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@shsl-relationship-advisor
gently brings life into my old blogs!!!Â
itâs been a while since i was on here and im ,,kinda rusty in terms of roleplaying w/ this muse but
like for a lil starter?Â
gently brings life into my old blogs!!!Â
itâs been a while since i was on here and im ,,kinda rusty in terms of roleplaying w/ this muse but
like for a lil starter?Â
â Whâ Yer room?! Ya havenât b'come some kind'a pervert, have ya?! âCauseâ Iâm not really t'a keen on thâ idea of gettinâ a massage in yer room!! Seems kinda shady, in âm opinion!! â
While her words said otherwise, she didnât really think that he was up to anything. Sure, the previous scare had put her in a bit of a sour mood, but.. It wasnât really enough to make her distrust him completely. Probably.
âWell, I kind of expected that type of answer,â he shrugged. âBut we need a private place. I donât want to be seen massaging you by other people.â He gave a second thought. âAh. How about your room?â At least that is a better place for her than a boyâs room.
â ...Hm! Alright, then. Leâs go, straight away so thaâ we can get ât over with. â
She lightly grabbed his arm, tugging a bit to make him follow her. Her own room did sound much better... But she was still kind of worried about it, mainly because her room was horribly messy! Really, nobody wanted to show off a messy room to someone else.
â ⌠â
She decided to let his first comment go by unnoticed- After all, she wasnât one to pass up the chance to get a few compliments. Even if the one complimenting her almost scared her to death. She could probably let him get away with that too. Maybe. If he was lucky.
â âŚWherever. I donâ really care. â
âLetâs go to my room then,â he grinned. He wanted to test the other whether she has a common sense or not. Usually a girl wouldnât go to a boyâs room without a good reason. Itâs not that he has taken a liking on her, itâs just that he likes to play around and make fun of others.
" Wh-- Yer room?! Ya haven't b'come some kind'a pervert, have ya?! 'Cause-- I'm not really t'a keen on th' idea of gettin' a massage in yer room!! Seems kinda shady, in 'm opinion!! "
While her words said otherwise, she didn't really think that he was up to anything. Sure, the previous scare had put her in a bit of a sour mood, but.. It wasn't really enough to make her distrust him completely. Probably.
â Not thaâ baaad..? Oiii, I donâ think ya deserve tâa be thâ judgeâa thaâ⌠â
Frowning lightly, she hummed idly while seemingly thinking about his offer. Whether or not she was actually thinking about it could be debated, however.
â âŚFine. But I swear tâa god, if ya do thaâ againâ â She paused for a quick moment, flashing a smile before speaking up once again. â Iâll punch yer teeth out! So⌠Please, dear, be nice tâa me. â
He whistled. âWhat a beautiful smile you have.â Better not to make her mad or I wonât have a beautiful smile anymore, he laughed to himself.Â
âFirst of all, letâs find a place to sit. Where do you prefer, milady?â
â ... â
She decided to let his first comment go by unnoticed- After all, she wasnât one to pass up the chance to get a few compliments. Even if the one complimenting her almost scared her to death. She could probably let him get away with that too. Maybe. If he was lucky.
â ...Wherever. I donâ really care. â
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âOh come on, Iâm not that bad.â He definitely wanted to scare the lassie again, given the reaction was really entertaining for him. âI wonât scare you, you can believe me,â  he smirked.
â Not thaâ baaad..? Oiii, I donâ think ya deserve tâa be thâ judgeâa thaâ... â
Frowning lightly, she hummed idly while seemingly thinking about his offer. Whether or not she was actually thinking about it could be debated, however.
â ...Fine. But I swear tâa god, if ya do thaâ again-- â She paused for a quick moment, flashing a smile before speaking up once again. â Iâll punch yer teeth out! So... Please, dear, be nice tâa me. â
Letting out a quick, irritated sigh, Cassiopeia simply attempted to resist hitting him in the face. Maybe it was wrong of her to think that sheâd be able to talk to herself so casually out loud, but⌠She still couldnât help but feel as if it was his fault.
