Jean Kirschtein

Sometimes, when you think you've lost yourself... You find out just who you really are. [Jean Kirschtein RP blog from Attack on Titan.] INACTIVE.

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Alright guys. I sent an ask acknowledging it to ASOF, but I’m officially dropping my muses. Akaba Reiji, Archer (Shirou) [which was only reserved but still], and Jean here are all going to be inactive.

I may eventually rework them into indie blogs when I regain motivation to write, so you don’t have to unfollow them, but I understand if you decide to. I’ll be removing affiliations and bios, and they’ll be a mostly blank canvas in case I do decide to revive them later, but yeah.

I’ll list some reasons for this decision below the break, in case you’d like to know.

So, the whole reason I joined DD in the first place, before everyone moved over to ASOF, was because I needed an escape. My relationship had just ended after 17 months, which was a majorly stressful point to me, which added onto a lot of other stresses. Working at McDonald’s, having expensive bills that left me with almost no spending money (as well as the possibility that my bills would be going up due to another family member possibly losing their income), having a lot of health issues (hypertension, torn meniscus, and possible lupus, just to name a few physically; let’s not even get started on my myriad of mental disorders)... The list goes on. I’m an emotional wreck, suffice to say.

Kay informed me about the group and suggested I join. Seeing as how they’re an amazing friend, and I admittedly have had a crush on them for a couple years now, I figured “what the hell” and joined. I don’t at all regret doing so. I’ve met some wonderful people here and I cherish every memory I’ve had of you guys. Jean, Aura, Nic, Kay, Sonic, Aqua, and Tayo especially, all of you have been such wonderful friends to me, and I really really appreciate everything you guys have done. But I know a few of you went your own directions as well, and it’s my turn to do the same.

I’ve been discovering myself, thanks to guidance from several friends, and I did begin shifting to a new name and identity. I started off here as Gray, and if any of you have noticed, my Skype name (and OOC info on my profiles) is now Keidryn, or Kei for short. I’m sure that could cause mix-ups said aloud if I were ever in group chats with Kay (but since I was ejected from the group in the first place, that won’t be happening anyways). But I’m still working on discovering more about myself and trying to figure out where I want to be, and how I want to get there. That’s going to involve a lot of time. I was supposed to start physical therapy a long time ago, and never did. I have at least two surgeries to schedule, but I’ve been procrastinating. I also was supposed to schedule psychiatric evaluations many months ago; I still haven’t.

So it’s time I get off my ass and do something. I can’t neglect my own health any longer, so I’m going to be talking to doctors about a lot of things, and getting things set right. Eventually... I’m hoping that may mean there will be a serious change. I’m frightened by it, very much so, because it’ll have some irreversible side effects, and I’m very nervous about that, but... I think it’ll be better for me to be happy and give up a few dreams, than to resign myself to accepting things as they are when I’m not really happy.

I’ll be moving to a new Skype, if anyone would like to stay in touch. I don’t want to stick to using a Skype linked to my RP accounts when I’m not actively roleplaying, but I don’t want to go back to my personal because it’s my birth name. So if you’d like to reach me, please add “keiidryn” to your contacts.

Thank you guys so much for understanding, and I hope you all have a wonderful night, and follow wherever your dreams may lead you~.

Catch ya’ on the flip side.

