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♧

Send me a “♧” to hear a quirk your character has that mine likes.

    "Really nice kisses-- Cool eyes --- I like all of Aiden. He is... amazing."

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lethargic-hunter

Aiden felt his cheeks warming instantly, in embarrassment but also from the feeling of his stomach twisting itself up, and the sparks that hit his chest and left him feeling winded. The sound of the purr from Arvo drew out one of his own, rumbling in his throat as the kiss was slowly broken. The hunter cleared his throat and tipped his head down, barely able to peek up at Arvo’s face.

”..Do you.. even understand what that is?”

The Witches purr slowed and simmered when Aiden parted away, a bit disappointed at the lack of contact. His own feelings were strange, yet he didn't quite understand any of them. A warm stomach like he'd just had a meal, warm cheeks like he was standing in light-- no pain in his eyes, though a small throb in his head when he tried to think too hard about it and his heart pounding like he was afraid yet, he didn't feel scared. Reddened eyes blinked slowly and curiously at Aidens question, tilting his head a bit, "Understand what?"

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Shaky hands offered the witch a can of food to eat from, cheeks puffing with every cough he held in before he was able to cover his mouth with one sleeve. He was so tired, sore, and drained of all his energy, but taking care of those he was supposed to protect came first.

   The coughing startled him, red eyes gazing over Aidens wracking frame, can sliding from his claws onto the ground. He stood, feeling automatically attentive, reaching out for the hunter. He snagged the edge of his hood and tugged him closer, pressing the back of his hand to the boy forehead. They were both sick, obviously. But it felt reflexive, as he felt the boys face, eyes worried, "You're sick..." An obvious statement, "You should not be up."

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Ship: Aiden/Arvo >w>

The umbrella, when it rains - Arvo The popcorn at the cinema - Arvo. Though he probably doesn't eat as much of it as Aiden.The baby, when it cries - Arvo is very good with babies.The ice cream cone, when they share - Arvo. The remote, when they sit down to watch a movie - Aiden. Arvo is too busy holding onto his cute shortness and playing with his hair. The basket, when they go shopping - Arvo, he's a srs shopper.The door, on dates - Arvo is a gentleman! But Aiden probably starts doing it after realizing how much Arvo adores the little things. The other’s hand, most often - Ahhh... Aiden. Their breath, upon seeing the other on their wedding day - AIDEN. Arvo probably starts crying ngl.The camera, when they take pictures together - Arvo-- longer arms.

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lethargic-hunter;

Send "Little thing" and my character will tell you something as a child.

"My father says I shouldn’t talk to people who don’t speak English, but he doesn’t know shit."

He understood... very few of those words. Father, speak, people, English and shit. The last one making his eyes widen slightly, before becoming gravely serious, "Shh- sho- should not... sv- svear. Is... no smart sounds."

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Rumble

Send me "Rumble" for my muses reaction to being caught in a thunderstorm with your muse

☣ —— There was a loud crash, followed by a moan of fear. Arvo had practically torn apart the room, every loud noise sending him into a flickering, panicked rage. His jacket, which they had painstakingly gotten over his claws and done their best to keep it from getting torn apart- was just that and everything up to the armpits was torn and thrown around the room like much purple confetti.            Light sobbing, came from the befuddled form, disliking the sound and flinching even from his friend. Words were not going to be easy, all he could do was try to wave the other away, but considering he was trying to cover his ears at the same time, it was a mess. His glasses were thrown off somewhere, more glass having chipped and broken out of the lens. His clothes a mess, gouges in furniture and any glass was surely broken. He felt sick and looked it too, eyes redder then usual, tears tinged with blood from raking his fingers over his eyes in attempt to stop. He didn’t want to cry, he didn’t want to let Aiden down, but the sound was just so horrible…           Another boom, followed by a banshee-esque wail, as he tried to hide himself in a ball in a corner. He hated it, he hated the sound, it hurt his ears and shook him down to his core. Even when the sky wasn’t rumbling the pattering made his throat clench and head feel swollen. It made him sick, he hated the rain, he hated storms, he hated all of it. 

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*star*

Send me a ‘★’ and I will tell you how my character feels about yours.

    Arvo loves Aiden. In lots of little ways. He admires Aidens strength and intelligence, looks up to him for teaching [or looks down because lol you short] and finds him positively snugglable. He might have a wee crush, enjoying how Aiden looks aesthetically and getting the happiest little heart thumps when complimented, but he hardly understands what that means. On the poor side, Arvo is still envious of Aidens abilities and also loathes the insistence to remember his past.