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@flxshpoint​​  ;  " So... Donatello huh... You uh... You like turtle? " unprompted starters  ━  always accepting.

❝         You   know,   I   had   my   suspicions,   but   it’s   nice   to   hear   you   confirm   that   you’re   absolutely   brainless.   Must   be   all   those   concussions   from   playing   hero.   Why   don’t   you   do   what   you   do   best,   and   run   along   ?         ❞

             Tone's    about   as   sweet   as   hissing   vipers,   hand   shooing   him   away.

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harassment hours. || @flxshpoint​

"OHHH I'M MOMO YOYO!!! I GOT THE HOTS FOR SOME PEPPERMINT KID... OR SOME GUY WHO CAN'T KEEP HIS EXPLOSIONS IN HIS PANTS YOOOOOO!!!! I'M MOMO!!!! I CAN'T HIDE MY CRUSHES FOR SHIT-

      Never has she so intensely wished she could swap Quirks with Hagakure... Unfortunately, she’s doomed to her fate of a beat red face and quivering lip. It’s one thing to comment on her feelings; it’s another to poke fun at them. Not only that, but she’s never admitted to something so personal!

       Hand gesturing toward her chest defensively, she turns her head away. “ It’s not like that! ” For someone claiming innocence, she looks terribly defensive.

      She falls quiet for a moment only to mumble something. “ I think Todoroki-san and Bakugou-san have feelings for each other... ”

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@flxshpoint​ continued from here.

    Momo’s complied all this time, and now inhales sharply as they come to a halt. “ Wh--? ” Is all she’s able to voice as arms scoop her and whirl her every which way in what feels like the blink of an eye. Correction: it might have only been the blink of an eye as they whoosh and whiz their way through the elevator and its shaft. Although, Momo’s more than certain she hasn’t contributed much of anything to his heroic deeds.

    For a long moment, she falls silent. Her chest feels heavy with the deep gasps she inhales. Windswept hair and pounding heart rate, she looks up to him with shocked eyes. She couldn’t describe what’s happened in the past twenty seconds she’s known him. But the loud roaring of an unsuspended elevator gives her a good idea of all that’s come to pass. Her eyes are glued to him, and hands cling tightly as she assesses their situation. Then the sudden BANG echoes with finality.

    All that’s between her and a similar fate to the elevator’s is this Oat character who’s already butchered her name. Normally, this would be enough to make her sigh, but her attention shifts to the more pressing circumstances at hand. Suspended in the air, dangling at the mercy of a metal cord that’s already proven less than capable.

     The obvious first step was to ensure their stability. “ I’ll need you to hang on there for a minute, Oat... ” Although, she recognized he didn’t have much an option. The lower hem of her shorts tore as a ladder began to form there. This ladder would be particularly excessive in height, which called for a long beat of a moment as her lips pressed to an awkward line. She had to turn her head away as well (hopefully he didn’t receive a mouthful of her ponytail). “ Bigger objects take a longer amount of time... ” She explained, as the ladder formed in full.

    Unfortunately though, her hands were a bit tied at the moment (more specifically wrapped around him rather helplessly). “ I think we’ll have to move together to make sure neither of us lose balance. ” Although, she wasn’t sure balance was an issue for someone with his speedy reflexes. “ We can line it up with the doors, then I’ll make something to pry our way out! Let me know when you’re ready... ”

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   ALWAYS ACCEPTING .

@flxshpoint​ spoke :  "No clout No Sauce No juice No Paper No Bread? Heavenly. Happy Halloween bitches."

      “  . . .  oat ,  are you okay ?  “   big sister worried noises can be heard from miles now .

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@flxshpoint liked for a starter.

Donnie pulled himself out from the sewers with a yawn. He had needed some fresh air, and some time away from his brothers. He eyed the manhole cover, idly reading the basic set of information that popped up in his vision. Made of both iron and concrete. 5 years old. Used to cover up sewer entrances.

The cover was shoved back into place. Donnie pulled his hood over his head and headed towards the main sidewalk. He hadn't been walking for long when he heard the sounds of a struggle coming from a near by alley. Curious, he made his way over, fingers already reaching beneath his hoodie for his tech bo. What he saw was certainly interesting. It looked like the fight was over with. Somebody- likely a villain- looked to be unconscious on the floor. Donnie's eyes then fell on someone else.

"I was planning on helping, but it looks like you finished up on your own," he said, announcing his presence.