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Sunlight | Jean & Athena

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Her head tilted to the side and her hair falling neatly into place as she waited his reply, hoping he wasn’t a grumpy person…or worse. If he was, well, she could fight, or at least attempt to. She was a girl not afraid to fight and defend herself. Oh, she was getting a little ahead of herself, a definite fault of hers. A fault that often got her into trouble, yet also saved her many times. Such a fault that was a double edged sword.  Fortunately, he was a calm and kind person, or at least from what she could tell by the way his voice sounded. A bright smile spread across his face, “no no, no worries I just–” she stopped, surprised he actually moved for her. She gasped and the gadget around her neck turned yellow to indicate her surprise. “–Oh, I really….thank you.” [’You are too great and awesome!’] She smiled brightly and took her seat and pulled up her tablet upon the table and set her mug on the surface. She exhaled and stretched her arms high above her head. Today was such a lovely day. True, it was like any other day, but she often liked to appreciate the little things. Her mother, Metis Cykes, taught her that and even to this day she never forgot those words or anything else she taught her. Her azure eyes looked out the window.  She stared for awhile until she felt his eyes on her. “Huh? Are you….alright?” She waved her gloved hand in front of his face, “you look like you’ve seen a–” she stopped herself realizing where his eyes were. “Oh! You must be curious about Widget! Heh~ He’s my partner~ You see, he helps me to see and analyze the emotions hidden in people’s voices!” She nodded and continued, “you see, I have sensitive hearing, and I am able to hear the discord in people’s voices and therefore deep in their hearts. So….hm, how do I put this.” She tapped her earring in thought, trying to figure an easy way instead of just babbling on at this poor strange.

 Once she figured a way she snapped her fingers, “–it’s like this, the emotions you hide, I can hear them by the way  you speak and enunciate. So in a way, er not in a way, I am  an Analytical Psychologist! And Widget here helps me to analyze and well, he also voices how  I  feel at times…so that’s why you heard him just a bit ago, and will continue to do so.”  With a heavy sigh she grinned at him, beaming. Then it all sunk in and she slapped her hands to her face, “oh my gosh! I just babbled off to a complete stranger! Oh…I am so sorry! I probably said too much and probably–I, ah…I did it again. Sorry about that….” Within that whole rambling mess, the gadget turned from a yellow to a blue in no time flat. [’Darn, I did it again….’] She let out another heavy sigh and smiled awkwardly and then smooshed her face with her hands and grinned, “let’s start over! I’m Athena Cykes! Attorney at Law~ Annnnd Analytical Psychologist~ but right now an Intern to a counseling service to get more experience before I get back to Law! How about you~? Ooooh~” her eyes fell to his papers and books, “–I should have figured. You’re a writer, hm? Studying to be one?”

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“... Alright, so you’re one of those people. Got it.”

    It sounded a little more rude than he had intended it to. He just... something about doctors didn’t sit right with him, much less ones involved in mental practices. He thought they were the mental ones, personally. But this girl seemed nice, even if she had a strange talking robot hanging from her neck. Maybe it was useful to her somehow and he just hadn’t seen that yet. No reason to judge.

    He shrugged, and sat at the seat opposite hers, hoping that she wouldn’t mind him accompanying her at the table, but not bothering to ask first regardless. He leaned back slightly, balancing the chair on two legs, and laced his fingers together behind his neck.

“Sort of. I’m already a writer, I’m just... trying to find something to write about, currently. Gotta have something interesting or my article’s gonna be worthless. It’s like the news, if it’s not eye-catching, nobody’s gonna remember it. That’s how it goes for me too.”

    He sighed, feeling like he understood what she meant about babbling off suddenly. That thought brought a very slight grin to his face, though, as he realized the girl wasn’t quite as strange as she seemed. She just had a unique way of carrying herself, not unlike everyone else.

“Ah, sorry. I guess I forgot to tell you my name. It’s Jean. Jean Kirschtein, if my full name means anything. Probably not, but, whatever, might as well.”

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Just wanted to apologize for my lack of activity for a while. I owe four replies, that I can remember anyways, just on this character. Reiji and Sun, I’d have to double-check.

The past week has been busy with it leading up to my sister’s ceremony for her induction into the NSCS just last night. Between that, a hectic week at work, personal anxiety, and everything else that’s been going on, I’ve just neglected to be as active as I’d like to be. I was on semi-hiatus in the previous group, and while I don’t think it carried over to ASOF, I do want to state that I am only semi-active, at least until I get into the swing of things.

I promise, I will get to posting my replies. Maybe tomorrow after work, if I’m not physically drained by that point. Maybe before work, if I’m motivated enough. Hopefully. But soon, I promise. Soon.

