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The discovery of lubricant out of all things was honestly not something Barrie was expecting. Mickey seemed so - well she just didn't seem that type! He assumed it wasn't used too often, as she seemed like relationships were out of her range most of the time. Leaning against the door frame, he raised his thick eyebrows and read the back of it. "Well it seems safe enough..." he murmured with a light laugh, tilting his head at her with his eyes narrowed. "Next time you /do/ use it, don' leave it ou' for your male friend t' find," he teased, waggling the container at her scoldingly.

"Whats this?"

10. Lubricant

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Mickey had asked Barrie to help clean up around the house, as she was almost too lazy to do it herself. She’d been making her brother’s bed up while he had gone to work on her room. She’d heard him rummaging through drawers, and honestly was not very concerned with anything. She figured there wasn’t exactly anything to hide, either. 

What she hadn’t counted on however, was for the shuffling sounds to stop, and for him to pop his head into the bedroom. 

“What’s this?" 

"Well, I mean, everyone’s go’ some secret’s t’keep.. ‘ve go’ mine an’ you’ve go’ yours. Jus’ cuz I don’ do much tha’ often doesn’ mean I don’ need it… 

                          'sides, wha' if I get m'hand caught in somethin’?” 

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Send "What's this?" And I will generate a number to see what item your muse has found in mine's belongings.

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Sex toy

Teddy bear

My muse’s old baby blankie

Old photographs showing my muse was abused when younger.

Playboy pictures

My muses’ old family portrait.

A love letter my muse meant to send yours, but never did

A condom

A weapon

Lubricant

Paddle

Stolen gems

Chains and whips

Flowers with your muses name on the tag

Handcuffs

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The two were generally very comfortable with light touches of friendly affection, both being quite playful people. "You're th' best hush," he replied with a soft grin as she hugged him once. Hooking his thumbs in his pockets, he tilted his head to watch Mickey as she perused the menu. When she decided on the same, he leaned towards the counter and ordered for the both of them, getting handed the ice cream cones and handing her one like one would for a child. He paid quickly and then started out the door again with her, always opening it for her. "New bathin' suit you said though? What's it look like? Or will I have t' be surprised." He peered over at her with his adoring hazelnut brown eyes.

"Travel. They travel a lo’, them an’ my mum do." Mickey rolled her eyes a slight bit as she ducked a bit to walk in under his arm. "Yes! You’re th’best!" She gave him a quick one-armed hug as they walked along to the counter. 

"Humm," Looking up at the little menu, she just shrugs again. “‘m gonna go with tha’ too. Never a bad time t’try new things." 

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"Gone? Where they off to then?" Barrie asked curiously, opening the glass door for her so she could walk under his arm to the cool of the store. "We'll go swimmin' then. We can jus' pop back to yours, you get your stuff. I can jus' wear me undershorts," he smiled faintly, escorting her up to the counter, "What would th' lovely Mickey like to have, hm? I'm certainly havin' cinnamon ice cream."

"Nothin’ really, layin’ at home, readin’, music, stuff like tha’. I ‘ad all m’brothers around last week an’ suddenly they’re gone, so, don’ have much t’do." Mickey was between looking up to him, then down to her feet to make sure she didn’t trip in her sandals. 

"We could go swimmin’, yes! I wouldn’ care if ‘s crowded." She grinned at the idea as they reached the ice cream place. "Plus, I bought a swimsuit a few weeks ago, an’ I ‘aven’t even really used it.." 

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Like a lost dog, Barrie's hazel eyes gazed at her quietly from beneath his dark bangs which were starting to flatten from the rain. "No its fine," he replied quietly, moving a few steps toward the door of his flat. "Look y' dont have to if its a terrible trouble but - would it be possible that you might help me move those last few boxes upstairs? I don' want them gettin' wet, an' you look like you could use a cuppa tea."

Mollie was /not/ having a good day. She had began to go for a walk just down the street from her flat when it began to rain on her. This left a bacd taste in her mouth and gave her an awful mood. It was when she bumped into a rather tall man that she cursed rather loudly. She sighed, the rain now getting harder and the sound of thunder made her tremble a little, “Sorry — ‘s my bad,” the Scott said quickly.

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"What've you been doin'?" Barrie gently let her arm slip from his grasp, plucking at his tshirt in a mildly displeased manner, wishing it wasn't so hot. It made wearing jeans rather uncomfortable. "Aftah we get ice cream, maybe we could go out swimmin' or somethin'." His schedule was nearly always open, as his gigs with his band occupied the night hours and left his days free. "We can go down t' the beachside. It'll be crowded bu' at least there'll be cold water." He peered over at the shorter girl, his eyes quinted against the sun, smile fitting in his features.

"It ‘asn’ been this hot in forever," Mickey complained, reaching up to gently scratch at her neck. She glanced down at his arm while he observed it, and before she could even agree with him he’d taken her arm to compare. "..Nah, ‘ve been inside a lo’ lately. Dunno why," She just shrugged. "I mean, I guess ‘s cuz I hadn’ had too much t’do before this week." 

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"It's bloody hot ou' here, isn't it," Barrie remarked in exhaustion, stroking back his locks from hanging in his brown eyes. As they walked towards the shop, he rubbed his forearm idly, observing how his skin tone had changed so much over the summer, "Lookit tha', I didn't know I could tan so much." He gently took her own arm, comparing their skin colour difference, "You're not as dark - have y'been outside much?"

The offer of ice cream was the best thing Mickey had heard all day. Immediately nodding, she jumped up. Even her own combination of a tank top and shorts couldn’t save her from the ridiculous heat. Her hair was tied back in a messy bun, strands hanging out just about every which way, a few more fell when she nodded. “Yes, please! Ice cream sounds fantastic..” 

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Moving boxes was an awful chore. Barrie was moving into his new flat in Liverpool and not only was he not acquainted with the layout of the town, but he was on his own now and trying to make it as a musician and nothing else. It wasn’t easy. With two enormous boxes in hand, he bumped into someone much smaller than him and halted immediately. “Scuse me - havin’ terrible trouble wiff these things,” he muttered, shifting one cardboard container out of the way to see the girl. The truck beside him was crammed with various furniture items and other boxes stuffed with homely contents. It was going to take him forever to move it all up to the second floor - and it had already begun to drizzle.

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dontcallmemaryjean "Mickey - care t' go out for ice cream wif me?" The day had gotten ridiculously hot and Barrie was scorched, even in his t-shirt and jeans. Mickey had been a go-to friend for the past week; she provided quite a lot of entertainment and the two of them spent time having lunches in the park or making flower crowns for each other.

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