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[ txt ; Alyssa ] your hair looks so good blonde oh my days
[ txt ; Alyssa ] kinda makes me want to dye my hair...

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[ txt ; Alyssa ] your hair looks so good blonde oh my days
[ txt ; Alyssa ] kinda makes me want to dye my hair...
[ Crow] “I can’t even look at you, you promised not to get into any more fights!”
+ alysdns
Cue the criminal clicking his tongue, averting hisheterochromic eyes away from the other as shespoke words of worry and displease in his actions.The promise was a lie done to ease the other’s co-ncern revolving around him only for it to ascend lat-er at the sight of him drenched in blood, both hisand others in the midst of their struggle for what isleft for them to survive.
❝ Aight, quit yappin’ it’s not like i’m going to die oranything, i’m a criminal not your five years old kid !I don’t need you to worry about me, it’s not going todo shit ❞ He yells out and fortunately, the glint of m-adness that possess his eyes are not clear nor dothey imply his urge to inflict pain onto the latter.❝ Fucking quit that shit or i’ll have to hurt you ❞ Hesays and it’s not said in a tone of apathy nor a play-ful but serious but he does not give her a dose of theupcoming but turns around and seats himself in thenearest chair as to ease his rising temper.
alysdns ( + continued from here )
Her eyes gazed frustratedly over the note he slipped into her fingers. She could imagine a somewhat aggressiveness in his voice stressing every words slipping past his lips, as if proving he is right and she is wrong. How she wished she could do a little bit of an eye rolling at his exaggeration but no, any wrong moves will lead them to endless argument. And a lot of papers being wasted. Does she really want to handle him at three am? — Definitely not. Why is this drama still ongoing anyway? How many episodes exactly left to be aired? Her patience is thinning. Their relationship is heading south thanks to her coming home late every Thursday which resulted him in missing his drama for at least twenty minutes from the beginning. In her defense, her work comes first to support herself. The problem in general is him. She couldn’t understand the reason of him hogging her television when his, has been revived weeks ago. “ I’m - I- I feel so touched you hold my apartment in such high regard, really. You made it sound all pleasant of course, like this is some spiritual retreat or something. Here’s a suggestion. Why not, let go of your apartment and just move in here? I could rent out that space you’re occupying and the television to you. I mean, it is your favorite spot in my living room after all. I’m not at all looking at a very high price, but how about USD$ 5,000 per month? It is a good price to be honest, you get a couch, the tv and you get to see your good friend, me, all the time. What do you say?”
The boy narrows his eyes at the other human in the room, rolling them in passive exasperation while a smirk he pushes onto once parted lips. It’s three in the morning and her words are like sponges doused in frustration, soaking up the sarcasm flowing within her veins before being sprinkled all over him. He reaches over to rip off another post-it, scrawling his thoughts down on the surface while gaze alternates busily between the screen and his calligraphed work.
Spiritual retreat huh? More like living hell with her around. Well, in the happiest way possible of course. One knows how tough it is to break a habit, what more a steady ritual that has been going on for months on end? He’d fold himself into a ball outside her apartment, waiting patiently for the owner to return from work before bounding into the cosy interior and plopping himself at his spot on the couch. Snacks were shared, drinks too when she was feeling more hospitable than usual, but only words remained between them now.
“ $5,000 bucks a month to see your face? No thank you. I pay way lesser for my own apartment anyway. ” The boy pauses as voices were raised through the speakers, curious eyes fixating themselves onto the tear-jerking scene. “ It’s just one more episode, calm down, I’ll be gone from your life tomorrow if that’s what you’re hinting at…gone like him… ” He ends off with the doodle of a really sad face, leaning over to slip the note into her fingers once more before clutching the pillow to his chest, grieving over the loss of eccentric perry.
“How do you accidentally buy sixty birthday cakes?”
SEND MY MUSE ONE OF THE FOLLOWING [ accepting ! ]
The boy finds himself pressing fingers against the bridge of his nose, eyes fluttering shut while a semi-exasperated sigh he pushes out from his frame. Sometimes he thinks he doesn’t quite understand the girl sprawled lazily across his couch, personal laptop in her embrace. Didn’t it occur to her that asking once would suffice? Why the need to impersonate a broken recorder? He clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth. It’s the third time she’s tossed that question up into the air, the third time his calligraphy of thoughts are interrupted and he wonders if she’s doing it out of a childish desire to annoy him. Stalking over to her, the boy slaps the post-it onto her arm before claiming his seat on the floor, fingers he stretched out only to curl back in a demanding gesture, knowing smile on his features. “ Nice try, but I’m not going to tell you how until you hand over my card. Wouldn’t want you to accidentally charge it there too, hmm? ”
[ Lily ] “Your lipgloss looks delicious.”