[bishoujohime]

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drag me down // neo + jean

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“Hardly. I had a gut feeling I should’ve protected you, but instead, I’m the reason you ended up dying. That’s hardly fulfilling my role at all. A bodyguard shouldn’t cause someone innocent to die.”

    It may have been stretching the word to call Neo innocent. He could tell something was unusual about her – considering in the game, she said something along the lines of how ‘it’d be more fun if he were naughty’. That statement alone was rather peculiar to him, but he didn’t really think too much on it. He assumed it was just some off-handed flirty remark, and moved on with the conversation.

    But now was where he was beginning to second-guess that decision. He didn’t necessarily dislike the girl, nor did he feel uncomfortable with the current situation, but she was definitely advancing rather quickly, which was absolutely something he was not used to. His skin turned slightly cold, muscles tensing from just how close she was to him, almost as though he were nervous. Well, in truth, he was. Very much so. But he was trying to stay calm and not show any indication of it.

“I… I didn’t plan on it. I don’t like making anyone else regret something, whether I agree with them or not. Besides… whether I fulfilled my role properly or not, I must admit, I did have fun. I don’t think I’d have had as much fun had things turned out differently. After all, I got to know you.”

    It wasn’t necessarily meant as a flirtatious comment, but he wouldn’t object if she took it that way. He was being sincere. It wasn’t just her unusual hair color that piqued his interest, nor was it her manner of speaking. It was all of it. She was different. Sure, everyone was different to him, but something about her stood out to him, something that made him curious. He felt like an animal that couldn’t help but follow someone just because it gave it a treat. And while that scared him because he knew there was a potential to get hurt, a chance he could be used… he still went along with it.

“Um… Are you having fun, there..?”

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Oh my my my…

Jean was giving her a lot of material to work with. He had called her innocent. He had flirted with her. He asked if she was having fun. He had no idea. Neo was about to completely turn the tables on him. 

Pushing herself up by the arms of the chair, she twisted her body until her knees were pressed either side of his thighs, chest grazing against his, and forearms resting on his shoulders to her hands could tangle in his hair. All she wanted was to leave him completely incapable of speech, to bring the redness to his cheeks. 

“Innocent?” She murmured, cocking her head a bit. Neo let one of her hands drop from his hair, her fingers now tracing circles around on his chest. “Jean…my love,” She leaned in a bit closer. “I will let you know I’m the furthest thing from innocent.” 

Neo bit onto her lip, the hand still in his hair tightening a bit. Sure, she liked him well enough. She had a particular fondness for how the words that he said made her heart pound in her chest, and he wasn’t bad to look at. But that was it. If anyone, Jean would be a little bit more than a one night stand. She was certain of that much. 

“We could have a lot more fun if you wanted.” 

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    A slightly audible gulping sound could be heard emanating from the depths of his throat.

    With a slight shiver, he attempted to shift in his seat, which unfortunately not only didn’t work, but also made things more apparent for him that... well, she pretty much had him pinned in his chair. He was helpless to her every whim, and while a part of him was definitely frightened and embarrassed by that fact, there was a side of him, deep down, that was excited by it. Of course, he wasn’t going to let her know that.

“I--... Okay, so that wasn’t my best choice of words. Harmless maybe? No, I’m sure you’d correct me on that too.”

    He was trying to figure out what to say, but every word that came to mind, he realized was just another synonym for the same thing she’d corrected him on. He knew what it was he meant, but he couldn’t put it into words.

“... In the context of the game, you were a good per--”

    His words were cut off, hearing the last sentence she had uttered. Not only was his face slowly brightening to a strong reddish hue, but his eyes had widened ever so slightly, his mouth hanging slightly agape from having been attempting to speak, and stopping in the middle of a word. Did she just say what he thought she did?

“A-ah... you don’t... you don’t mean what I think... did you..?”

    Stammering, blushing, shaking. Jean, by this point, was a complete wreck, and there was no sense in hiding it. If this was a contest to see who could turn the other into a total and utter mess, then Neo had won it with a gold medal.

