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24. My muse roughly kisses your’s.
Trous walked up behind him and reached to in front of him, taking his wrist and using it to twirl him around. He gracefully placed his other hand on his hip once they were facing each other, waiting till Envy’s hair fell away from his face before kissing. He swooped in, closing his eyes and subconsciously puffing up his chest as it pressed the other’s. Despite the loose hand around his wrist his kiss was anything but– instead, it certainly was hard and rough and demanding.
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Pants was walking back to her car from the local college, carrying a large canvas wrapped in brown paper under her arm. It was nearly as big as her, and she had to keep adjusting it, trying to get her keys out of her pocket.
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“T-Tsume!” Oh shiiiiit. Blood rushes to her face as he nips, turning her head away from said male. Whether it was embarrassment or not, Adara was far from caring at this point. She purses her lips, stifling any sound from her before wriggling a hand free to press it on his chest.
“Oh yeah, why don’t you make a mark while you’re at it. Hell, you probably made one already!” Give her a minute, she’ll cool down.
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The city was not a place Emerald liked to visit on the best of days, too many sounds and scents that just overwhelmed her keen senses. The crowds of people moved en masse on the sidewalks, discussing their lives and leaving their own stenches upon the world. Machines whirred, cars honked and everything was in a nauseating cloud of noises.
It wasn't by choice that Emerald was here, it was by obligation to the mission at hand. There had been a request for her when she had woken up this morning and she had to listen to that same voice on the telephone again. It was a request for her to observe a “project” from this world. They told her that the guy was dangerous and they wanted to know what made him the way he was. Most of his files were confidential and they had no way to access them, so they sent a field agent to go find out more about him. All they gave her was a description of what he looked like and a warning of how dangerous he was.
Why they sent her, Emerald would never understand. She wasn't exactly a talking person, and unless they wanted her to straight up kill him, she had no idea why she was here. Nonetheless, she waited in her spot in the shadows, leaning against the wall of a brick building, waiting for her target to walk by. This wasn't going to be an easy mission and no one told her just what this guy was capable of, but she wasn't going to let that stop her.
No matter who or what this guy was she had to retrieve this information about him, no matter what. She was so close to her goal now, she'd be damned if a fellow lab rat was going to take that away from her.