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fractumxinnocentiae replied:

-whispers- or an OC which is fun -hushes and hides-

OutOfWork -- That works too. *rubs le chin* I might just go with that because I fail in personalities like Saruhiko--

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fractumxinnocentiae replied:

-pets ur face- it’s no issue lovely uvu I’m just downloading the chinese raws OTL

OutOfWork -- Thank you, friend. *paps your faisu* uvu

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fractumxinnocentiae replied:

-whispers- Im in the middle of Iconing all of Horimiya and posting them on my icon blog;;;

OutOfWork -- *whispers* Then if you don't mind, can you make some Short Hair!Miyamura Izumi icons for me? If that's not too much trouble, friend. ;;;

[mnestis]

[ text;; ] I brought the puppies ] Note the plural.

{ Text; } WHAT?! DON'T YOU BRING THEM HOME. I SWEAR TO GOD ASHLEY. DON'T YOU DARE. { Text; } HOW MANY ARE THERE?!

{ Text; } Ok what kind are they at least?

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[ Text;; ] Babe. Babe. Babe. Babe. I want a puppy. I need a puppy. I'm looking at all these puppies at the mall and I wanna take them home. Can I? I can totally train it. Please. Please. Pleeeeeease ] Oh god.

{ Text; } Darling. Just know I love you. Very very much.

{ Text; } That's my way of saying no.

{ Text; } Ashley. No dog. You can't have it.

{Text; } Did you get my text? No.

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| ~♥~ | Shuffling more behind her fiance, dainty fingers gripped at his shirt; clinging onto him and nodding quickly, it was a foolish idea to wait outside for him, especially since she had worked both happy hour and late night at the bar where it became quickly filled with drunken men. Something that scared her to the verge of tears.

For a moment, she was simply silent, eyes watering from fear as she hid into his arm, hugging him and never letting go. "I-I’m sorry…" She stuttered out, voice shaken up, her gaze flickered up towards him before hiding again.

   ”I’m sorry—- I’m not good with drunk men—- I’m sorry, I’m sorry—-“

{ ҳ̸Ҳ̸ҳ } — He hadn't meant to snap at her. Being angry with the woman was actually the last thing he wanted. In all reality he was pissed at the men that had just tried to — "make a pass" at her. And himself. Had he known she was out here he would have gotten out of there sooner. Didn't she know better? Tristan's arms were locked protectively around Ashley's body as she shook violently. He could hear the tears in her voice as she apologized over and over again. He wasn't sure what she was sorry for, he didn't even know if she knew.

What bothered him the most was for the second time she had seen him grow angry and violent. It was the demon in his upbringing from Lance and Elayne showing through as he kicked the man to the ground and beat him. It wasn't intentional, he just saw red the second her realized what was going on. Her screams — The blonde's teeth gritted as the sound echoed in his ears once more.

"Come on. I have to notify my manager to clean this mess up." He was aware she was uncomfortable by everything about the club but he sure as hell wasn't leaving her out there again. Tristan didn't bother responding to her explanations or apologies. He wasn't in the mood to deal with it yet. Steering her toward the doors, he gave the groaning drunk on the ground one last nudge with his foot. Disgusting pig.