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@isgcd sent: you're on my side because i say you're on my side.
the reunion, at best, is tense. noodle is tightly wound, kinetic emotion threatening to explode at the slightest prodding. this quip from the bassist should have been the catalyst but she composes herself. rudimentary practise of meditation finally pays off.
looking inward, she finds it within her mind, body, and soul to not pistol whip him.
"you have me confused with your robot."
send me “?” and i’ll write a starter for you that includes one of the following sentences, randomly generated. 1-152, ranges from fluff to angst.
slender digits strum milky hued strings, each note bleeding from @isgcd's bass. it's a wacky melody dancing under the softness of her pads... the kind that stumbles through the air, making the planes of your face scrunch in discord. suffice to say misty's talent leans more toward a witch stirring her big, dark pot of mystery than plucking rhythm from an instrument... && she knows that; youthful countenance resembling that of a prey bunny when wide, verdant eyes bat in his direction. so much for all her pleading-- hoping he'd let her play just once. . .
❝ owh, that was terrible, wasn't it? ❞ mouthline quivers into a heedless smile. it's gentle enough to melt the coldest of hearts. the lace sleeved arm of her shirt flows when she lets the bass slide from her pliant grip.
@isgcd said: "how about we don’t do that.”
random dialog prompts.
Kent scoffs. “Like I’m going to stand here and let a Brit tell me how to do things in my own country. Do me a favor and mind your business.”
❝ you’re welcome to stay , but you haven’t been invited. ❞
@isgcd
@isgcd: ‘ i’m a feminist now. ‘
a mara banks rarity : silence, which has as much to do with murdoc as it does the joint tucked between her fingers. she lets it lull between them, facing him with nothing but blankness, as she exhales. ❝ okay. ❞ he’s fine company. fine, and she’d leave it there ( better in bed than at conversation, but who isn’t these days? ). ❝ are you gonna fight for my right to buy a tampon or somethin’? ❞
tfln <3
"Excuse me? I'm weird? You're the one sticking your penis into a pringles can."
❛ i only deliver perfection . ❜ from @isgcd . ‛ 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐄 𝐑𝐔𝐍: 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐌 ‚ accepting .
she would laugh if she was paying more attention ; not so much out of cruelty nor a desire to mock as out of genuine appreciation for what she can only take as a joke . after all , if he was perfect she wouldn’t be here ; 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎 𝐅𝐔𝐍 . ❛❛ yes , yes , you’re very handsome , bean . talented , funny , so on and so forth . ❜❜ she provides readily , clearly only half listening , her free hand coming up to clumsily stroke his fringe back from his forehead , which she does without looking up . her delivery tells of a person 𝑽𝑬𝑹𝒀 used to casually providing these assurances , but there’s no indication she doesn’t mean them . and in this case he might be right , anyway ; she is enjoying herself immensely . there’s a BEEP from the little trinket in her palm , and immediately her hand drops its way down to his upper arm , gripping tight with excitement . ❛❛ it’s doing something ! i think the egg is 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 . ❜❜
✏️ <3<3
