare back, leaning against his body to peer over the side of the bed.

Hanamaki lays on the carpet, back pressed against the carpet with his legs thrown against the wall, head tilted towards the bed- a very shocked look plastered to his face.

“Whatcha doing, ‘Hiro?” Oikawa asks, trying to not laugh. It was obvious what had happened.

“I can’t believe I got thrown off the bed,” He whispers under his breath, his gaze sliding to meet Oikawa’s eyes. “That asshole.”

“Ah, yes,” Oikawa chuckles, gently smacking his palm against Matsukawa’s back, “what an asshole.” In response, Matsukawa begins to snore softly.

“Look what you did, Tooru.” Hanamaki tsks, crossing his arms over his chest. He doesn’t bother to remove himself from the wall, in fact he let’s his eyes slide close- as if he was fully content with falling asleep in that position.

“Taka-” Matsukawa suddenly shifts in his sleep, rolling onto his back. Oikawa squeaks as his hands slip away from Matsukawa’s back, and his whole body surges forward until his face plants into the carpet, his legs thrown up into the air.

“Oh my…oh my god..I can’t believe I just witnessed this,” Hanamaki wheezes, his eyes now wide open- sleep totally forgotten. “I can’t believe I didn’t have my phone on me.”

“Thaf so ruhe,” Oikawa mumbles into the carpet, groaning as he slides forward a little more. He lifts his face up from the carpet, looking at Hanamaki.

Hanamaki’s legs were now away from the wall, tucked close to him as he clutches his stomach, his body shaking with silent laughter. Oikawa blinks as a fond smile spreads across his face, watching as Hanamaki tries to contain his laughter.

He was surprised Matsukawa could sleep through this noise. (Iwaizumi slept like a rock; so it was no surprise that he could sleep through this.)

After containing his laughter, Hanamaki stretches out on the carpet, eyes turning to look at Oikawa. “Holy shit,” He breathes, another laugh bubbling out of his lips, “He made your nose bleed.”

Oikawa sputters in surprise, bringing a hand up to his nose. When he pulls away his hand, he finds that, indeed, his nose was bleeding.

“Holy shit,” He mumbles, looking up to stare at Hanamaki. Within moments they’re both wheezing in laughter, their voices echoing around the bedroom.


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