Wandering Polar Bear Cubs

Me Ramener Chez Moi Quelqu'un

Formaly known as ask-kumajirou. This will remain both an ask blog and an RP blog.

The bear knows all.

Bonjour~ My name is Kumajirou. I'm a polar bear from Canada.

My master? Eh, I forgot who he was. Maybe I'll remember his name eventually.

You can ask me anything, or talk to me if you want to. I won't bite... only if you have pancakes, though.

((Oops, and if anyone is interested in my personal:

http://takingaplanetospace.tumblr.com/

http://takingaplanetospace.tumblr.com/

http://takingaplanetospace.tumblr.com/

THIS BLOG IS OFFICIALLY INACTIVE.

THIS BLOG IS OFFICIALLY INACTIVE.

I might be coming back during the summer! But if not, I’ll see you around, everyone!

If anyone wants, drop your Skype (if you have one) in my ask, and I’ll message you~

THIS BLOG IS OFFICIALLY INACTIVE.

  • My entire school: You don't talk much.
  • Me: Cause you're all cunts.

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“Hey.”

#IT’S KUMA

YES. YES.

Eh! GIVE ME BACK MY CAMERA!

-stares at him-

-stare-

-runs away with the camera-

Kumajiro! Get back here! 

“Non!” -dives into a pile of pillows-

“KUMA!” -he ran after him, jumping into the pillows in order to get the other-

-yelps and struggles aimlessly in the pile with Matthew, then jumps out with a pillow covering his eyes and runs into the kitchen-

“H-hey! Get back here, I need that! Maple hockey!

-he broke out of the pile and chased after him-

Kuma skidded into the kitchen, nearly bumping into a chair and knocking it over. He looked around, camera hanging by it’s cord in his mouth, and dashed behind the fridge.

“Kuma!” he whined, following quick behind him. “This isn’t funny, eh!”

Keeping quiet, he leaned against the metal fridge out of sight,

“You hoser!” he cried out, looking about his kitchen.

He giggled to himself.

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lulz-time:

“Hey.”

#IT’S KUMA

YES. YES.

Eh! GIVE ME BACK MY CAMERA!

-stares at him-

-stare-

-runs away with the camera-

Kumajiro! Get back here! 

“Non!” -dives into a pile of pillows-

“KUMA!” -he ran after him, jumping into the pillows in order to get the other-

-yelps and struggles aimlessly in the pile with Matthew, then jumps out with a pillow covering his eyes and runs into the kitchen-

“H-hey! Get back here, I need that! Maple hockey!

-he broke out of the pile and chased after him-

Kuma skidded into the kitchen, nearly bumping into a chair and knocking it over. He looked around, camera hanging by it’s cord in his mouth, and dashed behind the fridge.

“Kuma!” he whined, following quick behind him. “This isn’t funny, eh!”

Keeping quiet, he leaned against the metal fridge out of sight,

-rolls around in his bed-

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“My house is being torn down and remodeled,” she replied. “So I’m traveling for a while.”

“Sounds fun,” he murmured. “The traveling, not the destroying.”

“It can be, si.” she leaned down to kiss the top of his head. “Should I leave you to sleep, Kumajirou?”

“Mmm. If you have to go, then you should get along. But you are welcome to stay as long as you like here.” He rubbed his eyes and yawned. “I think I will catch some sleep while I can.”

“I don’t have to leave Canada for a few days,” she told him quietly. “So would it be okay for me to crash here for the night?”

"You are welcome to; there is a guest bedroom upstairs at the end of the hallway." His last words slipped away into whispers as he drifted off to sleep.

(via sirenusae)

-rolls around in his bed-

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“My house is being torn down and remodeled,” she replied. “So I’m traveling for a while.”

“Sounds fun,” he murmured. “The traveling, not the destroying.”

“It can be, si.” she leaned down to kiss the top of his head. “Should I leave you to sleep, Kumajirou?”

"Mmm. If you have to go, then you should get along. But you are welcome to stay as long as you like here." He rubbed his eyes and yawned. "I think I will catch some sleep while I can."

(via sirenusae)

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-rolls around in his bed-

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-snuggles a pillow and mumbles something sleepily-

Kuma… Kumajirou, si? -crouches next to him and rubs his ears-

-stirs and opens one eye to the madame- “Hmm? W-who are you?”

-chuckles, petting his head- You used to get to call me Chiara, mais just Catalina now.

“Chiara et Catalina?” The names didn’t ring a bell; maybe Chiara, but not Catalina. He decided to play dumb just to clear things up. “Forgive me, but have we met before?”

She smiled. “Si, we have. You found me once after my brother died. I think maybe after my boyfriend then disappeared, as well.”

He blinked. He remembered a little bit of what she was saying. He remembered (he thought) asking her what was wrong, or something along the lines of that. He shook his head. “I think I remember. My memory is not that good, you see.” He nuzzled into her petting.

“Ahh, neither is mine.” Continuing to pet him, she hummed. “Isn’t Mathieu supposed to be around here somewhere?”

“Hmm, he’s around. He’s usually at work a lot this time of year, or sleeping.” He laid his head against the edge of the bed and stared at nothing, feeling sleepy again from her petting. “What are you doing here, anyway?”

“My house is being torn down and remodeled,” she replied. “So I’m traveling for a while.”

"Sounds fun," he murmured. "The traveling, not the destroying."

(via sirenusae)