"Misha, no. Think of how Riley would feel."
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"Misha, no. Think of how Riley would feel."
mischisms said: “I. Am. So. S-Seduced.”
“Oh hi Misha, didn’t see you there.” He winks at her.
"....So she's nice to him but not to me....tch. Whatever, I still don't trust her."
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[ @mischisms misha pls i love u child but chill ]
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crimson-warrior asked:
Hakuro hangs upside down from a tree with his arms crossed. "Misha. Do you really think Vaas will like you again if you bring Jason to him?"
@mischisms answered:
“Do you have a better suggestion, Satan? And who says I’m "bringing” Jason to him? What do you know about me? Nothing. Leave me alone!“
His eyes widened at that and he dropped out of the tree, landing on his feet. “Whoa, just...take it easy... You could actually help him instead of turning him over to Vaas. The guy hates you, hell, he wanted to crucify you.”
*intense glaring through time and space*
crimson-warrior asked:
"Good morning Misha." Hakuro says as he tidies up the living room. "Do you want anything for breakfast?"
@mischisms
“Mm… Ghh… Vvvh… odka… Shot…”
She’s clearly still sleepy, stumbling on her own feet, rubbing her eyes and slurring her speech.
But suddenly, as she touches her face and seems to realize something, she’s wide awake.
“N-No no no no! I’m so sorry, don’t look at me! I haven’t put makeup on yet! A-Ahh, um…!” Misha quickly covers her face and turns around.
“I’ll eat whatever you have, j-just… I’ll go fix my face first.”
Hakuro tilted his head in confusion but looked away to make her feel comfortable. “Misha... You look fine without your make up.” He said, glancing at her from the corner of his eyes.
“...Anyway, I’ll make us some blueberry pancakes.” He puts his video games neatly in a small bookcase. He dusted off his hands and went into the kitchen.