Oct 23, 2019
“I wanna go on a date with someone...”
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“I wanna go on a date with someone...”
@targetsbound
Iori watches as Trident struggles with his shirt, giggling about it like the meanie she is. Once he has it off though, she stares for just a moment and then leans on him. It’s never too hot for snuggles.
“Ah yes, there’s those washboard abs~” She chuckles, nuzzling his shoulder.
@inter-dimensional-traveller
A faintly-webbed hand pats at the glass excitedly, trying to get the attention of one of the visitors. Children are standing in front of the tank, imitating the mermaid, but she pays them no mind.
The fins at the end of her tail sway curiously as she watches the human, wanting him to come closer. But she can only make so much noise, and she’s starting to wonder if smacking at the glass is even working.
-open princess!verse starter-
“I don’t care if it’s an arranged marriage, I’m not doing it.” The princess huffs as she turns and walks off, outside of the castle and into the front garden. She’s about to sit down in the grass when she notices someone approaching her.
“Aah? I’m sorry, professor.... I promise I’ll get that paper done soon...!”
Iori put your shirt back on.
@herokamijoutouma
“You look like you could use this.” Iori hums, standing next to that guy she’d hung out with the other day. Except now, it’s pouring rain and he seems to have been caught in it without an umbrella. The brunette holds her own up, covering both of them.
Guess she was just in the right place at the right time.
@herokamijoutouma
“...There’s nothing wrong. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Iori crosses her arms and looks away. The bags under her eyes and lack of usual excitement in her voice are total giveaways that something is, in fact, wrong.
-open rp-
“A-ah...? N-no, I’m not hiding anything...” She backs up a little, her face blushing red. Though Iori is, in fact, hiding something. It’s in the box on the table behind her, a metal box with a padlock on it.