Yamato don’t touch Ken!

Hah. He sacrificed himself so whether you like it or not, I’m still touching him ;)

If you touch Ken I’ll touch Mimi. :l

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Yamato don’t touch Ken!

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[ and then someone told me of their plans to start stalking me in a few weeks. “planning ahead” at its very finest if you ask me.. ]

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kenichijouji:

honestlyjoekido:

kenichijouji:

I’m not allowed to hug my best friend in public?

Of course you are allowed to!

I was just having a conniption because Sora will take it as a romantic cuddle. 

Sora takes everything we do as romantic, though…

-kisses Daisuke’s forehead, because that’s platonic- 

M’hmm, that’s true.

-totally platonic cheek kiss-

(Source: daisukemotomiya)

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kenichijouji:

daisukemotomiya:

-snuggles up to, because Sora isn’t around to have a conniption-

Jyou is an avid yaoi fanboy….? /snuggle.

..Looks that way! -cuddle-

Funny, I didn’t peg him as the type. /nuzzle.

Yeah, he doesn’t seem it. -huggle-

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-snuggles up to, because Sora isn’t around to have a conniption-

Jyou is an avid yaoi fanboy….? /snuggle.

..Looks that way! -cuddle-

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kenichijouji sent: -snuggles up to, because Sora isn't around to have a conniption-

-smiles and cuddles with, because no scary fangirling-

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noshikiriki:

FREE HUGS, ANYONE?

noshikiriki:

FREE HUGS, ANYONE?

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[ I’d feel weird for shipping my maths teachers if they didn’t make it so fucking obvious.. ]

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@Ken, @Daisuke

kenichijouji:

daisukemotomiya:

‘You expect me to believe that?’ Daisuke raised an eyebrow. He knew he wasn’t considered the brightest crayon in the box by most people, but even he had enough brain cells to figure out Ken wasn’t talking to no one, ‘y’know you could save us both a lot of time by just telling me!’ he exclaimed, sick of asking questions and getting nowhere.

‘I’m not a pest, I’m your friend!’ Although he could never imagine himself being friends with this arrogant, condescending version of his friend, he knew that somewhere inside him he had to still be the Ken that he knew, and he’d get through to him no matter what!

‘Oh what? The little birdie inside your head?’ He snorted, spouting the first insult that came to mind, ignoring the strange looks they were getting from surrounding shoppers.

Cold, unamused eyes fixed themselves on the redhead, an exasperated ‘I told you so’, echoed around his brain as he watched Daisuke’s anger rise to match his own. “You’re a pest, a worthless brainless insect who shouldn’t have the privilege to live,” he shot back icily, wishing that he had a Monochromon on hand, surely they’d make a meal of goggle-wearing boy end everyone’s misery. ‘Monochromon are vegetarians…’ the voice said, using the same smug tone that he had used a little earlier. Why was he even still stood there, he should’ve stormed off already. 

“Yes… yes the little birdie inside my head… stupid little shit won’t leave me alone,” his voice dropped a few decibels before he took several steps backwards, his shoulders bumping into the wall. The pain flared up again and as he clapped his hand back over his eye. “I hope you’re happy, if you keep this up I won’t be able to stay conscious!” came a feral growl, followed by his internal monologue of ‘What are you going to do to stop me?’

Daisuke narrowed his eyes, ‘and you’re acting like a pompous jerk who won’t stop thinking about himself for five minutes to see that I’m only trying to help!’ he shot back, ‘Ken you’re not like this!’ he said, deciding to try a few less insults and a bit more reasoning, ‘you haven’t been like this for a long time,’ he added, ‘why can’t you just snap out of it!’ his voice grew frustrated again as the other began talking to himself once more.

The redhead frowned, he hadn’t been serious about his “little birdie” comment, but maybe he was onto something after all, ‘won’t leave you alone?’ he repeated, ‘who won’t leave you alone?’ he asked, hoping Ken wasn’t planning on continuing the bird metaphor. He listened to a conversation that obviously wasn’t directed at him, trying to gather anything he could from it. His eyes widened as Ken held his face, seemingly in pain. Instinct took over as he stepped forward after him, stopping himself from asking if he was okay, and instead just staring at his friend, hoping for some inspiration as to what to do.

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