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me rubbing my dirty little hands together knowing i can run ff7 remake on my lappy >:)

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university   viktor   tho.   he   had   no   friends   when   he   was   at   school   since   he   was   an   outsider   but   someone   SHOULD   befriend   him   &   we   should   write   it   :P

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me   telling   you   to   watch   a.rcane   for   the   art the   art:

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leslie   can   be   suuuuuuuch   a   buzzkill   ━━   all   serious   &   uptight   most of the   time.   he   doesn't   really   know   how   to   let   loose   in jinx's personal opinion   ,   which   is   why   she   believes   he   should   count   himself   lucky   that   she's   willing   to   hang   around   him.   as   serious   about   work   or   whatever   goes   on   in   his   mind   as   he   is   ,   he   does   provide   a   lot   of   entertainment   for   her   ,   though   it   can   be   hard   to   pry   out   information   out   of   him   sometimes. thankfully , jinx   has   always   been   a   determined   person , so even if leslie is unwilling to open up , she'll do her best to try to convince him otherwise.   ❝   you   don't   wanna   know   ,   ❞   leslie   insists   ,   remaining   firm   ,   clearly   not   wanting   to   talk   about   his   experience   with   working   with   don   corneo.   jinx   scoffs   ,   spinning   around   in   her   stool   chair as she groans out her frustration   ,   blue   braids   flying   around   with   her   &   no   doubt   hitting   her   friend   in   the   process.

❝   come   onnnnnnnnnnnn.   what   is   even   the   big   deal   ? ❞ quick   reflexes   allow   her   to   reach   for   the   bar table   &   quickly   stop   her   movement   ,   eyes   shining   with   curiosity   as   she   continues   to   pester   her   friend.   ❝   i   worked   for   silco   &   you   worked   for   a   weird   ,   horny   guy   with   cartoon   like   hair.   we   do   what   we   gotta   do   to   survive.   ❞   jinx   won't   mention   the   fact   that   silco   was   basically   like   her   father   ,   but   that   detail   is   not   really   important right now.   she   shrugs   her   shoulders   dramatically   ,   still   not   seeing   what   it   is   that   would   make   leslie   not   want   to   share   any   experiences   he's   had   when   working   as   a   henchman.   ❝   anything   you've   done   is   probably   nothing   compared   to   what   i've   seen.   ❞   or   what   she   herself   has   done   since growing up in the undercity.   ❝   don't   you   wanna   bond   or   something   ?   create   a   strong   friendship   through   all the   horrors   we've   seen ?   tch.   some   friend   you   are.   ❞ jinx sighs , resorting back to spinning in her stool again. ❝ &   now you're   boring   me.   ❞

˗ˏˋ     ᵈʳᵃᶠᵗ·     jinx   ﹕   die   hard   prompts.   featuring  @cautionarys   as   leslie   kyle.

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maybe   i   need   someone   to   crush   on   viktor   &   for   him   to   be   so   oblivious   to   it   that   he   accidentally   friend   zones   you.

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anyways make a.rcane verses.

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ARCANE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS: 2x08 - “Killing is a Cycle” ↳ "I guess this is goodbye."

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PROMPTS FOR NEW INTIMACY * for the first touch, the first kiss, or the first time together

i've always wanted to do this.

oh, shut up and kiss me.

have you ever done this before?

lay down with me. please.

do you want to come upstairs?

i believe i promised you a kiss.

tell me if you want me to stop.

we could try tonight.

don't go. kiss me again.

how does that feel?

was that your first time?

you taste so good.

it's been so long since someone held me.

i've thought about doing this for a long time.

tell me if you want more.

when was the last time someone touched you like this?

you're so soft.

i don't want to stop.

kiss me.

i wish i could kiss you.

you're safe here. i've got you.

i'm not used to being held like that.

please take my hand.

help me take this off.

you're a much better kisser than i expected.

did we just do that?

come here. i need you.

do you want to be with me?

go slow.

i'm not sure if i'm doing this right.

please be gentle. i'm not used to this.

can i kiss you?

put your fingers in my hair.

if i kissed you right now, would you be mad?

come into my arms.

let's just take it slow.

that was perfect.

you're so beautiful.

tell me when you're ready.

stay close to me.

i could stare into your eyes forever.

mind if i take this off?

don't make me beg.

do you like it when i touch you?

come closer. it's okay.