â I wanted⌠A massage. Not a fuckinâ heart attack⌠â
âSo I did it wrong then? My bad,â he smirked, adjusting his beanie. âWell, both bring almost the same result, so whatever.â He then looked at her. âThen, do you want a proper massage? I can do it if you want.â
â ...Iâunno. â
She raised an eyebrow, giving the male a doubtful look. Really, as wonderful as it sounded with a massage right about now, she still wasnât completely convinced that he wouldnât try anything funny.Â
â Yâknow, I donâ think I can trust ya anymore--! I donâ want ya tâa scare âm like thaâ again. â
â AiiieEEEE!!! â
She basically jumps through the roof at the otherâs sudden appearance, both horrified and utterly shocked. It doesnât take long until she calms down, though, and tries to pull herself together enough to be able to form a complete sentence.
â Wh- What thâ hell was thaâ for?! Y-Ya jerk⌠â
He pretended to be innocent, hiding the intention that he really wanted to scare her from the very beginning. And it worked. ââŚ. Her reaction was pricelessâŚâ he thought to himself, almost bursting into laugh.
âWhat are you talking about? You were the one who wanted the massage, am I wrong?â
Letting out a quick, irritated sigh, Cassiopeia simply attempted to resist hitting him in the face. Maybe it was wrong of her to think that sheâd be able to talk to herself so casually out loud, but... She still couldnât help but feel as if it was his fault.
â I wanted... A massage. Not a fuckinâ heart attack... â
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Suddenly, he came from behind, trying to scare her. He slowly put his hand on her shoulder, and pinched it.
âHere, a massage.â
â AiiieEEEE!!! â
She basically jumps through the roof at the otherâs sudden appearance, both horrified and utterly shocked. It doesnât take long until she calms down, though, and tries to pull herself together enough to be able to form a complete sentence.
â Wh- What thâ hell was thaâ for?! Y-Ya jerk... â
â U-Uaahh.. I havenât been able tâa concentrate âa work âa all thâ last few weeks... â
â ...I think I need a massage, or somethinâ. â
"Come out from under those blankets. It's just thunder." //YES HELLO
âT-Thatâs easy for you to say CassiopeiaâŚT-This is horrible for m-meâŚ.UrghhhâŚâ
The frightened meteorlogist was currently nested under three blankets, all the while shaking out of fear. This was the most terrifying storm of the year so far and though he had known about it for a week and had time to prepare for it, it was still so terrifying. Of course, he hadnât told his friend about his fear yet so she probably assumed he was overeacting to it. What a dilemma for him.
shsl-relationship-advisor:
ââŚPlease⌠At least look âa me, will ya? Weâre⌠Still inside. ât storm canât hurt ya. Anâ if ât does, Iâll give ât a real great beatinâ, aâight? Ya donâ have anythinâ tâa worry âbout!"
With a calm sigh, Cassiopeia quietly sat down beside the other, glancing nervously at the pile of blankets that was her friend- She absolutely knew that her little speech probably wasnât very helpful, but itâs the thought that counts- Right? Yeah.
ââŚMeri? Yer listeninâ, right? Please donâ be scared. I wonât let anythinâ happen tâa ya, âkay? I promise!â
âI-I hear you loud and clear Cassiopeia but Iâm still scaredâŚPlease donât go beating up the storm t-though as I donât want you to get hurt by itâŚâ
Her words appeared to have had some affect on the boy as the pile of blankets had stopped shaking as violently. Of course he was still spooked but having Cassiopeia tell him that made him feel better. Maybe he would be okay to tell her about it right?âŚ
âCassiopeia, can I tell you something about me? It would help e-explain my current actions a bit if I told youâŚâ
"Uuh... Sure, whateva'. I won't beat 't up. I guess. Tho' I can't promise nothin'."
Someone stop this girl. Please.
The advisor was honestly really relieved that he had stopped shaking- And it almost served as some kind of vague confirmation that she had done okay. Thank god. Before he spoke again, she gently gave the pile of blankets a happy pat where she assumed his head was. Hopefully. "Yeah! A'course. Ya can tell me anythin', sweetheart! 'm a really good listener, honestly- So go ahead. Whenever yer ready!"
"Come out from under those blankets. It's just thunder." //YES HELLO
âT-Thatâs easy for you to say CassiopeiaâŚT-This is horrible for m-meâŚ.UrghhhâŚâ
The frightened meteorlogist was currently nested under three blankets, all the while shaking out of fear. This was the most terrifying storm of the year so far and though he had known about it for a week and had time to prepare for it, it was still so terrifying. Of course, he hadnât told his friend about his fear yet so she probably assumed he was overeacting to it. What a dilemma for him.