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a masterlist of prompts and sentence starters

[ SEND A SYMBOL FOR A DRABBLE ABOUT OUR MUSES ]

☂: our muses get caught in the rain outside without an umbrella

★: our muses stargaze together

✈: your muse is going away for a time and says goodbye to my muse or vice versa

❤: one of our muses says the first "i love you" to the other

✿: your muse asks my muse to dance with them or vice versa

☤: my muse visits your muse at the hospital

☢: your muse tells my muse that they need to break up

☯: our muses have their first kiss

❅: our muses have a snowball fight

☠: my muse visits your muse's grave

▲: how our muses first met

➳: how one of our muses asked the other on a first date

✌: our muses' wedding

⌚: my muse proposes to your muse or vice versa

[ SEND ONE OF THE FOLLOWING SENTENCES FOR MY MUSE'S RESPONSE ]

"Please don't leave me."

"I don't want to lose you, okay?"

"Because I love you!"

"And I thought I could trust you."

"I can't believe you forgot."

"What did you do this time?"

"We're going to get caught!"

"Kiss me."

"I'm sorry, I screwed up."

"I might be drunk."

"You look beautiful."

"That smirk is annoyingly hard to ignore."

"Stop staring at me!"

"Please go away, you can't see me like this."

"Come on, dance with me."

"I need you. I need us."

"You can't just lead me on like that!"

"I can't do this anymore."

"Oh, I'm nothing special."

"Just don't forget me, okay?"

"You have to let me go."

"We'll get through this together."

"You're not alone, you know."

"Shut up! I hate you!"

"I wish this could last forever."

"Maybe I was right in thinking that I should never have even fallen in love with you."

"What would the world be like without you?"

"Why do you like me so much?"

"Are you okay?"

"Shit, what did I do?"

[ SEND A TEXT FOR MY MUSE'S RESPONSE ]

[text]: Fuck you.

[text]: Where are you?

[text]: I'm sick.

[text]: I love you.

[text]: I wish I could be with you right now.

[text]: I'm at your door.

[text]: Is that all you care about?

[text]: Please stop talking about her/him.

[text]: Just come over, watch a movie, and cuddle with me.

[text]: Don't even start.

[text]: Is that all I am to you?

[text]: Help me.

[text]: Wait, what happened?

[text]: I can't go to sleep because you're on my mind.

[text]: I miss you.

[text]: Good night.

[text]: Stop leaving me voicemails, I'm not going to forgive you.

[text]: Tell me you didn't forget.

[text]: I've had such a bad day.

[text]: Don't talk to me ever again.

[text]: I have nothing if I don't have you.

[text]: After all we've been through, you can't leave me... please.

[text]: Breaking up over a text? You've stooped that low?

[text]: Can you stop ignoring me for a second?

[text]: Sometimes I worry that you won't know how much I love you.

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Sunlight | Jean & Athena

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sensiitiva:

It was just another morning as she entered the coffee shop in Newstark and stretched and took a sharp inhale of the heavy aroma of coffee. With an exhales, a pleasant one at that, she marched up to the counter and order her usual Vanilla Latte, waited and took the mug to her favorite spot right in the corner where the light hits it right about this time. However, her eyes fell not on an empty seat basking in the sun, but a person with messy, dusty brown hair. A frown tugged on her lips as she glared at him from a distance. However, she realized it’d be foolish to be angry over just a seat. Maybe they could reach a compromise. With careful steps, she made her way over and stood in line of sunlight so her shadow fell over on him and stuff he was working on. “Hey there~ Uhm look, you’re….in my seat.” She pointed with her gloved hand and gave a hesitant laugh, “–around this time, I sit here cause I love how the sun falls here and keeps me warm. So uh,” she scratched her cheek, “you wouldn’t mind if I sat here, would you?”

[’ More the merrier!’] Widget, around her neck, glowed a bright green hued, chirping out her emotions as per usual. A flush sprinkled her cheek as she averted her gaze away, “–sorry, Widget gets a little outta hand at times.” She frowned and flicked  at the gadget around her neck and let out a huff, “the enrve sometimes!” This time, it was glowing a bright red but quickly changed to green once more. A smile returned to her face again as she stood there.