i dreamt about us kissing.

i only kissed your cheek. it doesn't count.

can i lay here with you?

that feels really nice.

i need you close to me.

i've never done this before, with anyone.

can we do that again?

i like it when you hold me.

why don't we try? what could go wrong?

we'll just take this one step at a time.

i can see all your freckles up close.

touch me.

i could kiss you forever.

i'm so sorry. i don't know what came over me.

was that a moan?

maybe we could make up for lost time?

come to my bedroom tonight.

lay with me.

i'm not sure what to do.

i've lost track of time.

we need to be careful.

you're so handsome.

you never did give me that kiss you promised.

no one's ever made me feel this way.

do you like it when i do that?

you can kiss me again, you know.

i like it when you kiss my neck.

that feels good.

someone could hear us.

how do you want me to touch you?

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PROMPTS FOR ORDINARY THINGS THAT FEEL INTIMATE *  inspired by this post. these don't have to be romantic - you can specify romantic or not when you send them. in essence, these are simply intimate, affectionate moments to share with someone you love and care about. adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of the prompt

[ lean ] sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder

[ shop ] sender and receiver go to the grocery store together

[ brush ] sender brushes receiver's hair

[ tie ] sender helps receiver with their tie, either by putting it on or adjusting it

[ necklace ] sender helps receiver with the clasp of their necklace from behind

[ zip up ] sender assists receiver with zipping up a piece of clothing

[ unzip ] sender assists receiver with unzipping a piece of clothing

[ shoelaces ] sender bends down to tie receiver's shoelaces

[ swipe ] sender notices a smudge of something on receiver's face and gently wipes it off

[ braid ] sender braids receiver's hair

[ jacket ] sender takes their jacket off and hangs it on receiver's shoulders

[ puddle ] sender hurries to stop receiver from stepping into a puddle

[ drinks ] sender brings receiver a drink from a bar/their kitchen

[ feed ] sender feeds receiver's pet/s for them

[ cook ] sender and receiver cook a meal together

[ feed ] sender allows receiver to try a bite of their dish, holding their fork out for receiver to taste

[ teach ] sender, an expert at something, takes time to teach receiver how it works and how they can get better at it, too

[ readjust ] sender comes up behind receiver and readjusts their stance (maybe holding a gun, holding a golf club, aiming for something, etc.) to help them

[ makeup ] sender fixes receiver's makeup for them

[ bathroom ] sender and receiver go to a public restroom together and have a normal conversation in between the stalls

[ aloud ] sender reads aloud to receiver

[ refill ] sender refills receiver's glass without asking

[ massage ] sender notices receiver looks tense, steps up behind them, and massages their shoulders

[ listen ] sender listens to receiver explain something they're passionate about

[ silence ] sender and receiver comfortably exist in silence together, both of them working or reading or focusing on something different

[ food ] sender brings food over to receiver's house

[ hum ] sender hums along to a song receiver is singing

[ see ] sender sees something that reminds them of receiver and texts them a picture of it

[ admire ] sender stares at receiver across a room, silently admiring and appreciating them from afar

[ win ] sender lets receiver beat them in a game

[ puzzle ] sender helps receiver solve/put together a puzzle

[ carry ] after receiver falls asleep in an inconvenient place, sender carries them to a bed and tucks them in

[ kneel ] sender finds receiver sick in the bathroom ("tossing their cookies"), and kneels beside them, holding their hair back and cleaning their face

