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"Gnnh—-ah. That. Is. Something that. Will need to be….scheduled? And discussed. And planned. By all parties potentially involved."
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"Is that threesome still happenin'?"
"Gnnh—-ah. That. Is. Something that. Will need to be….scheduled? And discussed. And planned. By all parties potentially involved."
bitchytailor replied to your post:9: Talk about little things on your body that you like the most.
What a cop out. You mentioned two things you like about yourself. Build from that. You aren’t required to like all of yourself, but in those seeds of acceptance can bloom some pretty badass rose bushes. Be beautiful and deadly.
Don't get me wrong, if the question excluded 'on your body', I'd have a shit load more to answer with. I'm well aware of my strengths and weaknesses, I've no need to talk up physical strengths that I don't see.
What sort of quest is this turning into...?
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kiss meme thing
Turnabout was fair play….wasn’t that how it goes? It’s what Houka idly entertains as he activates the holographic feature on the newest incarnation of his goku uniform. While it was incredibly impressive and endlessly practical? It also presented an opportunity to irk Iori that Inumuta couldn’t even attempt to resist.
From his computer chair….to Shiro’s workroom. His glasses reflected the switch. The transition was a seamless swap of scenery, as if simply flicking channels on a tv screen. One moment he was staring at his security feed of Iori at work. The next, he was there, standing beside him as a semi-translucent projection.
Slipping up behind him, pale blue arms draped slowly over the tailor’s shoulders where he sat, their touch somewhere between physical and a dull prickling of electricity. Like the distant vibration of a machine’s core.
His hologram’s lips brushed across, and passed through, Iori’s earlobe, touching the smallest kiss to the sensitive curve just below his hairline. Suggestive and soft.
“Just thought I’d check in on you…” His projection purred, entirely too amused by this scenario. “This seemed the most effective way.”
Truth or Dare?
"I already tell you almost anything you ask. So let’s make this interesting. Dare me.”
Ѡ "accidentally"
Send an "Ѡ" for my muse's reaction to being sent accidental nudes.
It wasn’t unusual for his phone to be extremely active during the day. It was, after all, the easiest way to get a response from him. Text messages were generally answered swiftly, if not curtly.
Hearing his phone chirp at 3AM? A bit less common.
Snatching it blindly from its charging docket next to his monitor, Houka reflexively drew the signature star shape that would unlock the screen with a few swift swipes of his thumb.
What filled the screen would make him doubletake.
Well well….
Whatever he was working on? Suddenly….far less important. Hardly mattered. Pointless. Forgotten.
He’d be quick to screengrab the snapchat before it purged itself, adding this to the countless other photos of Shiro Iori he’d taken to hoarding as of late. For personal use, of course.
[text]: Is that your way of asking to come over?
Tears and beards is the single best tag I think I've ever seen relating to the weeping male. Come to my bosom, friend. Let us become closer and tell me your woes.
{ Thank you! That tag sorta just...happened. But I laughed at it so I'm glad others did as well. On that note, [/buries face in bosom, sobs], WHY DID IT HAVE TO HAPPEN LIKE THAT!? He was on the verge of dying and what does Senketsu do? Fly Ryuko back the fuck to Earth because she'll be stuck floating around without him if he doesn't get her through the atmosphere. And he's completely accepting of his fate because he's helped her achieve her goals. Like goddamn I want to be a friend like that. UGH. MY HEART. Okay. I think I'm done. Maybe. Probably not. But thank you, friend. }