#「 v. dangerous flips and car crashes ( anita ; modern ) 」

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⟬ meme / @pluviacuratio ⟭

“ friends need to lean on each other every now & then . ” (Anita!!)

"You mean like. . . literally? 'Cause we're both pretty strong, we could handle it." She knew that Arabella didn't mean it literally, but she was determined to deflect and avoid if possible.

The notion that she might give extra helpings to someone that already had a lot on their plate felt wrong despite how gluttonous she could be at times. More always sounded good, but not in this case. The guilt was jammed lopsided in her gut, the edges catching and tugging and making her feel ill.

But this wouldn't work. She knew her friend well, and the reverse was equally as true. Her determination to avoid talking was written clear across her face, so 'subtle' joking wouldn't suffice.

"Seriously, it's fine. I can just work out extra hard later and get all my frustration out that way. When in doubt, sweat it out."

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". . . Alright, so — I can't think of any either. If I haven't eaten it, I don't know what it is." She too could only recall the common fish, all of it frequently eaten by the glutton. Her argument that Vivian was adorable was still firmly believed in, but she had lost her desire to argue simply because she knew she was too dumb to pull it off.

A single finger was held out, hovering near enough to Vivian's nose that she could have given her a little 'boop' if she wanted to, but she poked at the air instead.

"But because I don't wanna lose this argument, I'm gonna look up stuff later, and I'll pick a fish for you tomorrow. I can't promise it'll be perfect, but I don't let people talk crap about my friends. Even if they're the one doing it."

    At her objection, absentminded blinks were quick to roll off Vivian's lashes, for she didn't think she would be that opposed to equating herself as a monk fish... but judging from Anita's reaction, it didn't seem like she agreed? Before she could further present her case, however, her friend would abruptly whip out her phone, causing any words she would have uttered to later die on her throat.

    Of course, by that point, Vivian could only sweat drop as Anita later lets out a disgusted groan. Still, something else, huh? Now, that was admittedly a conundrum.

    "You claim I'm adorable, but it's not as though my 2D obsessed noggin can suddenly think up any more off the top of my head; besides, for me, any other fish that immediately comes to mind are ones that are tasty... like salmon, halibut, or tuna," Vivian finally states... and it was true as well, because she wasn't even the type to visit aquariums or watch films that would feature cartoon fish, like Finding Nemo.

    "I dunno, Nini. If you think I'm nowhere near as ugly as a monk fish, how about you suggest fishes I can be?"

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⟬ @spiriitum / s.c ⟭

"You fly, so. . . you can go anywhere, right?" She turned her eyes from the window and peered to the winged man beside her. In the early morning light, he was gorgeous, and it took her a moment to remember what she really wanted to ask. "How high have you gone? What's the coolest place you've flown to?"

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⟬ @fiorserpen / s.c ⟭

"I've got it." She didn't, but her pride would be far more shattered than her arm if she couldn't open the jar she had in her hands. Despite being told that she shouldn't use her arm, she tried because she didn't like being told to sit still and do nothing. "I'm a big girl, I don't need you to open this for me."

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⟬ meme / @ghostlyanon ⟭

jump, sender jumps onto receiver's back ( anita! >:} )

"You holdin' on tight?" She went into piggy-back mode: arms locked around Annie's knees, body hunched forward, face pulled into a giddy grin. She was ready to move, even if it meant the two of them wound up slightly aching and dirty later on. "You might get a little wet, but it'll be better than getting soaked."

In front of them stretched a wide but shallow river, its waters crystal clear and lazily rolling over massive stones. The boulders were normally dry and gave people plenty of room to safely get across, but a recent rain had filled the river beyond its usual capacity.

That meant someone had to wade, and that someone was happily Anita. She didn't mind getting her jeans wet, so long as she could change after they reached their camp site. "I'm going across!"

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⟬ @emystic / s.c ⟭

"I could put your hair up for you, y'know." Her long fingers toyed with the end of Trixy's hair, the long strands getting in the way of playing. "It'll only take me a second, and I'll try not to yank if I can help it. Just figured it might not get in the way while you're messin' around if it's up."