[ clean ] sender helps bathe receiver

[ wash ] sender helps receiver wash their hair

[ patch ] sender carefully patches one of receiver's wounds

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there   has   been   so   much   loss   since   the   battle   against   ambessa   had   been   won   ,   leaving   both   zaun   &   piltover   to   clean   up   the   mess   &   try   to   carry   on   with their lives.   it's   been   a   difficult   time   for   everyone   involved   in   the   uprising   ,   especially   for   violet   ,   who   has   lost   her   father   figure   once   again   ,   as   well   as   her   sister   all   in   one   day.   the   death   of   her   own   mother   led   her   down   a   dark   path   she   thought   she'd   be   strong   enough   to   avoid   ,   but   to   lose   people   constantly   through   your   life   ━━   she   doesn't   know   how   vi   has   managed   to   stay   strong   all   this   time.   she   is   someone   so   many   people   look   up   to   ,   unwavering   in   her   resolve   to   do   the   right   thing   ,   while   also   trying   to   make   peace   with   those   she   loves.   it's   one   of   the   many   traits   she   loves   about   her   ,   her   heart   always   shining   through   despite   the   hard   exterior   she   tries   to   show.   even   now   as   they   sit   in   her   bedroom   ,   resting   &   recovering   after   enduring   so   many   injuries from the fight   ,   caitlyn   finds   she   wants   nothing   more   than   to   see   vi's   smile   again   ,   to   help   her   through   the   grief   &   to   keep   that   golden heart   of   hers   as   intact   as   she   can.   the   pain   of   losing   a   father   &   a   sister   will   never   leave   her   ,   but   she   hopes   she   can   be   a   salve   of   sorts   ━━   someone   to   lean   on   so   she   doesn't   feel   alone. never again . . . caitlyn will never leave her.

humor   often   can   be   a   wonderful   tool   when   changing   the   mood   ,   so   caitlyn   decides   to   bring   up   the   topic   of   vi   when   she   was   brawling   in   fights   ,   curious   as   to   what   made   her   change   the   color   of   hair   so   drastically.   ❝   you   don't   wanna   know   ,   ❞   was   her   initial   response   ,   clearly   wanting   to   move   past   it   ,   but   caitlyn   won't   let   her   ,   determined   to   get   a   smile   out of   her.   ❝   oh   ,   but   i   do.   was   the   black   meant   to   be   symbolic   of   something   ?   or   was   that   an   aesthetic   choice   for   your   ❛   persona ?   ❜   it   made   you   look   so   angry   all   the   time.   not   quite   what   i'm   used   to   seeing   ,   though   admittedly   it   had   it's   charm   in   some   ways.   ❞   the   newly   appointed   sheriff   tucks   a   loose lock   of   hair   behind   her   ear   ,   careful   not   to   shift   the   eyepatch   cover   too much in   the   process.   ❝   i   think   i   prefer   this   color   on   you.   ❞   she   points   to   her   hair   ,   the   pink   -   reddish   hue   vibrant   even   in   the   dimly lit room.   ❝   it's   the   color   you   had   when   we   first   met.   when   you   scowled   at   me   behind   those   prison   bars.   ❞   laughter   leaves   her   lips   ,   now   resting   her   head   on   vi's   shoulder   ,   loving the way their fingers fit together as they intertwine. oil & water , & yet , a perfect fit.   ❝   any   color   you   choose   ,   i   would   love.   ❞   caitlyn's   voice   softens   ,   cheeks   burning   bright   red   as   presses   a   kiss   to   the   top   of   her   head.   ❝   it's   not   the   color   i   care   about.   it's   the   person.   believe   it   or   not   ,   i   will   love   that   stubborn   head   of   yours   even   if   it   looks   like   an   angry oil   slick.   so   long   as   it's   you   at   the   end   of   the   day   ,   well   .   .   .   that's   all   i   want.   ❞

˗ˏˋ     ᵈʳᵃᶠᵗ·     caitlyn   kiramman   ﹕   die   hard   prompts.   featuring  @gntlets   as   vi.

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all   of   you   with   your   cool   ass   blogs   &   shit.   now   i'm   gonna   have   to   play   dA   &   the   new   ff7   games   ,   read   i.nfernal   devices   ,   watch   the   d.ark   crystal   show   .   .   .   like   wHEN   WILL   I   FIND   THE   TIME.

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in   dark   depths   of   the   wizard's   small   cottage   ,   the   two   lovers   lay   in   a   mess   of   their   own   making   ,   sheets   & pillows   strewn   about   in   a   way   that   could   only   be   caused   by   pent   up   passion & impatience.   what   was   meant   to   be   a   place   for   his   study   is   now   the   stage   for   their   secret   romance   ,   a   risk   that   many   would   not   take   with   a   princess   destined   for   the   throne   ,   but   its   is   one   that   the   aspiring   wizard   will   greatly   take.   she is worth everything in his mind , too rare a jewel to ever ignore. sweat   glistens   on   his   brow   as   he   gazes   upon   his   beautiful   lover   ,   still   hovering   above   him   as   she   smiles   ,   aware   of   what   they   have   done , yet pleased & content.   there   is   no   regret   ,   no   shame   found   in   their   smiles   &   the   wizard   erases   any   lingering   doubt   as   he   sits   up   just   enough   to   meet   her   in   a   kiss , savoring the taste & allowing her to take the lead.   she's   warm   &   flickering   like   a   wild   flame   even   now   &   the   burn   is   delicious   despite   the   risk   of   pain.   howl   will   gladly   risk   any   pain   that   may   come   with   their   being   together.   they've   known   each   other   since   they   were   young   enough   to   speak   &   no   one   quite   knows   him   as   well   as   the   princess   does.   she's   in   his   heart   ,   in   his   blood   .   .   .   &   now   they   are   united   by   sins   of   the   flesh. this   was   the wizard's   first   time   exposing   himself   fully   in   such   a   vulnerable   fashion   &   he   could   not   imagine   anyone   better   to   share   this   first   time   with.   he   hopes   rhaenyra   remains   the   only   one   he   shares   this   with   .   .   .   forever.

