"May I have this dance?"
❝I thought you would never ask, mi amor…❞
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"May I have this dance?"
❝I thought you would never ask, mi amor…❞
Rachel gulped hard, tucking her glowing tail between her legs slightly. She almost dreaded his answer to her question, but she had to know. She placed her muzzle of his femur. "How do you handle...losing the people you love?"
❝That’s… tough.❞
Héctor gently reached for her ears, hoping his touch would give her at least a little bit of comfort, whatever she was probably going through.
❝I think it depends on the person… But I believe letting yourself hurt is the most important thing. Swallowing down the pain only makes it worse later.❞
Rachel 5' 2'' ((I HAVE TO SEE THIS!!))
Height Difference Meme
YO I’M LOSING MY SHIT LOOK HOW SMOL
"Don't play with your food," Rachel teased as she sent him a playful wink.
Héctor’s cheeks grew rosy at her remark. He wasn’t quite sure if it was from embarrassment, or simply the memory of… something.
❝Sí, you’re right❞, he returned her wink.
❝That might give us both the wrong idea…❞
Rachel chuckled. Hector was always a mess after he drank. She poked him playfully. "Hector, what are you doing?"
❝Maybe… maybe the greatest thing anyone has ever done… I am… this close to becoming the first dead mother in history!❞
He sat on an egg.
It was hard boiled.
From Kida: 💓 + Kida ((she's being cocky >,< )) From Rachel: ✂ *glares at Kida))
My muse cannot lie! / Open
💓 - And a name to ask if they would start a relationship with them.
✂- For one of the worst mischief they did.
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Héctor’s soul markings flared up at the questions. He had to be honest? He rubbed his arm awkwardly, not sure how to word it.
❝I… I don’t think Kida and I are made for each other?❞
He then looked at Rachel, stroking his goatee.
❝I… honestly don’t remember. I’ve done… quite a few things in the past, sí?❞