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The black feline firstly, did not respond well to the contact right upon his nose-- even holding a forepaw out to stop the teenager. At which the feathered tail proceeded to trail under the beta's nose to induce a sneeze, giving him the time to escape-- or so he thought, as he was actually caught about the belly. "Oof!"

i kiss you out of the blue. how do you respond.

{ you cannot fault isaac for being a cat person. maybe its divine intervention. talk to the big guy upstairs. besides, it makes michael uncomfortable. even as his nose twitches from the remnants of cat hair, he just squeezes the lithe body in his hands and grins. }

"Stop squirming Michael, you need to be groomed."

#memeasks #alabasteremeer #[IS IT NOT BLASPHEMY TO KISS AN ARCHANGEL?]#alabaster--emeer

{outofimpala} help I've fallen and I can't get up.

#alabaster--emeer #is it disrespectful to ask if you're lost because -- i'm quite sure you're lost #/hypervenelates like a lady

alabaster--emeer liked your photo: Someone find me please, losing all reserveI am...

was it you

were you the person that said it was okay

#alabaster--emeer #;squints #hello #alabasteremeer

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The sin incarnate sat upon the building ledge, legs slung over the side. His hands are up, pointer fingers towards the skies and swooping back and forth much like that of a conductor with a baton guiding the orchestra. Tonight, he was performing his own little show. The pale moonlight was caught, shining dimly, upon the blood on his hands.

"I was following the, I was following the, I was following the," he struck up all of a sudden, raising voice on high. The verse came over and over again like an incomplete thought or a stuck record caught in the groove. Before the words lost their meaning entirely in repetition, Wrath plowed forward with the rest. "I was following the pack all swallowed in their coats. The scarves of red tied 'round their throats to keep their little heads from falling in the snow. And I turn 'round and there you go." The approaching footsteps, growing ever louder on the rooftop, made him turn and acknowledge the archangel behind him. "And Michael, you would fall and turn the white snow red as strawberries in the summertime."

His mouth pulled into a feral smile, and he beckoned the angel further. Come away to the slaughter, little bird.

#alabaster--emeer #alabasteremeer #rp #Fun Fact: It's an actual song.#By Fleet Foxes.