"...Please... At least look 'a me, will ya? We're... Still inside. 't storm can't hurt ya. An' if 't does, I'll give 't a real great beatin', a'ight? Ya don' have anythin' t'a worry 'bout!"
With a calm sigh, Cassiopeia quietly sat down beside the other, glancing nervously at the pile of blankets that was her friend- She absolutely knew that her little speech probably wasn't very helpful, but it's the thought that counts- Right? Yeah.
"...Meri? Yer listenin', right? Please don' be scared. I won't let anythin' happen t'a ya, 'kay? I promise!"
Prompts & Inquiries
â -- It's incredibly hot outside and my muse is trying to persuade yours to go swimming together.
âď¸ -- A dream (or nightmare) about your muse.
â -- It's snowing and my muse slips on ice, accidentally crashing into your muse.
⯠-- My muse meets yours in a tranquil setting.
â -- A text message from my muse.
â -- It's raining and my muse finds yours outside completely drenched and crying.
â -- My muse encounters yours just as it starts to rain.
â -- Something my muse has written about your muse. ( Could be a letter, drawing, etc. )
â -- My muse is lost and stops to ask your muse for directions.
â -- My muse's reaction to accidentally shooting your muse.
â -- Some of my muse's thoughts about your muse.
â -- My muse is undressing when your muse accidentally walks into the room.
⏠-- My muse conveys one of their wishes to you.
¤ -- In some turn of events, your muse ends up staying with mine.
â -- Our muses are trying to warm up after spending a day outside in the snow.
⪠-- My muse walks in on your muse singing to themselves.
ââ -- My muse gives yours some flowers.
â -- My muse's reaction to receiving a rose from your muse.
â§ -- A kiss from my muse to yours.
â -- My muse's reaction to being kissed by yours.
⥠-- A romantic gift from my muse.
⣠!!!! // also .... hello again friendo B)
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"I hope sheâs alright in all formsâŚI missed her while she was goneâŚ"
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He was sleeping on his bed in his pitch-black dorm, until  his phone rang, waking him up. â⌠Who the hell calls me at 2 am? â He groaned. His eyes were slightly closed, as the phone screen was too bright. He looked at the name âCassâ written on the screen. âHuh..?â He answered the phone. âDude, do you know what time is it now..?â he yawned.
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"Ahh sorry, you probably couldnât see much âcus⌠haha ya know," he chuckled, after remembering her height. After a few minutes of journey, they finally passed through the school gate. He found his way to the parking area, before slowing down and stopped. "Weâre here."
"Donâ laugh just âcuz âm shorter than ya! âs not my fault yer like, taller than ât school.. hrmâŚ" She mumbled something to herself, removing the helmet when they arrived and brushing her hand through her hair to straighten it out a bit. "Hmm.. Yer still gonna haveâta carry âm again! âm not walkinâ after fallinâ down ât stairs. Nope, thaâs not happeninâ. I hope ya donâ mind, hehe!"
"Huh?" He parked his motorcycle, turned off the engine, and put the keys in his pocket. "Ah yea I forgot. You fell from the stairs âcus you were high as hell," he muttered. "No prob, I donât mind," he carried the advisor from the seat. As he put her down, he crouched onto the floor. "Here, a ârideâ," he mumbled, as he turned his head behind. "Come on! Or you want me to carry you in the arms?"
"High âs hell⌠Nah, âm gonna say ât was just an accident.. Thaâ âappened âcuz I wasnât lookinâ where I was goinâ! Yep, ât âas nothin tâa do with alcohol⌠âa all.. Hehe.." With a small yawn, she crawled up on his back and giggled. "Yippee! âs like a horsey!! âles go! Right now! Anâ dont ya even think âbout fallinâ over or nothinâ when âm on âere!"
He rolled his eyes. âYea yea yea, whatever you say. Not because of alcohol, huh? Right,â he mumbled sarcastically. When he saw the other yawned, he somehow yawned as well. âShit, it must be really late now.â When he felt the other climbed on his back, he stood up, holding both of her calves with his hands. âThen donât speak too much, or Iâll really drop you,â he muttered. Of course, he wasnât being serious. âWhereâs your room? Show me the way.â
"Nope! Nothin' 'a all. 'm sober, I swear.." Lauging a little, she carefully rested her head on his shoulder. "I hope yer not bein' serious. 'Cause if ya are, I think 'm gonna cry.. Ufufu. Anyways... 'm room 's.. Uh... 's... On 't.. Third floor... I think. Yeah, probably."