#emilytheprodigy

[petermotherhuggingparker]

baby~

We kissed by accident:[X] continue kissing[X] smile[] awkward[] walk away[] be like wtf [X] kiss you backIf you hugged me:[X] hug you back[X] let you[X] hug you heaps more[] push you awayWould I date you?[X] yes[] no[] maybe[] probably[] already have[] we currently areYou should:[X] text me[X] get in my bed now (for cuddles)[X] come to bed with me [X] talk to me more[X] come see me [] leave me alone!

[petermotherhuggingparker]

You and Emily are going to be parents.

Peter’s jaw dropped. “Emily is… I’m having a…” He said with a slight laugh.

[petermotherhuggingparker]

*whispers as she snuggles him from behind* W-would you prefer B-Bambi?

"Yes." Peter said with a small nod of his head, knowing that there were far to many horn jokes that could be made with a name like unicorn.

[petermotherhuggingparker]

*whispers* P-Pete the M-Magic Unicorn.

"Not this again!"

[petermotherhuggingparker]

*pokes Peter's nose* "Hi!"

Peter laughed slightly. “Hey.”

[petermotherhuggingparker]

♥♥

Every “♥” I get, my muse will remove one thing they are wearing.

"Goodbye shoes." He said as he toed them off.

[coldeyesxwarmheart]

((They haven't interacted, but let's just say he witnessed a crime and fell asleep in interrogation or some shit.)) Emily sighed when she saw the boy. Though he was only a year or two younger than she, he was still a child and therefore she felt the need to keep him protected, even from the coldness of the room. Taking one of the detective's jackets, she laid it over him (after awkwardly adjusting his legs, which were bent weirdly.) and left the room, quietly shutting the door.

My muse is asleep on their bed, the couch, etc, but at an odd angle or position. What does your muse do?

WHINES LOUDLY ABOUT BEING TO WARM AND KICKS THE BLANKETS OFF WHEN SHE'S GONE.

[coldeyesxwarmheart]

*throws this URL and brain-damaged-not-stupid at you*

Drop a URL in my inbox and I'll tell you what I think of them

one word for both;

perfection.