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[text] I didn't let go of the mechanical bull, but they had to pull me off because… it was rough just the way I like it and I think that showed?
SUPER TEXT LIST! (Texts From Last Night Inspired)
Text: That’s—what?Text: You go out without me one night and this is what I have to bear with?
19 years old - "What the hell were you thinking? He's twice your size, Mike. Why did you feel like you had to fight the guy?"
Pick an age or point in time, and ask a question. The character will respond as that age.
"He was bothering her--what the hell was I supposed to do?! I wasn't just going to stand there and do nothing about it. You see, I happen to care for Amber and I'm not going to let anything bad happen to her--even if that gets me in trouble."
7 years old - "Who do you have a crush on?"
Pick an age or point in time, and ask a question. The character will respond as that age.
"A crush—ew! No one. If I had a crush, I would be like an adult person and I wouldn’t be able to play and have fun with my friends like I do,” he explains thoughtfully, gesturing with his hands in a way that makes him look like he’s more than seven.
"Don’t go." | "Why are you wearing that?" | "Why yes, I am as think as you drunk I am." | "That looked easier on TV." | "I dare you to make love to me like it's the last time you'll ever be able to." ((ok i promise i'm done))
Amber’s words took him by surprise, and that was clear judging by the way Mike’s eyes widened a little upon hearing them. He had just attempted to leave right when she spoke up, and he just knew he could not say no. They may fight a lot, they may hurt each other, but at the end of the day they were each other’s best thing in the world and, if she wanted him to stay, for once, he would not say no. “Alright,” he mumbled quietly, coming back into bed and covering his body with the sheets again, before wrapping her small frame with his arm. “I’ll stay.”
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"It’s cold," he merely answered, shrugging his shoulders as he put his hands in his pockets. Mike knew exactly why she was asking him that question: that sweater had been her last Christmas gift to him and, although he did not mean anything by putting it on other than feeling warm, it did bring up some nice memories. "Looks pretty well on me, also, doesn’t it?" He inquired a couple minutes later, glancing at him with an eyebrow cocked and a tiny smirk on his face.
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A roll of his eyes was the sign that Mike was clearly pissed off at the fact that Amber had been drinking. It was not like he was a control freak and he had to know what she was doing at every second… or, well, maybe it was exactly that; but the point was that he had not known about her all night and now it was three in the morning, he had just stormed inside the house, reeking like alcohol and giggling like a kid. For once, he thought he had enough reasons to be mad at her. “Hush your mouth,” he whispered, dragging her to the bathroom and automatically starting to take her clothes off, decided to give her a cold, quick shower to help her sober up, “you’re going to wake up the entire neighborhood.”
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After hearing the girl’s comment on what they were doing, Mike could not help letting out a laugh—a genuine, sincere, hearty laugh which, considering the fact that they were normally mad at each other and generally in a bad mood, was something odd to see. “Come on, it wasn’t that hard,” he answered, still panting, as he glanced back at the bottles of beer they had managed to empty after a stupid bet.
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It was ridiculous how she could manage to make him feel so much so easily, but Mike was already half hard and could feel his heart pounding and his breath rushed, and she had just said a few words to him. “You know you don’t have to challenge me,” he whispered huskily, licking his lips before wrapping his arms around her and pulling her closer. His lips found hers quickly enough, and his kiss was feverish and desperate.
“Well, I must say I like the view.”
Put "I like the view" in my ask and my character will react to yours saying that after accidentally catching mine naked.
Silas’ eyes darted up quickly, blue hues twinkling with amusement as he pulled on his pants sans boxers. “You know, people usually do knock before entering a room with a closed door.”
"Why yes, I am as think as you drunk I am." | "What are we doing here?"
Put one of these in my askbox to see how my Muse reacts.
"Why yes, I am as think as you drunk I am."
"Which is why i need to get you home before you puke on me or fall over and break something."
"What are we doing here?"
"We are...eating dinner. Is that not what people do when they go to restaurants?"
"You lied to me!" | "Are you threatening me?" | "Explain yourself."
Mike swallowed hard and braced himself for the worst; he knew that conversation had been coming and he was, in fact, impressed that she had taken so long to bring it up. "Yes, okay, I lied to you," he admitted, thinking it was unnecessary to attempt to keep up the lie, "but what did you want me to say? I'm staying at a friend's because I'm overwhelmed and I can't spend more than five minutes next to you right now? God knows how paranoid you would have gotten after that!" He exclaimed, throwing his arms in the air. "I knew if I told you I was going to see my parents you would be somewhat okay with it. But Amber," he sighed, stepping towards her slowly, "the only reason I lied to you was because I didn't want you to worry too much like you always do, alright? I wasn't trying to hide anything from you and I did nothing while I was away from home," he said sincerely. Mike thought she should have believed him, though, because it was a proven fact that he just could not go too far with any woman that wasn't her, but it was still Amber and he doubted she would just forget about it like that.
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"Does it sound like a threat?" Mike snapped angrily, eyes narrowed and eyebrows furrowed. "Maybe I am, Amber--maybe I'm actually getting really tired of your bullshit and maybe, just maybe, I'm thinking of leaving," he added, clenching his fists at each side of his body. "It's not like you would fucking care, anyway."
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"Yeah, no," he muttered as he was dragged out of that pub by his girlfriend, who had had the same raging expression ever since she spotted him talking to a girl back in there. "I don't owe you any explanations, Amber," Mike said when she stopped walking, as if she was actually expecting him to say something, and he shook his head. "Look, if you're gonna throw a stupid show every time you spot me talking to someone this isn't gonna work, alright? I'm not going to let you do that."
"Where are my clothes?" | "Do you love me?"
Mike let out a deep groan, burying his face against the pillow in an attempt of ignoring the fact that the sun was already out there in the sky and his girlfriend was already awake and not just that, but making it painfully obvious how awake she was. "Don't know--" he replied, his words coming out as muffled sounds against the pillow, and he turned his head enough to look at her out of the corner of his eye. "I wasn't precisely focused on where your clothes landed last night, y'know."
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Amber's words took him by surprise, and it was obvious judging by the expression on his face: gaping mouth and eyes wide open as he kept his gaze fixed on hers. "I love you," he chose to answer, licking his lips and clearing his throat. "Do you love me?"