    Jean had decided to leave his apartment for once, feeling that being jailed up in that drab and dreary environment for too long would likely ruin his spirits and his motivation for writing. What better way to cure that ailment than to go out for coffee, a well known pick-me-up that also meant he’d be in a decent location to observe local townsfolk, and perhaps get a decent scoop for his next article.

    Unfortunately, it had been a rather calm day, with no majorly eventful happenings going on so far, so all he really accomplished was soaking in some indirect sunlight, and some caffeine through the dark bitter liquid steaming in the cup in front of him. At least, that’s all that had happened up to that point. Suddenly, his day became rather interesting, when an orange-haired girl suddenly walked up, seemingly discontented about something.

“Oh. Huh. Didn’t know about that. Sorry. I don’t often come here, so I’m... really not familiar with regulars, and all that.”

    He shrugged slightly, and shifted his coffee cup over to the other side of the table. He slowly stood up from his seat, and gestured half-heartedly for the girl to take the seat in his place. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to give her the spot, it was mainly just that it seemed like so much effort for what, to him, was basically just a seat no different than any other. He didn’t quite get what was so important about it, but, he wasn’t going to argue either.

    Before he could fully stand though, he noticed the strange little pendant she happened to be wearing. Not only did it have a face, but it seemed to be animated, and changed rather quickly to simply be a lenticular image, or something. While he was pondering over what it was supposed to be, he heard it speaking, which puzzled him just enough for his expression to change, but not enough to utter a word in response. He simply stood up completely from the seat, and stared blankly at the gadget, not knowing what to do.

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kouxist:

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Well, okay, so maybe she was just seeing things. That or paranoia got the best of out her, but wherever this bout came from she does not know. Regardless, she feels so silly right now, having lured the stranger in to a false sense of alarm because she thought someone had been stalking her. Fortunately that’s not the case and, instead, she’s gone crazy.

Wait, no, that’s not it. How dare he have her think that!

Biting back a mean retort, Kou sends the man an incredulous look with arms thrown across her chest and ruby irises blazing with irritation. She was very much aware that he was joking by the grin he flashed her way,  but that certainly didn’t mask his offhand comment.

    “And I don’t see why they should,” she sighs after a while. Kou didn’t…look like she had money, did she? … Nah. 

“I guess you didn’t get what I meant. That’s alright, no point in explaining it now.”

    He shrugged once again and relaxed a bit, unlocking his hands and gently sliding them to his sides, stuffing only the tips of his fingers into his pockets. His eyes made a subtle movement, glancing behind her to see if anyone might have actually been following her, but saw nobody that stood out. Simply other pedestrians doing their own thing, minding their own business.

“But you only answered one of my questions anyways. We’re still just kind of wandering about at this point, until we decide on a place to stop and eat. And hey, maybe once we do stop, we’ll see if anyone really was following you. Surely we’d see someone acting suspicious after a while, yeah?”

    At this point he was teasing her, rather than offering actual suggestions. Sure, it was technically true, but he had already decided nobody was actually following her to begin with. He simply decided the girl was bored and wanted some company, nothing wrong with that. As to why she picked him, he didn’t know nor did he really care. He enjoyed the company himself, and figured it was making for a fun way to waste time. Plus, he was able to be a cocky, flirtatious jerk, and actually get away with it so far. That made it even more fun.

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drag me down // neo + jean

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cxtchtwentytwo:

“You got to use your role,” Neo protested, fingers dragging over the taught skin of his neck. She was too busy admiring the way it pulled over the muscle, the way she could see his blood flowing through his veins. She enjoyed feeling his warmth, and being close to him like this. Being close to anyone was an amazing feeling for her. She craved this kind of affection from everyone. All Neo wanted was to have someone worship her. As they should have been for so long. 

“Just because you didn’t die in place of someone, or kill their assailant doesn’t mean anything.” Neo didn’t know how to continue talking about this without sounding too soft. Maybe she was melting, maybe that’s what he was doing to her. The ice queen was thawing because of this gumpy little man who happened to say the right things at the wrong time.