it's   silent   between   them   as   they   recover   themselves   ,   the   beautiful   rhaenyra   ethereal   as   she   meets   his   gaze   ,   her   touch   enough   to   stir   him   into   alertness   despite   his   exhaustion.   ❝   we   are   lovers   ,   ❞ the   heir   says   so   confidentially   ,   &   howl   merely   laughs softly   in   response   ,   a   hand   reaching   up   to   comb   through   her   silver   &   unruly   locks.   ❝   oh , are we ? i   thought   our   actions   spoke   for   themselves.   ❞   he   can't   help   but   tease   her   slightly   before   stealing   another   kiss   ,   gentle   &   soothing   ━━   a   stark   comparison   to   the   desperation   they   expressed   earlier.   ❝   yes   ,   we   are   finally lovers , nyra.   i'm   honestly ashamed   that   it   took   me   this   long   to   do   something   about   it.   ❞   of   course   it   couldn't   be   helped   ,   as   she   was   the   princess   &   he   was   once   to   be   a   maester   before   his   magical   abilities   presented   themselves   ,   thankfully   ending   that   path   for   him.   ❝   issa   dāria.   ❞   howl   knows   barely   any   high   valyrian   ,   but   he's   read   enough   about   the   language   to   know   the   most   important   phrases   &   this   is   one   he   reserves   for   the   princess   &   her   alone.   ❝   nyke've   va   moriot   jorrāelatan   ao   ,   ❞   he   whispers   so   tenderly   ,   kissing   her   cheek   ,   her   chin   &   then   her   lips   once   more before tugging her down close to his chest.   ❝   i'll   have   you   back   to   the   castle   before   the   night   ends , you have my word.   but   . . . humor   me   with   a   few   more   moments   in   my   arms   .   .   . ❞ he sighs , kissing the top of her head.   ❝ oh nyra . . . i hope i made tonight memorable for you.   ❞

˗ˏˋ     ᵈʳᵃᶠᵗ·     howl   pendragon   ﹕   miscellaneous   prompts.   featuring @eueclid / @targyien   as  rhaenyra   targaryen.

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he's   found   himself   alone   in   the   lab   more   &   more   as   of   late   ,   his   partner   &   close   friend   now   seen   as   quite   the   hero   &   beloved   figure   to   the   city   of   piltover.   quite   honestly   ,   viktor   is   happy   for   the   good   that   hextech   seems   to   be   accomplishing   for   the   city   ,   but   he   wants   to   expand   their   efforts   even further   &   extend   that   good   fortune   beyond   one city , maybe   even   go   as   far   as   share   the   wealth   with   zaun.   that   last   bit   .   .   .   eh   .   .   .   he   realizes   it   would   be   a   touchy   subject   with   jayce   &   the   council   ,   but   he   is   confident   that   persuasion   could   be eventually   accomplished   ,   especially   since   he & jayce   shared   the   same   vision.   if   they   intend   to   change   the   world   ,   everyone   should   be   able   to   benefit from hextech   ,   but   unfortunately   ,   all   this   testing   &   creation   takes   so   much   time.   it's   been   a   few   years   since   their   breakthrough   with   hextech   &   the   hexgates   have   been   nothing   but   a   success.   the   work   has   slowed   down   now   that   jayce   has   become   a bit of a celebrity   ,   but   viktor   doesn't   mind   it   at   all.   well . . . yes   ,   he   does   wish   his   partner   was   here   to   help   him   with   their   work   ,   but   he   does   not   envy   all   the   attention   jayce   receives.   the   man   of   progress   soaks   up   all   that   warmth   like sunlight   ,   where   as   he   ?   he'd   prefer   the   shadows   &   a   quiet   space   where   he   can   hear   himself   think.   perhaps   it   was   his   upbringing   that   caused   this   sense   of   comfort in solitude   ,   but   it's   how   he   works   best   ━━   better to not disturb his process if it benefits his work , no ?

