#all the fucking time
YOU KNOW WHATS HORRIBLE, WHEN YOU HAVE A CRUSH. NOT A FUCKING “OOH ID PUT MY CHIP IN THEIR DIP” BUT A FUCKING CRUSH THATS SO STRONG THAT YOU CAN IMAGINE THEM HUGGING YOU FROM BEHIND, AND PUTTING THEIR FACE TO YOUR BACK OR NECK. THEIR LITTLE SLEEP SOUNDS AND THEIR DISGUSTING MORNING BREATH THAT YOU DON’T MIND BECAUSE YOUR CRUSH IS THAT FUCKING STRONG
So I finally broke down and decided I wanted to post a little sneak peek to all my new graphics for Miracle on here! ((haha, can’t post everything though, that’d give everything away))
I keep redoing things, I’m so sorry ; A ; also yes boring screenshot
Anyway, enjoy! (⌒▽⌒)
The Inaba Serial Killings - Near and Naoto.
"Indeed. Though, there is a possibility that it isn’t him, and we should keep our eyes peeled for that possibility." He stood up, turning off the computer. "There. I have Mitsuo’s file and the files of a few other suspicious former students." Wait. He heard something. Was another person in the building? "Naoto. Did you hear that?"
Naoto simply nodded, remaining quiet so as not to alert whoever else may be in the building. She slowly moved to the doorway, opening it slightly and peeking out into the hallway. She drew her handgun as well, alert.
Near stood up, ready to bolt…although, if the killer was here, he didn’t rate his chances too high. The white-haired boy was not very fast…or athletic. And, if it was Kubo, that man had a good half-foot on him. Oh dear…
"Mew!" A small, white cat slipped out from behind the wall.
"Oh." Near felt incredibly stupid. "Looks like we’re fine, Shirogane-san. We better get going before someone notices we’re here."
"Hello Near-san. I think your soulmate would be someone very serious who enjoys solving mysteries."
"Sounds like someone rather similar to yourself, Shirogane-san."
Naoto lowered her head. “My Senpai’s little cousin was nearly killed in the Inaba murder case. But thankfully, she wasn’t. The Kira case does sound interesting though.”
Naoto jumped in surprise. “T-That’s what it’s called?” She looked at Near with a confused expression on her face. “What does a date entale? Or rather…what does it mean?”
"Er…" For some reason, Near felt his own face heat up slightly. He couldn’t feel exactly why. But whatever biological reaction was causing it was also causing him to have trouble making eye contact with Naoto. Even more than usual. "It’s an…engagement, to go out with another person, socially. Usually with…um…romantic intent."