Feb 9, 2019
“Oh, this?” Taako gestures his arm, currently concealed within a cast. “You ----- uh, you should see the other guy.” || @erisrot
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“Oh, this?” Taako gestures his arm, currently concealed within a cast. “You ----- uh, you should see the other guy.” || @erisrot
holds up a wine glass full of apple cider up at him, from where she's reclining on the couch. " happy valentines, merc, your gift is me. " a pause. " i'm kidding. did you get the flowers & dust alright? " seems like she's really gonna appear out of the blue like this, huh. // >:3
unprompted | coffee gf!
Coco was the last thing–or person, for that matter–Mercury expected to see when he opened the front door to his sparsely decorated one bedroom apartment. He froze in place, lips forming a little ‘o’ of surprise, eyes widening while his brain caught up to his eyes. Then, all at once, he slammed the door shut behind him and crossed the distance with only a handful of long strides, pulled her into his arms with utter disregard for the cider that could very well be spilling all over him. Was it? He didn’t know, and he didn’t care.
“Shit Coco! I didn’t know you were coming! Fuck, I’ve been gone for a week, how long have you been here?”
And he never stopped squeezing her, gave little regard for her need to breathe until at last reason returned to him. Only then did he reluctantly release her; took just a half step back from her. If she were paying attention, she might recognize the leather jacket which fit just right on his slim frame.
“Uh, yeah, I got ‘em. And I loved ‘em.”
Schnee’s Pride Icons >>> Coco Adel | Pansexual Pride
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shoves taako into the relic room in her family manor. " take as much as you can & then more. i've got you an escape truck-- i mean a normal truck-- out back. you have an hour to kill. " waves at him as she leaves. " happy valentines! let's make my dad angry as hell! " //have my disaster kid
Taako immediately turns around to give her a questioning look as she leaves - then back to the room full of things that he could imagine would sell for a fantastic price, and if not, half of the things in here he wouldn’t mind keeping for himself. Still, he pauses - watching her exit the building. ‘ hey -- WAIT, you get I’m a WIZARD, right?? you sure none of this stuff is important?? ’ another pause. ‘ NOT THAT I CARE, I’ll take this stuff. ’
it wasn’t long after starting the game that the ball that lúcio and a few kids were kicking around smashed into the neighboring building’s window. to follow, a few shouts were given outside - lúcio rushing in on his skates, an apologetic smile covering his features. ‘ h - hey! uh, sorry about your window, I can pay for it. ’ || @erisrot sc.
hey— somehow, she’s made the trek to Argus! bearing a whole bunch of gifts; you can probably spy a whole new wardrobe, maybe some mugs and hot cocoa packets— but now coco’s shoving them into his arms. “happy birthday, kid!” //erisrot >:3c
Oscar stumbles under the weight of the gifts, attempting to secure his footing so he won’t collapse, then he peeks around them to look up at Coco. “Wow, thanks, Coco. This is a lot of stuff.”
rolls up on her own motorcycle ( she spent a week practicing please notice her yang ) , looks over the top of her sunglasses. " get on, fire dragon, tonight's a shitstorm that we're brewing. only if you come, of course. " & finish it off with a wink ! //please brawler gfs go brawling.....
a whistle leaves yang as lilac hues roam over the bike, then a smirk crawls across the blonde brawler’s lips, a hand coming up to brush her mane of wild blonde waves over her shoulder before dropping to her cocked hip, “of course i’m comin’. a night out in the town, crashing parties? count me in.” she easily accepts, her smirk shifting into a charming grin as she approaches the fashionista. she easily hops on the bike behind her, toned arms coming up to wrap around her waist.“y’know, i’m rarely the one in the backseat, so... consider yourself lucky, coco.” she teases.
“Fresh pressed suit and tie, unimpressed birds sing and die. Can talk my way out of anything.” // @erisrot
( song. )