All because of a game. 

This was supposed to be a game. Jean was only a part of that game. Just a fleeting moment. Someone that she could play with for now. That’s all he was supposed to be. 

“You did your best to keep me safe. You got something right.” Neo murmured, her lips going to press against the hollow of his throat. “I don’t regret my choice right now. Don’t make me change my mind.” 

She spoke her words against his skin, grinning slightly. 

“Hardly. I had a gut feeling I should’ve protected you, but instead, I’m the reason you ended up dying. That’s hardly fulfilling my role at all. A bodyguard shouldn’t cause someone innocent to die.”

    It may have been stretching the word to call Neo innocent. He could tell something was unusual about her -- considering in the game, she said something along the lines of how ‘it’d be more fun if he were naughty’. That statement alone was rather peculiar to him, but he didn’t really think too much on it. He assumed it was just some off-handed flirty remark, and moved on with the conversation.

    But now was where he was beginning to second-guess that decision. He didn’t necessarily dislike the girl, nor did he feel uncomfortable with the current situation, but she was definitely advancing rather quickly, which was absolutely something he was not used to. His skin turned slightly cold, muscles tensing from just how close she was to him, almost as though he were nervous. Well, in truth, he was. Very much so. But he was trying to stay calm and not show any indication of it.

“I... I didn’t plan on it. I don’t like making anyone else regret something, whether I agree with them or not. Besides... whether I fulfilled my role properly or not, I must admit, I did have fun. I don’t think I’d have had as much fun had things turned out differently. After all, I got to know you.”

    It wasn’t necessarily meant as a flirtatious comment, but he wouldn’t object if she took it that way. He was being sincere. It wasn’t just her unusual hair color that piqued his interest, nor was it her manner of speaking. It was all of it. She was different. Sure, everyone was different to him, but something about her stood out to him, something that made him curious. He felt like an animal that couldn’t help but follow someone just because it gave it a treat. And while that scared him because he knew there was a potential to get hurt, a chance he could be used... he still went along with it.

“Um... Are you having fun, there..?”

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How did you even get the nickname of a horse? I don't get it.

“To be honest, I’m actually not sure.”

[invademyinbox]

Anonymously ask my character a question you'd never ask them to their face.

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➙

➙ Pinch them 

The male quickly span around, golden orbs glaring at the redhead for what was an unwelcome type of physical contact.

“What the hell was that for, you... shark face?!”

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drag me down // neo + jean

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cxtchtwentytwo:

Neo wished her reasons for picking Jean to lover were more profound than “he’s the cutest one here” or “if I had to commit, I wouldn’t mind it being to him” or “he’s one of the few people that I haven’t tried to sleep with here”. Though, that was wishful thinking. It was too hard for her to play the game strategically, and it was a lot more fun for her to be in the dead chat, snuggled up close and personal with her lover for the evening, watching the events unfold. 

He was warm, and he was nice, and he told her that she would always have him. 

The exact opposite of everything Neo was, and everything she stood for. 

When the game ended, and people began to filter out, Neo didn’t dare move. There was something that settled in her that made her want to stay where she was perched. And anyway, she was small enough that if he really wanted her to move, he could move her himself. Though, she snuggled closer, her cheek going to rest on his shoulder, and her hand pressing firmly against his chest. 

“The bodyguard was a good role for you,” She murmured. “At least one of us got something right for us.” 

“T`ch. I wouldn’t say that. I didn’t even get to use my role.”

    Jean sighed. The game had turned out well, and he wasn’t necessarily upset with having to spend most of his time in the dead chat. After all, he met a rather... interesting lady, in the process. Something about her was rather peculiar, and that uncertainty evolved into a curiousity. So much so that he found himself letting her do as she wanted without really making any objections or noticeable cues to indicate disapproval.

