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Did you know Hank has pictures of your girlfriend's tits on his phone? Like...quite a few of 'em.

"I'm going to break his wrists."

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iamacroftx replied to your post:"Please don't make me get up," Her voice sleepy and slow. "Five more minutes..." She whispered keeping herself under the blankets. "Why did I give you a spare key anyways..?" A sleepy laugh.

"I know," She groaned and began to slowly peer out from behind the covers. A hand to her forehead and she yawned. "You’re lucky I love you.."

He looks over her with a loving look in his eyes, smiling at the sight of her face finally, even if she might be only half awake. Leaning in, he gives her a quick kiss on the lips as his hands settle on the hem of the blanket, pulling it down a bit more. "I know I am."

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"Please don't make me get up," Her voice sleepy and slow. "Five more minutes..." She whispered keeping herself under the blankets. "Why did I give you a spare key anyways..?" A sleepy laugh.

"Come on, Lara, it's late. You know our silent rule is to wake up by night, right?" His brows raise as he gives her a few small nudges, unable to help the grin forcing itself onto his lips. "And you gave me a key because you love me and you know a lot of places have shitty beds."

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iamacroftx replied to your post:"You look so familiar...didn't we take a class together? I could've sworn we had chemistry."

"Guess I’m winning then," She sticks her tongue out.

"If kisses were snowflakes, I’d send you a blizzard."

Grins wide.

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Send me a ❖ and my muse will kiss yours

"Lara!" He calls out, bolting up to the woman with a huge grin set upon his lips. As soon as he reaches her, without thinking, he wraps both arms around her, lifts her a few inches off the ground while landing a smooch on the corner of her lips. The Conduit sets her down quickly, clearing his throat as he stares down at her, his grin not yet fading completely.

"Sorry— I might have had a bit too much coffee. How are you though, little miss ‘I-know-it-all’?" 

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Send me a ❖ and my muse will kiss yours

At first, he’s not sure how to approach. He’s fidgeting, playing with his fingers, his chain and even fixing up his clothing. He yanks on his vest a bit, straightening his back completely. Finally, he goes in for the kill.

Well, really kiss.

Delsin leans down, brushing a bit of her hair out of her face before tilting his head, gently pressing their lips together. He moves his lips against hers slowly, though it lacks the roughness or passion that she’d given the kiss earlier. This kiss was much more gentle, slow and even cautious. His hand even raises to cup her cheek, although he pulls his head back just seconds later.

"Revenge for earlier."

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Send me § and my muse will react to yours pushing them against a wall and kissing them.

The shove is enough to surprise him, and for a second, he half expected fists in his face or something. Some guy trying to beat him down. But, instead, there’s a mouth on his.

His whole body tenses at the feeling of her mouth against his own, his eyes widening as his hands stilled while raise, and he had no clue what to even do with them. After a minute, he takes a breath by accident against her mouth, pulling back partially, or the little amount that he could thanks to the wall.

"I didn’t know you loved Native Americans that much.”