The Picture Meme

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The Picture Meme

A picture is worth a thousand words. They've inspired stories, conversations, and so much more. 

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2. Reply to others comments with images.
3. Reply to any images sent to you with a starter based off of what you're given.
4. Have fun!

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[skillproposes]

[ he huffs, leaning almost unconsciously to the trail of takao's thumb against his cheek, between blushing further at takao acknowledging the heat in his cheeks and fighting down said blush because it was unbecoming of an angel of his stature.

tensions still races though his body as takao's fingers intertwine with his; even knowing the humans that pass them by can't see them, even knowing that there are no other supernatural beings to witness this, even as holding hands is even more innocent than the light kiss he'd initiated, the lasting nature of the publicity of the display is still something long ingrained as something to avoid. almost in retaliation, he curls his fingers around takao's, squeezing gently. ]

As if you could, though you are welcome to give failure a try.

[ it's nice, the almost childish antics that takao drags him into. it's so different from his usual duties and normal demeanor that it truly makes each jaunt down to earth to meet takao feel like a vacation. his colleagues had commented on it, kise jabbing him in the side as he teased about a hint of a smile. said smile had instantly been shot through with a scowl, cutting off further teasing. since then he had tried only to remember his times with takao in private, and even the mundane had become more precious as a result. he hasn't been to a festival in decades, but it is much as he remembers.

he vows to himself to let takao at least drag him to brush their feet in the cool river water. even if they could choose to be immune to the summer humidity, the small pleasures that he remembers seem greater when he's with takao, even if the only sign of it is a slight smile that plays on his lips. ]

[pedal]

Just wait and see, Shin-chan.

[ it's a playful warning, as if there's more threat than the two of them ending up soaked if they do happen to end up in the river thanks to takao's ridiculous determination. the most water really means is wet wings, which are taken care of easily enough. and, in truth, his entire reason for continuing to consider dragging midorima into the water with him is simply for the sake of seeing the angel ruffled once more. no matter how close they are, takao will always take a small amount of pleasure in getting reactions from midorima that others may not usually get to see.

an easy smile settles on his lips as they begin walking, hands joined as he gives midorima's fingers a small squeeze in return. he never considers walking among humans to be odd until he's doing it with midorima, then it feels more like they're truly getting away with something when they go unnoticed. they'll always go unnoticed, takao knows that, but it's that much stranger to know he can get away with kissing midorima as much as he wants and no one will give them a single glance.

unless, of course, another angel or demon shows up, but that's entirely different.

he gives their hands a soft swing, not doing it too much to keep midorima from pulling away from him. ]

Hey, do you ever wonder if we knew each other as humans?

[ the question seemingly comes out of nowhere, but being surrounded by so many humans is an easy opening to thoughts like that. ]

I don't remember my time as a human, but I wonder, you know?