Honey Headcanons: Kaeto HATES yawning. He doesn't really care if it seems rude or anything, oh god no---What he hates is the fact that every time he does yawn, there's always this strange tingling sensation that hurts him every now and again, if not being just plain annoying to feel. And when that happens he usually tends to make these weird, scrunched up faces or wiggle his nose to get it to go away and it's literally too adorable for words.
↳ ♔ ↰ Accurate. Completely, totally accurate. One hundred percent.
❝ Dude, you’re practically insinuating that they’re like cabbage patch kids. And I’m pretty sure kittens are not like cabbage patch kids. ❞ He stared at the diagram. Maybe it was the fact that he’d recently gotten out of his math class and his brain was the equivalent of mush, but the diagram made an odd amount of sense.
↳ ❂ ↰ Well, Kaeto had no idea what a cabbage patch kid was, but whatever. “No, no, it’s like this,” he explained as he added to the diagram ( and of course it made sense because he wanted it to ), “and when that happens, the kittens appear. There are already mom cats there to feed them an’ everything so they don’t starve or anything. It’d be bad if that happened.”
( SMS → Kaeto ) So, I’m at this cafe ( SMS → Kaeto ) and the guy at the table next to me keeps staring over. ( SMS → Kaeto ) I looked back at him so that he’d know I knew ( SMS → Kaeto) but he still hasn’t stopped? ( SMS → Kaeto ) It’s starting to freak me out.
↳ text: io ↰ he’s either zoned out and doesn’t realise he’s staring
↳ text: io ↰ or he wants to fight you
↳ text: io ↰ or he’s a human trafficker
↳ text: io ↰ good luck pal!
↳ text: io ↰ also do you think there are any cat cafes around here?
↳ ❂ ↰ His eye twitched. This was getting annoying. “If I buy one thing, will’ya leave me alone then?” And his speech started to take on more of that informal tone he’d picked up while living on the street–good job, Mila.
Throws a bouquet of flowers at the back of his head. "Buy my stuff already!!"
↳ ❂ ↰ “Can you maybe calm down!” Kaeto snapped at the girl, alarmed at the flowers hitting his head. “I’m a broke college student, y’know! I don’t have the money to spend!”
hey , it’s tatsu here with my adorable kidderoni , blair!! i’d love it if you liked and rebloggedthis post so that it can circulate around and help my new and also dead dash!! well , okay , offers some persuasive points abt why you should follow and love blair:
he is super enthusiastic about supernatural things, especially ghosts????
has no ounce of fear, bring him with you to your horror movie sprees
he’s like, super cute????????? super super cute????
v enthusiastic smol
“why sleep when the internet is all around us?”
probably gets into trouble a lot but not for being a horrible person–more like dead ass knocking out in his community college classes
he will b your best friend
seriously
but he’ll take you to abandoned places to explore shit so
❝ Kae, I’m about ninety-percent sure that isn’t at all how that works… ❞ Nonetheless, Emery was completely amused by the other’s actions.
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“Of course that’s how cats are born. They just poof into existence in fields with a bunch of other kittens.” Look, Kaeto even had a diagram drawn out ( in lieu of his actual schoolwork ) and the theoretical physics of how it would work explained to the side. There was nothing unscientific about this.
“Don’t apologize, I didn’t mind it at all! I actually like people touching my hair. Besides, Kaeto and I are friends.” You’re right though, Kaeto. She did know what was going on. Acting so shy, flustered and embarrassed. There was no way she could be completely naive to what’s going on.
Even so, she lowered her head once more—Like a kitten waiting to be pet.
“If you’d like, you can touch my hair again.”
↳ ❂ ↰ The only way to overcome his fears was to face them, right? Although, Riku was the only one who gave him any motivation to do that; she’d always been so unconditionally nice to him, and it was only with her that he ever felt the need to be kind on any genuine level. He knew how much she liked having her head pat–and that she hardly ever got head pats. He also knew that people as kind-hearted as her often got overlooked and left behind ( he’d seen it as a child with his mother; people would leave her when she no longer served a purpose for them ), and he wanted some way to let her know how much she meant to him.
Kaeto took a deep breath and reached out again, and this time, his trembling hand managed to stay on her head for an entire two seconds before retreating back to his lap.
↳ ♔ ↰ Hey, can you please do me a favour and like and/or reblog this post if you’d like to interact with a fandomless OC? He’s the subject of questionably legal human experimentation, and though he wants to be independent, he always ends up manipulated by someone. I’ll check out your blog and maybe follow. Thanks in advance!
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