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[recollectiveprotector]

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A faint blush appeared on his face, arms clinging to Ren. What were these...emotions going through him at the moment? Feeling the kiss on his forehead, he gave a small chuckle. 「Kiss me again, but elsewhere.」

"I'd be happy to." And fingers would drift beneath alabaster flesh, brushing over the underside of the other male's chin and tilting his head up. Ren was swift in leaning down to capture Aoba's lips in a kiss, soft but warm. Any passion hadn't come along just yet, but it danced along with the thrum of his fingers on Desire's waist.

[recollectiveprotector]

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Send me a ♥ and i’ll generate a number!3. Kiss on the forehead

Time had passed in the chance Ren had gotten to see the other, a bit of lament given to the longer spans and the distance created between the pair. He understood that missions, assignments and other things could keep the male at bay for quite some time, and for that, he gives off the utmost patience. He was sure he doted more so on this than Aoba had, but it was just in his nature so blame couldn’t be completely shifted upon him. 

Beyond the visor, there was a glint in pools of honey. A sincere joy in seeing the other after time had come along once more. 

Arms would wrap around a slender waist and a chin would rest upon locks of pure snow white, nuzzling into the softness and taking in a familiar scent. The mask of placidity would fade in lieu of fondness, nose nestled against hair before pulling back to view the other. He would lean forward if only to press a chaste kiss to Aoba’s forehead, parting only after a few lingering seconds. 

It really has been some time.  

[demonteas]

hakaisuru:

~﴾◌﴿~ "Trip's gone; dead." Not even a look of sadness was on Shiroba's face, but the sigh he let out signaled some kind of emotion. He stared at Virus; a small look of concern was on his face as well.

"You're kidding right? What do you mean 'dead'?" 

Ah yes. There it was. The beginnings of denial. Trip wasn't dead. There was no way he could be. They were always together... How could this have happened? It... It didn't happen, that's how! Trip couldn't be gone... It wasn't allowed...

[crumpets-and-ink]

hakaisuru answered your question:OOC

[ Making candy, Crumpet? Really hot water. It’s best to have the plate run under it, since it’ll dissolve the concoction. ]

[] Yeah I found a recipe for microwaveable peanut brittle since I don't have a candy thermometer. Chaos insued. Thank you dear <3 []

[demonteas]

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✔:A plot you would love to play out with your character

Tbh I just want Virus to be bruised and beaten up while bleeding everywhere because he tried to protect someone. 

[dyied-blog]

"Pretty Please"

Our muses have a one night stand.

"Hm?"

┗ A sleep worn noise escapes the blond as he sits up, blinking. Where the hell was he? Looking down at his side upon hearing a faint noise, he takes in white features. Oh. It was him. Great. Trip automatically knows what has happened. It’s evident by the new bruises and bite marks running down the male’s body. He can clearly see the male is undressed, which only leads the conclusion further. ┙

┗ He really needed to stop sleeping with meaningless people. Groaning lightly at what he’s gone and done again, flashbacks of the night before come back and soon, he’s frowning in concentration. He did have fun, though. ┙

┗ Laying back down, he takes a strand of the others hair, kisses it in an odd display of affection and settles back down.  ┙