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Send me a ϟ and I will generate a number 1-35 to see what my muse will say to yours. Mix of angst, fluff, flirty, funny, etc. [ x ]
2. "What the hell are you doing?"
Dusk decided that she should take a more active role in one of her father's company, and so she did. The girl was making her way to the large building, strolling on the streets casually. Instead of taking her car out for a drive, she decided that it was better to just walk and inhale the fresh, crisp air that nature provided her. Quick yet delicate steps were taken upon the concrete pavement. Buds plugged into her ears, she blocked out the sound of cars honking, people chattering and birds chirping. For the first time in a while, she felt in peace. Complete serene surrounded her. Was it because she was going to see her father in a long time? Nah. It was nature doing its work perfectly.
The breeze was cool, the weather was utterly perfect-- not exactly her perfect weather, but close enough. Everything was going her way until some odd male, just a couple inches taller than she is, blocked her path. The male was standing there, still as can be, but he was in the middle of the street-- and the street, itself, wasn't large enough for her to walk around without stepping outside on the street filled with cars. Rolling her eyes, she harshly tapped his shoulder and spat out venom. "What the hell are you doing?"
