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>>47931592
>No Gura
My poor, poor Gura..

Gura's unripe infant privates...
Gura's little slit...
Gura's pissy itty bitties...

Oh, are we soundposting now?

Gura's so cute. I wish I had a friend like her..

>>32864721
Too spooky/10
It was worth staying up for but I was glad she ended so I could sleep

Good night thread

Gura has fallen ill! Reply to this post with "Hoocha! Get well soon, Gura!" to help her get better!

>>32332117
Thanks. You too, based chumbud. Sleep well!

>be anon
>you're sprawled out on the couch, watching some anime
>work was tough today, don't want to do anything
>from the kitchen, the bells and dings of pots and plates come out as they're washed
>a small piece, straight from the hands of Gura as she does the dishes
>the sounds of dishwashing and anime blur together as you slowly doze off, and your couch seems to envelop you
>something's touching your nose
>it's fine, really fine, the kind of fine that teases your senses about whether or not it's really there
>you open your eyes to a messy mass of grey
>wearing a long t-shirt, Gura's pressed up next to you on the couch
>you wrap your arm around her and bring her closer
>as you pull, you can feel every inch of her back press against you
>with a little effort, you intertwine your legs with hers
>Gura moans a little in protest at being moved, but she doesn't wake up
>as you awake to a reality full of Gura, her warmth makes it harder and harder to fall asleep again
>while you lay and think, you become aware that in the distance, another heartbeat has joined the server
>you relax to the soft beat of that sweet metronome, and hold her just a little tighter

Gura...

>be anon
>you're sprawled out on the couch, watching some anime
>work was tough today, don't want to do anything
>from the kitchen, the bells and dings of pots and plates come out as they're washed
>a small piece, straight from the hands of Gura as she does the dishes
>the sounds of dishwashing and anime blur together as you slowly doze off, and your couch seems to envelop you
>something's touching your nose
>it's fine, really fine, the kind of fine that teases your senses about whether or not it's really there
>you open your eyes to a messy mass of grey
>wearing a long t-shirt, Gura's pressed up next to you on the couch
>you wrap your arm around her and bring her closer
>as you pull, you can feel every inch of her back press against you
>with a little effort, you intertwine your legs with hers
>Gura moans a little in protest at being moved, but she doesn't wake up
>as you awake to a reality full of Gura, her warmth makes it harder and harder to fall asleep again
>while you lay and think, you become aware that in the distance, another heartbeat has joined the server
>you relax to the soft beat of that sweet metronome, and hold her just a little tighter

>>31764812
Sure, she's adorable, and she's a brat, and she pulls at your heartstrings in all the right ways. On first encounters your dick and nipples go rock hard whenever you meet, every hanging syllable of every word of every sentence coming form her mouth indulging the mental scratch to your darkest itches. But then, one night, after the energy has calmed down, when you two sit there slightly buzzed, in comfortable silence, her voice comes out in a low whisper you've never heard before. And her insecurities and vulnerabilities and fears and wants come tumbling out unevenly, an uninterrupted waterfall of words as tears well up in her eyes. She grabs on to you, and you kiss. You never kiss her again.

Shhhh, gura’s sleeping

Gura if you do a pillow talk stream you're going to fucking kill me. It's not possible to fall harder for you.

>>31171240
I wouldn't miss a Gura stream, even if it's the middle of the night.

>Ended just in time for Gura's watchalong
Rrats?

>>30989314
Damn right I am

>>30826601

thanks to >>30684823 for the idea

>be anon
>you're half asleep on the sofa
>if it weren't for the crack of moonlight making its way through the hastily closed curtains, it would be impossible to see
>the room is stuffy, even the air is exhausted
>nothing moves now but your hearts and your slow satisfied breaths
>a true midsummer weekend
>Gura's chest down on top of you, wearing nothing but a long, white pillowcase on her tail
>her head is resting on her crossed arms, and with half lidded eyes, she's gazing contentedly at your face
>overhead, her tail sways in an even, lazy pattern
>frankly, it's heaven
>holding Gura close, bare on bare, on a hot summer night
>your combined warmth is almost unbearable in this season, but something keeps you both locked together
>slowly, Gura pulls herself closer to your face
>rumia.webm, complete with a full set of shark teeth
>she moves up, her chin resting on the base of your neck
>you feel her casually run her fingers through your hair
>it's such a strange feeling, having someone else mess with your hair
>tension you didn't even know you had leaves you, and you feel empty
>this empty is pleasant, however, compared to the other kind you're all too familiar with
>a relaxation, a peace of mind and heart that only love can bring
>under her breath, Gura hums the tune of some song of another
>your sleep deprived and love addled brain tries and fails to remember the name
>eventually, steadily, the humming and the combing grow weaker and weaker, and eventually, steadily, Gura's head comes to rest against your neck
>on impulse, you return the favor, fruitlessly combing through her messy, unkempt hair
>the smell of generic shampoo has faded, overtaken by her natural smell
>it's indescribable, the smell
>all you know and all you care about however, is that it's pleasant enough to lose yourself in
>soon, the gentle rise and fall of her chest lulls you
>under your breath, before sleep takes you, you whisper
>o
>ya
>su
>mi

Do you ever think there will ever be a time when you ever get to talk personally to your oshi?

Watching Gura's and Ame's watchalong and I caught myself wishing I could actually talk to them as oppose to just entering a chat which they'll never read.

Good night, friend...