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       “So that game actually worked out a lot better than I thought it would. If everyone's okay with it, we could play again.” Orihime smiled hopefully. “It seemed like the last group enjoyed themselves.” Not waiting on anyone to answer, she grabbed the duffel bag and walked directly to you. “You can pick this time.” “O-oh, okay. Thank you.” Nervous and a bit apprehensively, you placed your hand inside the bag and grabbed an item. It was a small stuffed strawberry. It was even lightly scented. “That's Ichigo's item.” Orihime ran up to Ichigo and gently tugged him from his seat. H

Inside the Damocles, 1:45 p.m. Lelouch and Alistair were still speaking with Hawking, as the battle neared its end. Alistair: I know for a fact that you won’t give up without a fight, Hawking. You’d rather do your dirty work until the bitter end. Hawking: Too true, old friend. Seems like you’ve wiped out the entire army, by now. And, without much interference from your ships. Quite the achievement! Lelouch: So, this is it? The big showdown? Hawking: The grand finale, Mr. Lamperouge. This can’t be a ballroom blitz, the battle’s too big. One last little challenge, to see if your badassery holds up. Alistair: The h

patiently waiting. | tachibana makoto x reader ↳ no matter how tired he was, he'd stay up just for you. With each passing second, Makoto feels his eyelids grow heavier. He can hear the gentle whispers of sleep calling to him and although he’s tempted to let it consume him, he resists. Another slight shift from your body beside him catches his attention, his arm languidly snakes around your middle to pull you closer. He has his chest pressed against your back and with his free hand, his fingers softly rake through your [hair colour] locks, threading through with relative ease. He yawns. “Mako?” you groan out, voice