#cta;verbal

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bleedingxsecrets

    "I think I still have some stuff left over to do, so I might just stay after late I'm not sure yet..." For the most part, the girl's words were a soft mumble into her phone as she balanced it between her shoulder and ear. She was on the tips of her toes, trying to reach the top part of her locker without tipping herself over, or dropping her phone and really it was becoming quite the challenge. Her brows were pressed together as she slowly lowered herself back down, glaring up at the shelf that seemed to be taunting her.

    Ceit was only catching bits of what her mother was ranting to her about on the phone, her nose wrinkled up and the book held tightly in her hand. "Yeah, alright mom. No, I get it. I'll call you if anything changes. Mhm. Bye." As soon as the phone was hung up she was trying once more, this time more or less bouncing to try and force her book into the locker.

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{picture sms;unknown} (-in the picture you could only see the lower half of her face where her lips were parted just enough to show her teasingly sticking the tip of her tongue out, and her chest was pushed out a bit with a hand settled right on her hip, teasing a blanket off. her boobs weren't exactly big, actually they were rather small but it didn't look weird it actually fit with what was probably a small frame, the text reading) you're gone and this is what you're missing big man. i guess i can get off with just my fingers yeah? oh but it's never the same... {text;unknown} oh god please don't open that .

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   exspiravit

    More times than not, Ceit preferred to run her own errands. Not even just missions, drops offs, and pick ups, she also preferred to just do her own daily things. Sure, she had more than enough power over forty-something men that if she truly wanted she could spend her whole life in side her house and very rarely have to do anything. That's not how she was raised though, and in her own eyes each and every single one of those men were incompetent. They didn't get the job done the right way, sometimes they left clues, and sometimes they flat out just didn't do their jobs. So, the only way to solve this was to be there and do it all herself.

    Which really, it was fine with her. If you want the job done right, you do it yourself. And today's job, while a little different, was a job none the less.

    Inhaling softly and looking at her phone, she shifted rather uncomfortably in the lobby of the repair shop. She twisted and turned the keys to the Maserati that'd been placed in her hands the night before. She may or may not have received the keys from one of the clients that had a minor feeling of affection for her, and was willing to let her have a spin with the car for a few days. What she was not expecting out of this though was the scratches she'd gotten on the car, the dents, or the fact that it also needed a stupid oil change.

    So here Ceit was, leaned over the desk at the shop she'd found last minute. More or less spinning the keys around her finger while she patiently waited for someone to come help her.

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sidestxp replied to your post:[MSG: ] Okay, so next time, maybe use a tighter knot?

[ sms] yah i’ll just have to show you how to do it properly then because i’m not down to deal with your loose ass knots.

{text;princess bitch} i just changed your contact name to princess bitch. because that's what you're acting like right now.

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"Don't touch it!"

    "I'm not going to..." Yes she was. Ceit had every intention of touching the cake sitting on the counter of the shop, every single intention. Her eyes briefly went to glance if the other woman of the store was still watching her, and upon seeing that she'd looked away the girl's hand was quick to reach out. Gently swiping a finger through the frosting, she had a rather victorious look on her face as she licked the icing away from her finger. 

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Rough Encounters; Jae&Ceit

    Life, or rather business, really shouldn't be this hard. Things shouldn't be hard, they should be easy. They should be easy when you're the biggest weapons dealer in Seoul, and really you' think that they would be. But people will always, always think that they can outsmart her and prove something. Prove that they're better, smarter than her and those people always needed to be taught a lesson. They needed to always be made an example made out of, and Ceit wasn't afraid to go set those examples herself.

    And today's example would be of how you didn't cut your money short. Ceit knew the difference between making a small money error, and just straight out trying to rip her off.

    "Open up!" Her voice was a loud shout when she pounded her fist against the door, eyes pulled into a small glare. When no answer came to the first few 'knocks' her teeth gritted for a minute and she gave a hard kick against the door before pounding on it once more. "We don't have to make this hard, fucker. Just open the door and we can talk about it.'

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    Having a huge bed is nice. It's nice for a lot of reasons, one of them being how easy it is to just stretch your limbs out, sink into the bed and it's almost endless. Well, with Ceit's given stature it's never hard to feel like that on any bed but her own bed? It feels like an ocean to her. By no means though does that not mean she's not fully aware of the surroundings on her bed. And literally no one lived with her, so on a normal day there should be no other weight in the bed with her.

    Except today. Today she could feel the sudden weight shift on the bed, feel it dip in as someone fell into it and a all too familiar sigh rung through out her room as the person wiggled closer to her in the sheets.

    "How the fuck did you get in here?" Was her groggy snap towards the man making home in her fucking bed with no permission.

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sidestxp replied to your post:Wow, you're lazy.

Yeah, next time you decide to do that you should smoke me out.

Close your weird little mouth and think for a moment who you're asking this of--