' 𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 ? ' // @achroanimus

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' 𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 ? ' // @achroanimus
judith trying to be an ally , sent to the HR for work related harassment instead. 🥲
@achroanimus
BOGO BIRTHDAY
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAGESHINA !!! 💥✨🎉
The fragility of glass cradled softly in her hand, condensation dripping, champagne with strawberry bits. Head piqued to the side, staring at the etchings of rough drafts framed behind glass, someone is close. Ever hair stands on edge, the glass held too tight as if it might shatter. Delicate jewelry that appeared like gold lace etched into pale skin, striking green eyes, a figure that is too tight as if not well adjusted to the skin she wore just yet. “They’re composition sketches" the warmth of her voice akin to sweet honey dripping with curiosity. “I think the artist recently said he had no new pieces to exhibit, it’s bold, even cheeky” laughter that echoes as she shakes her head.
"Forgien artists tend to be more reckless with their approaches, it’s refreshing, @achroanimus”
❀ THE LIGHT FLICKERS, A SINGULAR OCULAR THAT MOVES SLOWLY; languid in motion as the echo of synthetic pop music rattles in her skull. Overly friendly with the most manicured of smiles in shiny vinyl lips, a hand that raises itself, “Just one today? Boring, @achroanimus” her voice, sing-song in motion. Miss Spider the children call her, she laughs nervously playing it off as merely the motifs of the creature on her clothing - today’s attire consists of a black dress and web tights, perfect! Trays with gourmet desserts, fresh bread, coffee cups in the millions, she carries them with ease.
“We have ice-cream for the summer, sit, I’ll grab you our latest batch!” then it moves, the quaint lantern that isn’t so almost a warning; let’s all behave.
when your favorite criminal says ur his favorite investigation and thinks ur charming <3 /lh (she's being silly)
ANOTHER CUP OF COFFEE, enough to make his teeth vibrate. The monitors are becoming a blur, his head starts to ache, the tincture is small with a cute impression of a favorite cartoon, what’s the name? Satoru doesn’t remember. It’s methodical, the way his spidery digits pop the different pills, temporary relief that is always followed one day, his stomach && brain will give out, he wasn’t sure which. “I feel as if us having coffee is an oddity or something waiting to happen, @achroanimus” he smiles, it never quite matches the depth of his stormy blue eyes, artificial as it is taxing - just like everything in this utopia landscape of theirs.
The drum of finger pads upon the wooden table, everyone knows of him, prodigal son, didn’t he get involved with a latent criminal? Rumors, they’re not important. His vision becomes skewed, shut, the low thrumming of another headache starting to rear itself as he swallows the bile in his throat. “Or is it tea? Either way, the taste is pretty gross, can’t see you being a person that drinks canned beverages - guess we’re out of luck then”
"Even I am concerned by the details of such a statement, care to explain more in depth over tea, @achroanimus? I have pastries as well - freshly made"