    At first he was nervous of the girl, thinking she might try to betray him. He realized very quickly that her role in the game meant it would be pointless to do so, but he still felt slightly nervous of her. However, as the game had gone along, that nervousness had faded, and his curiousity became less of a thought of ‘what is this girl thinking and why’ and more of a genuine interest.

“But, I have to ask. Why do you say only one of us got something right? Are you regretting your choice?”

    It wasn’t that he was upset by the idea of her possibly wanting to have chosen someone else, but... well, okay, it was. It felt like a slap in the face. He couldn’t even fulfill his own role’s job, so he felt rather incompetent as it was. So the thought that he wasn’t even good enough to be the girl’s target for her own role’s requirements made him feel even more so. That guy feeling had been settling in for some time now, but that statement only made it grow stronger.

    Still, he didn’t bother to move. He didn’t want to bother the girl, as she seemed quite comfortable -- and frankly, he was comfortable himself. He continued to brush his hand through the girl’s hair, admittedly quite fascinated by the color, just as much as he was by the girl herself.

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Touch Meme

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lannasroleplaymemes:

Send a symbol to have your Muse touch my Muse in a certain way and see how they react!

➟ Pull on their hair/clothing ➡ Smack dat ass ➢Grope them ➣ Slap their hand away ➤ Punch/Slap/Assault them ➥ Rub their back ➧ Massage their shoulders ➨ Put their hand between mine’s legs ➚Tickle them ➙ Pinch them ➛Poke them ➜ Play with mine’s hair ➝ Feel mine’s heartbeat

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Send me an "Excuse Me" and I'll tell you my muse's reaction to being Interrupted while...

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memeit:

Note:Uses a Number Generator

1. In the Shower 2. Taking a Test 3.Confessing 4. Changing 5. Falling Asleep 6. Confessing their Vows at a Wedding 7. Dancing at Home 8. Singing 9. Giving a Lecture 10. Playing a Video Game 11. In a bubble bath 12. Re-enacting a scene from a movie 13. Crying 14. Ranting 15. Having a Bad Day 16. In an Embarrassing/Provocative Costume

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crimsonflxme:

“Well whatever it is, you sure can’t do that again. Do you need a hangover remedy?”

“I wouldn’t be so sure. I could do it again, it’s just whether or not I should. But... yeah, I guess that could help. Just in case I get any bright ideas again, at least.”

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kouxist:

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Although the silence is short lived, in those few seconds where he hadn’t began asking her questions, Kou momentarily wondered if this was the right course of action. Just to be sure, she cocked her head to the left, ruby red eyes scanning behind them for a figure taking shelter. But she sees nothing, not one soul following after them. It’s a bit of a relief, but at the same time it’s troublesome.

Because what if it was all just her imagination? She couldn’t even begin to think of how embarrassed she’d be. 

When the man beside her speaks, she is forced to look over, her destructive misgivings slowly being pushed to the back of her mind if only for a moment. Aside from deciding on what to eat which, quite frankly, she’s not at all picky, she also needs to explain herself.

It was bound to come sooner or later. 

    “Well,” she looks down, fingers fidgeting with the buttons on her jacket. She is hesitant to respond but she must. 

    “I think I’m being followed.” Think. Key word.

    His fingers interlaced with one another, both hands locking into a makeshift support that he nestled behind his neck. His eyes slowly drifted upwards, golden orbs gazing aimlessly into the clouds. While he seemed completely lost in thought, he proved that wasn’t the case, responding to her odd claim.

“Followed, huh? Strange, didn’t think I saw anyone behind you earlier. Then again, I didn’t actually look, so...”

    He shrugged, seeming rather indifferent to the idea. He took a few extra long steps, ensuring he was a short distance ahead of her, then turned around and began walking backwards so he could face the strange redhead that was following shortly behind him at that point.

“Yeah, I’m not seeing anyone. You sure you’re not some crazy psycho girl with weird conspiracy theories or somethin’?”

    He grinned, knowing the comment might come off rather abrasively, but he did mean it as a joke. As to whether she’d recognize that fact was beyond him.

“Although, I can see why someone would follow you, if anyone were.”