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⟬ @pluviacuratio ⟭

“i’m not sure if you’re up for it, but i made breakfast.” (Anita!)

"M'always up for it. . ."

She was terribly hungover, the dregs of a long night drinking meaning the whole of her body felt sluggish and sloshy. Her steps were staggered as she moved into the kitchen, her nose was slow to pick up the scent of crisping bacon and fluffy eggs, and her eyes took far too long to adjust to the glare of morning light as it streaked in through the dusty cracks of her blinds.

But once she caught the scent and her stomach reminded her of just how empty it was, she almost tackled the table in her excitement. "Can you make breakfast for me every day?"

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⟬ @pluviacuratio ⟭

Holds her arms up to Anita like a child would. The invitation to lift is there!

The invitation was accepted, happily and without hesitation. Both arms scooped Bella clear off her feet, the princess carry only barely straining the muscles in her arms. "Up you go! Alright, where to? You'll have to pay for the ride, but you know I accept food and booze."

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"That'll do it." A brow was arched at the commanding snap. How it told the bartender what she wanted was beyond her, but she was no less impressed with her control of the person behind the bar. "That's all it takes, huh?"

It connected then, the power she had and her position. "The snapping makes sense now. Didn't think I'd meet the owner, but it's nice to meet you anyway. Anita, owner of. . . uh. . . a one bedroom apartment. Totally not as cool as a nightclub."

"Whiskey it is then, darling."

Serina snapped her fingers to catch the bartender's attention, before turning back to the stranger. She could understand the reluctance at being in nightclubs, a few of the Songbirds were like that as well before getting used to them, or choosing to work the more logistical side of things.

"I'm Serina DaSilva, the owner of this fine establishment, darling. May I have your name?"

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⟬ @pluviacuratio ⟭

Anita suddenly has a Bella. She smiled wide and threw her arms around the taller woman. "I've missed you!!!"

"If you really missed me, you gotta give me a better hug than that!" She only meant to tease because if she were to speak the truth, any hug given by Bella was a gift. But because she was a menace and she missed the freckled woman just as much, she dragged her into a joint-popping bear hug that left even her arms feeling the slightest bit numb and her chest tight.

Face buried into her shoulder, Anita let out a muffled whine. "I missed you too. We really need to hang out 'cause it's been way too long."

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⟬ @puckish-rogue ⟭

Suppose he shouldn't really be that surprised that some eyes were drawn to him as soon as he stepped into this bar, cause once you establish yourself as a real big bad crime lord—who's also a world famous celebrity on his downtime—most people are gonna recognize your ass in an instant. And that can either work out well for ya, or go terribly terrible wrong.

Not that any of that mattered for our favorite bozo here. His primary concern was the purchase of a refreshing beverage. And like hell was anyone or anything gonna stop him as he made his way to the counter.

Only a few minutes prior did the brunette arrive, bottom planted firmly on a wobbling stool at the same counter. She didn't make it a habit to take her time, but she avoided ordering the hardest hitting booze right off the bat because she wanted to stick around.

The quiet buzz of conversation, the steady thrum of faint music behind it and the warmth of the bar made the place ideal for a silent sit-down.

It seemed, however, that another came just in time to cut her off. She had tried for the bartender's attention, only to have another sidle up and snag their attention.

"Welp, there goes my chance." She slumped forward and watched as the bartender slid past, completely unaware of the woman now that the rough, gruff man had arrived. "Dammit. You couldn't have waited like, ten minutes?"

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⟬ @spiriitum / anita's birthday 5 • 13 ⟭

Armed with a relatively large teddy bear, takeout from her favorite restaurants, and an arsenal of 'so bad they're good' movies, Jonas hoped that it would make for a pretty good birthday. Anita had always tried to go the extra mile for him, and all the bird wanted to do was give her the same in return. With a little kiss placed to her temple, Jonas slipped a box into her hand. It's a necklace-- a simple, gold bear paw.

"Happy birthday, sweetheart... Did I do okay?"

