YUICHI USAGI

[NC]

...Why?

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𝗜 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗯𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙯𝙚𝙣
𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙬𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝘀𝗼 𝗜 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗶𝗰𝗲
𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝙗𝙧𝙪𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙨.

huh. what. wuoh...

((im gonna dip for sleep. eeper. gnight gang <3

Maybe someday, champ.

[Also suffers from insomnia. Something about the fucking ancestral ghosts in his brain.]

Ugh. No.

You wouldn't even hate me calling you "Leonardo-San", either, which is INSANE.

It's not like I count as 30 votes because I have several dead ancestral ghosts living in my brain! HAHAHAHHA THAT'D BE WEIRD, RIGHT?!?

[Awkward silence.]

Nah, second option. I count as 30 votes.

. . . [Turns around to face him, tail pretty much doing the bunny equivalent of wagging.]

....Hey.

. . .

[Processing. Paw-hands go up.]

Oh. Uh. I mean no harm! I'm just-- tryna--

[Backing up from this situation a little.]

Heyyy. Uh. You good? You look like you've seen a ghost.

((the first one would be so funny

Mm. Maybe I'll ignore it. Or maybe I'll focus entirely on it.

. . . no wonder i felt eyes on me every time... i know the run of the mill outfit's a little slutty but... (💭)

I hate this fucking place.

EXCUSE THE FUCK OUTTA ME.

(( i cant find the gif of the guy crying and holding the gun

(( sighs as i pull out a gvn. sorry, jazzy, you gotta go. /silly

(( IF YOU DID SAY THAT I'D KILL YOU BECAUSE THATS SO SAD, SO IM GLAD YOU DIDN'T /SILLY

. . . Hm, he likes Jupiter Jim, huh? Maybe my family still has all that JJ merch from when my brother was really into "human stuff". . .

[Thinking aloud.]

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𝗦𝗼 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚
𝗶𝗻 𝙢𝙮 𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙨, 𝗹𝗲𝘁'𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲

𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩
𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘄𝗲'𝗿𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝙙𝙞𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜!

Oh, well... that's-- funny. I'm an aura user, which-- is kinda like that?

Yes, I'm a rabbit. Uhm. Is that-- strange to you?

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𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝙢𝙤𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙣 𝙛𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙢 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴,

𝗜 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝙧𝙪𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙

𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗜 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠 𝙞𝙣!

++ a device to keep his nerves from going ballistic.]

You look incredible. . . I feel a tad underdressed.

[Usagi says, an embarrassed chuckle leaving lips, ignoring the increasing volume of the ancestral spirits trying to warn of him of something.]

[! ! !]

[Usagi hears the voice of his date, and turns, seeing him and offering a gentle, warm smile. Katanas remain firmly planted in their sheathes on his back, star-shaped ita bag meeting the table as Usagi sits down.]

Hey, bluebird~

[He'd practically purr, smoothness purely ++

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𝗛𝗶𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙨,
𝗜'𝗺 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚.

𝗞𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠,
𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗵-𝗵𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗲𝘀.

(( did a better, albeit less dynamic pose of the leosagi date dress. idk. im tired. ))