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send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse accepting
⇕ = holding their hand
Neither the master of the animal show nor the sea of people watching have predicted when the dark brown monkey leaped from the tree and straight towards the ground. His small head crashed as it hit the cemented floor, automatically gushing out it’s blood and brain. The audience gasped, screamed and some even cried in fear. Yohan however ironed his expressionless face as he stared at the suicidal mammal. While his friend whom he invited in the show grasped his hand tightly, her face hiding from his back. “Well, looks like the janitor will have to stay for the whole night cleaning those up.” He joked, albeit very sure it wasn’t close to being funny. “Hey.” He squeezed the female’s hand. “Are you crying?”