▸ SEND MY MUSE ONE OF THE FOLLOWING! (KISSING).▸ ACCEPTING ;
Cue Lily’s soft petals gap along with emerald eyes blinking at the other withboth surprise and confusion mixed into her fair countenance; She can almostsee an imaginary Satae on her shoulder, reminding her that being selective inwho’s worth receiving what she can offer have lead to dull sex and bothersomecompanions but then again, the other is quite attractive but her urges do not e-ncourage her and neither does the sufficient knowledge of the other.
❝ That line would work with other girls but not a princess ❞ She says, voice bothfrisky and teasing as she gently hits her side, mentally applauding for her minimalefforts to gain a kiss form the heiress.
( alysdns )
‘ It’s my day off tomorrow. Let’s drive around the city, have lunch, a little bit of shopping, before ending the night with a movie. Anything, just as long as we make up for the lost time.’ Her heart had fluttered in surprise at the plan proposed over her phone the night before. It felt almost unfamiliar to hear him proposing the plan and even rare when he initiated for them to spend time in the public. On normal basis, hanging out together with the idol would more than often mean lazing in front of her flat wide-screen television. Last night. he expressed his wish to break the tradition. She had gone to bed, full of anticipation — only, to be woken up dampened by the atrocious weather. The heavy rain fell and spattered to earth viciously. It had called upon the strong wind to aid her in a sly natural attack to Seoul so much that it was impossible for anyone to be on the road. It’s a wonder that Kikwang even made it alive to her doorstep. They spent ten minutes figuring out the best way to kill their boredom but it was his last suggestion which resorted her into agreeing passively. His back up plan was less than interesting but doable for the unexpectedly brutal cold day. He might have sensed her disappointment. If there’s one thing about him that’s deemed attractive, it would be him being sensitive and is always good at detecting her, and other girls’ perhaps, emotions. “You’re in luck.” She commented upon hearing his ideas. Inquisitive eyes traced his footsteps as they disappear into the kitchen, as she follows after him. A soft smile turns at the corner of her lips, brightening up her sullen face. ”I happen to be an expert in making an awfully delicious hot chocolate. And I don’t prepare it just for anyone. However, you might want to take up the responsibility and prepare the smores for us? Though, I suggest we should come up with a punishment or something, should you burn ‘em — ”
What a day. What. A. Day. His first day off in how long and it was ruined by rain? Numerous flood warnings bantered throughout the dorm and it irritated him. He had a day planned out in detail with his friend and now they had to change everything up just because of-- rain. Pouring rain. How nice. But with the little help from his members, Kikwang got a few indoor ideas that the two could do instead.
Having arrived and settled in, he brought the necessities of their newly planned activity and, in a way, was excited about it. He knew she was just as excited as he was about the original plans but he also saw that her mood had a slight drop to know it wasn’t being carried through. With a little push, Kikwang had her smiling again and he loved it. But soon his own smile faded when he listened to her last words spoken.
“P-Punishment? How about-- that word is so overpowering, it scares me now to attempt making the smores. Alyssa. C’mon. Don’t do that to me-- plus, how can you burn a smore?”
all symbols for the text messages thingie
Send “✆” for a morning text.
[ sms: Aly ] Alyssa, good morning! Did you sleep well?[ sms: Aly ] Don’t forget that you own me a dinner. Just because ;b
Send “✉” for a text that wasn’t sent.
[ sms: Aly ] I wish i didn’t have to lie to you about my bruises but it’s for your own good.
Send “☎” for a rushed text.
[ sms: Aly ] bbl, lunch time.
Send “⁇” for a drunk text.
[ sms: Aly ] dsflkjfdlskjlkfj i think i wsaw WONBIN. TT ~ TT he’s married.
Send “✿” for a suggestive text.
[ sms: Aly ] don’t you wish your girlfriend was hot like me? don’t you wish your girlfriend was sweet like me?
[ sms: Aly ] DONTCHA. k k k k k
Send “ø” for a late night text.
[ sms: Aly ] i. can’t. sleep.[ sms: Aly ] i. need. sleep.
Send “✘” for a hateful text.
( non because Minhee doesn’t hate )
"We should have a Disney movie marathon this weekend."
Send one of the following to see how my muse responds:
Suzy smiled brightly and nodded excitedly. “Yeah! That sounds like fun! It’s been such a long time since I’ve actually had the chance to sit down and watch Disney movies!”