#ʰᵉʳᵒ ᵒᶠ ˡᵉᵍᵉᶰᵈ; ⁽ᶤᶜ⁾

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“--T’e world pisses me off.”

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@becassines

“--Yer t’e most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

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@doppiavitas

You were quick to bring a cigarette to your lips. It felt nice to smoke again; going cold turkey for a few years was just awful.

“--I’ve been t’ see ‘em,” was your reply. “Mimi slapped me. Kiki yelled at me. So I left in a ‘urry.”

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gamenu replied to your post: Sits in his lap and leans back on his chest to...

“Ha'der! I jus’ go’ this game yesterday! I’s gonna have a slow star’.”

“--Don’t care,” you answered flatly. “It looks borin’.” You had no problem speaking your mind; that didn’t change much over the years. “Put it down an’ get us food.” She shouldn’t have offered to take you in. Nicole had no choice but to deal with your bullshit now. Until you decided to leave--which, mind you, might be any time.

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@diiscordare

“--I met a dragon w’ile out a’ t’e country,” came your voice. “S’e didn’t compare.”

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@gamenu

She slapped you–right across the face. You wouldn’t deny that you deserved it. She should have used her abilities; a slap did nothing. You wanted to feel her animosity toward you.

Silently, you lifted your large hand to cover your cheek.

“–Ya s’ould know better,” you said. “Yer ‘and is gonna ‘urt.”

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“--Mungu Mla,” was what you said suddenly. “T’ose people wouldn’t stop chantin’ t’at w’en t’ey saw me.” Your time spent in Africa was short. It was maybe a month or so. You couldn’t remember. “No clue w’at it means.”

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Sits in his lap and leans back on his chest to play her game. He still might be giving her the silent treatment, but damn if he doesn't make a good chair.

You rest your chin against her shoulder, and watch as she fiddles with her handheld gaming machine. You forgot the name of it. “–Looks boring,” came your dull tone of voice.

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💪 s weats

send 💪 to touch my muse’s muscles!

“–Are ye ‘avin’ fun?” you ask, frowning. “Ya’ve been starin’ fer a w’ile now, lass.”

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@daemonusdea

“--Ya always stab first, an’ ask questions later?” 

Her blade--which had been shoved through your chest--gave you a mild chill. You gripped the blade loosely before cocking your head to the side. “I don’t know shyte about Intoners, or w’atever.”

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@magiclace

“--Ya keep lookin’ at me,” you managed to say--after five minutes without saying anything. “Ya want a cigarette or somet’in’?”

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@diiscordare

You weren’t expecting an embrace. You were more expecting a slap or a kick--or something. Then again, this woman was incredible mature (most of the time). You couldn’t remember a time when she hadn’t been. Rather, you couldn’t remember much of anything. At least you knew her face, her name, and what she looked like.

“--I see,” you said in reply. Hugging you must have felt rough--like embracing a rigid, cold statue. Your hand did manage to reach the center of her back regardless.

You eyed her carefully--making sure to capture all the details of her face, in case you’d somehow forget them. 

“--Ya still smell nice too,” you mumbled softly. 

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@karismatickitty

“--Yer sense a’ ‘umor is still shyte,” came your reply--as you reached up to grab loosely at her ear. You held it for a moment but released it soon after to slide some fingers through her hair. “Ya don’t seem...any different from w’en I saw ye last.”

You paused--to inhale some breath. It was shallow, and was as if you hardly needed that delicious oxygen to survive. 

“--I’m glad...t’ see yer doin’ fine.”

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chucks a water stone at one of your magikarps. :T

You swatted the colored stone away with a half-assed backhand, and took a step in front of your flopping fish. “–Ya wanna try t’at again, wee lass?”

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Quietly sits in front of him. He might not talk much, but that doesn't mean he can't play! It's time for a staring contest!

It wasn’t odd for you to just…stare off into space. Nicole managed to witness this first hand and, what does she do? She sits down between you and the wall you were absentmindedly staring at. Slowly, your gaze shifts to meet her own. You stared at her in silence for roughly a minute.

“–Ya got a booger,” was what you said finally.

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Quietly curls up on his chest for a nap.

You hardly ever slept. Your dreams weren’t a safe place. Even now, the faces of those you considered enemies haunted you. Their hollow, lifeless eyes were a constant reminder that you were a murderer. Even she was there. Her smile seemed forced. You wanted to touch her–just once–and apologize. Instead, whenever you got close to her, she vanished. You’d always wake up in a cold sweat.

Like now.

Luckily for you, Nicole didn’t seem to notice your sudden jolt. She was sound asleep. That was good. 

You somehow managed to control your breathing before settling down once more. Sleep wouldn’t be an option. You’d just sit here until Nicole woke up.