Clumsy Loser

I'm Enma. I get hurt a lot and don't have many friends. If you're from school, please hit the 'back' button..Otherwise, this is my blog and uh I'm free to talk I guess...

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posted on 7/5/2012, with 908 notes (source: rianri) — reblog

mammonlovesmoney:

See to it that you do. /nods in approval

Alright then..

posted on 7/3/2012, with 8 notes (source: mammonlovesmoney) — reblog
posted on 7/3/2012, with 170 notes (source: ghost--cat) — reblog

mammonlovesmoney:

B-B-But you’re Shimon Decimo?!!!! -sigh- I see…Shimon really is as small and poor as they say…

Yeah…But I’ll uh, try to find something…okay???

posted on 7/3/2012, with 8 notes (source: mammonlovesmoney) — reblog

mammonlovesmoney:

Money, obviously. Or Bels’ death…

Oh…I don’t really have much to offer..

posted on 7/3/2012, with 8 notes (source: mammonlovesmoney) — reblog

mammonlovesmoney:

Yes you! Where’s my present~!!

Well ah, what would you like..?

posted on 7/3/2012, with 8 notes (source: mammonlovesmoney) — reblog
posted on 7/2/2012, with 47 notes (source: nanayahxd) — reblog

@mammonlovesmoney

The day had started out boring, like all other summer days. With school put on a temporary hold, Enma had more time at home, which meant more time spent with Koyo…which, inevitably meant more time spent engaging in one-sided bickering and endless teasing that went beyond the boundaries of family. He was starting to get sick of it all, and with his one and only best friend occupied with plans of his own, Enma found himself..well, bored. He really wanted a change of pace, and quick.

It was with that in mind that the redhead decided he’d try to be more social. Not that he needed anymore new friends, but ever since meeting Tsuna-kun he learned that not everyone was out to get him…and making friends couldn’t hurt, right? 

So here he was, walking through the streets of Namimori with slumped shoulders and a peaceful smile on his face. It wasn’t until Enma stopped at a crosswalk sign that he remembered about his reason for coming outside in the first place, and all to the face of one mist acrobaleno. I’ve seen him before…!! Arcobaleno..he must be one of Skull’s friends. 

With that thought in mind, Enma timidly crossed the street, briefly wondering how ironic it was to be meeting more and more of Reborn’s teammates in Namimori, a place he previously had dubbed as quaint and not-well-known. Seems he had been wrong.

“Um..” Enma had spoken almost as soon as he approached the other. Any other words he had, however, failed him and seemed to completely render his mind useless.

posted on 7/2/2012, with 1 notereblog

@shimon-decimo

gotyouwhipped:

Blinking at Enma, Dino stared at the youth thoughtfully. He seemed to have silently resigned himself to Dino’s company, but with neither pleasure nor protest written on his face, it was difficult to measure whether if the Cavallone’s presence was welcome or not(Though Dino had never let such feelings stop him when it came to a certain student of his). He wondered if the young Shimon boss was like this around his family members, or even with Tsuna. “Well, which is it?” Dino prompted, though not unkindly. “Family shouldn’t be so reserved with one another, ya know.” He said, giving Enma an encouraging punch to the shoulder, which was apparently a terrible idea when the red-haired student stumbled forward from the impact. “Ah, sorry! Are you okay?” Dino asked, gripping the teen by the shoulder to stabilize the boy, before running a hand through gold hair sheepishly.

Perhaps Enma had been a little surprised when the sudden hit to his shoulder made him stumble, but he was even more startled when he was re-stabilized without a beat. It was a pretty damn kind gesture - one he wouldn’t have experienced with any of his own famiglia - that had him jumping a little at just the thought. He initially backed away, remaining silent for maybe a few seconds too long before remembering that it was common courtesy to respond when asked a question. “Oh, uh..yeah, I’m fine.” He replied, vermillion orbs briefly swinging upward to meet the others’ gaze. His lips quirked to the side, a shadow of a smile, and it was all the reassurance he could give. He continued walking then, hand subconsciously creeping up his arm to grip onto his shoulder. “And a-about that..I get what you’re saying, I just don’t know how to explain..” Or don’t want to. 

posted on 7/2/2012, with 6 notes (source: gotyouwhipped) — reblog

((Guys, I’m really really sorry for being gone for so long and probably entering the ‘endanger-of-getting-kicked-out’ zone. I don’t have any real excuse for going on hiatus other than I wasn’t feeling well enough to roleplay. But ah, I’m back so…

update me please?

I’ll also personally contact anyone Bel or Enma roleplayed with prior to my leaving. Just to sort out any issues regarding active-turned-inactive threads. Those issues, of course being whether we should continue where I left off or not.

So uh sorry again and hello to you all.))

posted on 7/2/2012, with 4 notesreblog