viktor   takes   a   momentary   reprieve   to   reach for his cane & walk   toward   the   coffee machine   ,   thankful   that   jayce   had   enough   time   to   make   a fresh brew   before   heading   out   for   the   day.   a   familiar   voice   soon   rings   through   the   lab   that   isn't   his   partner's   ,   the   surprise   enough   to   startle   viktor   that   he   nearly   does   a   spit   take   in   a   most   embarrassing   fashion.   he'd   be   upset   if   it   wasn't   miss   lara   croft   from   the   academy visiting him   ,   a   promising   young   lady   who   is   already   making   waves   in   their   academic community.   ❝   so   this   is   where   the   magic   doesn't   happen   ,   ❞   comes   lara's   teasing   jest   &   all   viktor   can   do   is   playfully   scoff   in   return   ,   taking   a   sip   of   his   coffee   before   setting   it   back   down   on his desk.   ❝   i   would   think   the   academy   would   assign   you   enough   work   that   you'd   be   too   busy   to   visit , miss croft.   ❞   his   voice   is   cool   &   monotone   ,   but   he   is   happy   to   see   her   ,   even   if   she   is   interrupting   his   work.   ❝   also   ,   the   lab   is usually   not   ideal for   socializing   ,   however   ,   i   suppose   i   could   entertain   a   few   moments   with   a   good   friend.   come   sit   .   .   .   let   me   make   you   a   coffee.   ❞ he's already moving toward the coffee machine again before lara can protest. ❝ clearly   you   must   have   a   good   reason   to   come   here   &   risk   a   scolding   from   heimerdinger.   ❞

˗ˏˋ     ᵈʳᵃᶠᵗ·     viktor   ﹕   miscellaneous   prompts.   featuring  @croftborn   as  lara   croft.

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modern   caitlyn   as   a   private   investigator   please   &   thank   you.

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it's   amusing   to   watch   jayce   get   so   passionate   about   a   topic   ,   yet   still   become   so   undone   in   the   process.   they've   decided   to   have   dinner   together   at   their   favorite   ramen   shop   just   a   few   blocks   off   the   campus   ,   sharing   a   lovely   conversation   over   their   students   &   the   many   brilliant   ideas   they've   posed   for   their   thesis   projects.   jayce   is   clearly   so   proud   of   his   students   &   it's   incredibly   endearing   to   watch.   his   amber eyes   are   lit   with   so   much   excitement & happiness   ,   a   look   viktor   finds   entranced   by   &   honored   to   bear   witness   to.   jayce   speaks   in   between   bites   of   their   meal   ,   so   he   doesn't   take   notice   of   the   bit   of   broth   that   remains   glistening   by   the   corner   of   his   lip.   without   thinking   ,   a   rarity   for   him   ,   viktor   takes   a   napkin   &   leans   in   closer   to   his   partner   while   he's   still   rambling   on   ,   gently   wiping   away   at   the   mess   until   he   finally   realizes   their   close   proximity.

viktor   freezes   ,   clears   his   throat   &   moves   away slowly   ,   trying   not   to   let   his   warm   cheeks   give   way   to   his   feelings.   ❝   you   were   spilling   your   dinner   all   over   yourself   ,   jayce.   please   .   .   .   have   some   decorum. ximena did not raise you to be such a slob.   ❞   teasing   his   friend   seemed   like   the   best   way   to   cover   that   bit   of   weakness he just showed   ,   smiling   softly   at   jayce before   changing   the   subject   altogether.   he   curses   himself   quietly   for   being   so   reckless   ,   but   he   also   curses   himself   for   not   doing   that   sooner. goddamn pesky feelings . . . a puzzle that not even his own brilliant mind couldn't find the solution to. but being that close to him . . . he cannot deny how good it felt in the moment. however , it is a feat that could only ever be possible by random chance , not by actual want from someone like him. he isn't meant for that kind of affection & jayce undoubtedly deserves someone who will help him grow , not shroud him in darkness.