All she needed was him, but she wouldn't disregard the gifts he had gotten her. Food and adorable bears were always the go-to, and she would never grow sick of either. There would never come an end to her slowly amassing collection, but the necklace was unique.

Anita didn't often wear jewelry. It was cumbersome and easy to lose thanks to how active she was. Several necklaces had been lost during her teenage years, so she had stopped trying.

There was still a chance she might pop this one from the chain during the middle of a game or while she was out on a jog, but it was better than not wearing it and leading Jonas to believe that it didn't matter to her.

"Did you do okay? Are you really asking me that?" The bear she had latched onto was set aside, the food temporarily forgotten and the necklace clasped around her neck pinched between her fingers. "You see this? I haven't worn a necklace in years, but I'm not gonna take this one off. Y'know, aside from when I shower and sleep and stuff. Those are the only times!"

Both arms slipped around his neck, making it easier for long fingers to dig into the wild hairs along the back of his neck. Gentle pulls straightened the strands, until she released them and they sprang back into place. "You did more than okay! Seriously, you don't gotta worry. I love it, and I love you."

He had kissed her head, but she thanked him with a long, lingering kiss to his lips. The kiss was sweet and simple at the start, but it began to simmer and burn the longer it lasted.

"I know it's my birthday, but you're not leaving my place 'til I've thanked you properly. Got it?"

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"Normally, I'd snatch up that offer in a heartbeat, but I'm gonna give you one last chance to reconsider. 'Cause if you let me, I will drain your whole wallet, and I will not take the blame."

❝ Just get whatever you'd like off the menu. I don't mind paying for it. ❞ / @xamassed gets some one - liners.

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⟬ meme / @fctedivided ⟭

"I didn't realize it was even possible to burn water..." Leon was almost lost for words. (to you-know-who)

"Well, apparently it is!" Purely out of frustration, the pot was tossed into the sink. The obnoxious clattering set her teeth on edge, but the sound came and went — her annoyance at herself did not.

It wasn't a big deal, she knew that deep down, but the amount of cooking failures she had racked up had begun to take its toll on her. No matter how hard she tried, no matter how closely she followed instructions, something always went wrong.

"Don't say anything. I know I suck, and I don't need you pointing it out."

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⟬ @pluviacuratio / anita's birthday 5 • 13 ⟭

She was stressed about giving Anita her gift. Realistically, she thought her friend would like it.. But, the anxiety was still there. So, she chewed on her lip and approached the brunette. "Happy birthday, Anita!" A little basket was handed over. Inside was a few snacks she knew Anita liked, hand made of course, a small fluffy throw blankets with cute little bears all over it, and a small messily hand-stitched teddy bear.

"Oooh, what'cha got in here?" Anita had lunged forward and hooked a finger along the lip of the basket, but the finger loosened when she was given a heartfelt wish. The thoughtfulness and enthusiasm utterly stunned her, though not for long.

She regained control of her body, but she remained at a loss for words. Quietly, she dragged the blanket out from where it had been folded and draped it over her shoulders. If it was just the two of them, then it wouldn't do her any real harm to make herself comfortable while appreciating Bella's perfect gifts.

"Look at this little guy!" She wanted to grab a snack and stuff it into her mouth like she was often wont to do, but the bear her friend stitched together tugged at her heart and demanded every ounce of her attention.

It was carefully lifted and held higher than her head, her whole expression struck with childlike wonder.

"I love it. I'm keeping him forever and ever." After she spent time admiring the details, she hugged the bear to her chest. "He needs a name. Wanna help me think of one?"

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⟬ meme / @fractisouls ⟭

“Smash or Pass” + Matilda / For Anita :]

"That's, uh. . . Shit, why that name?"

The curse was spat under her breath seconds before she mustered up her courage. Hands on her hips, face flushed and eyebrows pinched together, she tried to make herself look as inconvenienced as possible.

"Okay, look — she's super hot, and it only gets worse once you get to know her. So, y'know, smash. But I'm probably not the only one that thinks so!"