★ - drag my muse by the arm
Manhandle | Accepting
“Where are we going?” he practically stumbled over his lanky legs.

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★ - drag my muse by the arm
Manhandle | Accepting
“Where are we going?” he practically stumbled over his lanky legs.
♤ - slam a door shut before my muse can leave the room
Manhandle | Accepting
Atticus looked to the small commander and sighed softly, “Am I in trouble or in good graces?”
she gives him a sly grin, before sticking her tongue out while arms were still outstretched. "Oh, woopsies. Guess I forgot. Heh."
“.... Your charm isn’t as smooth as Zev’s darling.” he chuckled, and shook his head, “maybe ask him how he does it?” he took a step and untangled her fingers, hugging her close against him.
spuckfeuer replied to your post: bre vc: I'M NOT DRUNK, YOU'RE DRUNK
“I’m– *hic* I’m positive.”
“Brehana.... if you aren’t drunk... why are you in your small clothes, and smell like a brewery?”