˗ˏˋ     ᵈʳᵃᶠᵗ·      come   &   play   ﹕   viktor   &   featuring   @defendstomorrow   as   jayce   talis.

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maybe   breaking   out   the   margaritas   in   the   middle   of   the   night   was   a   poor   choice   on   her   part   ,   especially   when   they   already   had   been   drinking   at   the   bar heavily tonight.   you   only   live   once   ,   was   the   redhead's   way   of   rationalizing   their   decision   ,   which   would   have   been   fine   overall   if   they   didn't   get   hungry   shortly   afterward.   two   women   inebriated   with   little   to   no   cooking   skills   whatsoever   ━━   shouldn't   be   a   problem   ,   right   ?   with   the   music   flowing   through   her   little   one   bedroom   apartment   ,   gillian   sways   to   the   beat   without   a   care   in   the   world   ,   all   while   grabbing   whatever   she   could   from   the   fridge   to   make   a   proper   meal   for   the   two   of   them   ,   deciding   that   a   cheese   sandwich   is   probably   the   quickest & safest   bet.   confidence   is   glowing   through   her   as   she   brings   over   the   cheese   ,   butter   &   bread   ,   directing   carol   to   begin   setting   up   their   sandwiches   while   she   hunts   her   cabinets   for   a   can   of   tomato   soup.   she   hasn't   been   living   here   long   ,   but   she   knows   she   has   a   can   soup   of   somewhere   ,   the   sounds   of   rummaging   &   the   clicking   of   glasses   almost   muffled   by   the   music   that   plays.   its   been   such   a   fun   night   of   dancing   &   music   at   the   bar ,   &   it   feels   perfect   knowing   that   their   happiness   doesn't   have   to   end   there.   this   is   the   first   time   carol's   been   to   her   place   since   knowing   her   &   while   she's   happy   to   have   her   ,   a   part   of   her   worried   what   her   first   impression of her home   might   be.   gillian   isn't   the   neatest   person   ,   often   leaving   her   dishes   in   the   sink   far   longer   than   one   should.   will   little   things   like   that   bother   carol   at   all   ?   why   does   she   suddenly   care   about   that   so   much.

she   may   not   be   able   to   hear   anything   but   the   music   ,   but   she   does   get   a   whiff   of   something   almost   immediately   ━━   something   smokey   &   burnt   reaching   her   nostrils.   gillian   turns   to   look   at   carol   &   that's   when   the   alarm   quickly   goes   off   ,   smoke   rising   from   the   pan   where   the   cheese   sandwich   was   ,   or   rather   ,   whatever   was   left   of   it   from   where   gillian   was   standing.   ❝   so   .   .   .   i've   set   it   on   fire.   ❞   even   with   the   beeping   of   the   fire   alarm   ,   all   the   red   head   can   do   is   smile   &   shake   her   head.   most   people   would   freak   out   or   get   frustrated   over   a   situation   like   this   ,   but   because   it's   carol ﹙ & probably the alcohol is a factor ﹚   ,   she   finds   amusing.   cute   ,   even.   after   all   ,   she   did   warn   her   she   had   no   cooking   skills.   shame   on   her   for   putting   her   in   charge   of   the   freakin' pan.   gillian   rushes   over   to   turn   the   stove   off   ,   then   grabbing   a   piece   of   mail   from   the   counter   &   using   it   to   fan   the   alarm.   it   takes �� some   time   ,   but   eventually   the   beeping   finally   subsides   ,   leaving   them   both   with   light   headaches   ,   a   bit   of   anxiety   &   a   blackened   sandwich   that   smelled   horrible.   ❝   you're   not   supposed   to   cook   a   sandwich   on   high   ,   silly   ,   ❞   gillian   teases   ,   reaching   out   to   tuck   a   lock   of   blonde   hair   from   carol's   face.   she   doesn't   know   why   she   does   it   .   .   .   she   finds   that   she   just   wanted   to.   ❝   that's   why   it   burned   !   sheesh   .   .   .   you   trying   to   burn   my   apartment   down   already   ?   ❞   she   laughs   ,   shaking   her   head.   ❝   well   ,   sandwiches   are   a   bust.   guess   we're   gonna   starve   .   .   .   though   honestly   ,   the   smell   of   burnt   bread   is   enough   to   make   me   lose   my   appetite.   ❞

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