GET BENT.

niff.

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@hcppyhotel // starter.

☾ ; .                              ❛ - BLITZ, - ❜ is accompanied by that of LOONA tilting the mug away from her snout, the faint remnants of the coffee offered to her clung to dog-like white whiskers. ❛ - you forgot the stir the creamer in. - ❜ it’s a knee-jerk excuse to get on his case — to be bitter over something so horribly sweet done by her father figure, another reason to bust his case over literally anything.

             her body tenses up to shudder away the ripples of chills from the cool air rushing beneath bundled blankets, their arrangement after his fiasco with keeping the fridge open overnight somehow still biting their receptionist in the ass. fucking hell ; if he wanted hell to freeze over THIS BAD he should’ve written to that pudgy fat fucker ‘SAINT NICK’ that sinners used to talk about. another shiver transcends her already frustrated form as claws dig into the heated pottery held in her palms, eyes narrowing off to follow the imp nonchalantly trying to coddle his daughter who’s still SUFFERING FOR HIS IDIOCY.

                               ❛ - . . . && i wasn’t smiling, you just so happened to remember the chocolate part this time. - ❜

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@heedingcalls // from discord.

☾ ; .             painted claws tap mindlessly at her phone, scrolling through media as though the pure filth of posted nudes && sloppy selfies could dull the insatiable need to scratch that itch. bored out of her mind && literally unphased by the slew of provocative photos, LOONA sat the heated back of her cell down in order to cast her attention off elsewhere, hopefully somewhere away from the crazed garbage the world called its teeming life, denizens abustle around her near seven && a half feet in height.

             then she snags it, like the putrid zest of a rotten shit pile left in the garden. eyes turn towards the alleyway as her nose hounds it down, paws treading her scantily clad bodice in like the lure she knew too true to be following. garnished like a cherry atop a martini, jaws part to snap their bite at the loose canon trying his best to pull her aside. ❛ - you can come out y’know. s’not like i’m being followed by anyone OTHER than you, blowjob. - ❜ her smirk grows from the nickname ; ever since he introduced his initials it’s all she’s been calling him.

                               ❛ - what is it this time, hungry for another grope sesh — or are you gonna BEG for sumthin’ more ? - ❜