Oct 8, 2015
Flower meme: (Both my muses, Kristen and Leo) Peonies
“Oh- Oh dear, you don’t need to be shy of me! I’m just a silly ol’ nautilus.” He smells the flowers before quietly bringing them into the flat.
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Flower meme: (Both my muses, Kristen and Leo) Peonies
“Oh- Oh dear, you don’t need to be shy of me! I’m just a silly ol’ nautilus.” He smells the flowers before quietly bringing them into the flat.
From that M!A masterlist, Bad Sexy Idea sounds like a fun one >8)
Bad sexy idea: Muse is now on a quest to make out with the one person they know they shouldn't.I’m- Afraid I might have to disappoint because I honestly don't know how to do this. There isn't any super major person specific person that Sal absolutely should not.I mean, he shouldn’t in general since he’s got a girlfriend... So, I suppose on that note, I’m gonna shove it so that person is his girlfriend off camera. Not exactly a should not, but what’cha gonna do?
Foreign Friends
[[Closed starter for darnintrusiveweed.]] ‘Hey, Ika, I’m going to be out for a bit. Ran into someone I knew from a bit back, and we’re going to catch up on things. I’ll be at the usual café if you need to find me. See you when I get home.’ He glanced over the note one last time and then stepped away to slip on his old bathrobe over his jacket and toss on his hat. Apart from the usual reasons, Sal felt it was even more necessary to wear them this time out for some reason this time. He took only a moment more to slip his headset around his neck before heading out. Eager to finally meet his friend once more, he found himself at the plaza sooner than usual. His friend had said that he would be waiting, but maybe there was a chance they were just getting there as well. He gave quick glances around, trying to see if he could recognize anyone, but had no luck. Heck, there wasn’t exactly any certainty that they would be able to recognize each other, what with how unsure he was about all of this. Ah well, he figured it was best to get a move on as he made his way into the café. He looked through the coffee shop, hoping to find his friend.
“I’m fine. I’m fine... I’m okay. I’m alri- I’m alright.”
Small note that a lot of messages (asks) outside of Squidbeak Agents and Seaweed will not be able to reach present-day Sal for awhile. I’ll take into consideration anons and the stuff like that and will freely do memes, but I might leave other asks to sit in the ask box until they can be answered properly when Sal becomes available again.
[[Closed starter for octarianbrainplague.]] Standing quietly, Salvadore looked across the rooftops toward the bay and the valley beyond, brows furrowed behind his aviators. He unfolded his arms and reached up to the avatar headset to snap two of the three frequencies into standby. He didn’t want them completely blocked out, but for now he needed a sense of organization. If either the Squidbeak Splatoon or Seaweed needed him, they should be able to reach him. Unless... He shook his head and snapped on the communications of the remaining frequency. “If you’re there, Finn, this is Sal.” He paused for a moment. “It’s needless to say that the ‘observer’ earned itself a good welcoming party. “Couldn’t guess if these eyes’ are distracted, but seeing how much it may concern your people, I’d guess it may be best to see what we can find out in the meantime. Perhaps... Would you or either of the others agree to us meeting?”
With one final paper from the notepad remaining, he scribbled a small note on it. Then, snatching up his usual gear and his hat and bathrobe, Sal flicked on his headset's communications and stepped out.
[[Closed starter for secretagentsquiggles.]] Leaning back against a wall, Sal stared downward, absently spinning the phone in his hands around. He’d hardly noticed his headset replicas having fallen silent until his attention was briefly caught when a masked Inkling brushed past him from the direction of the mall. His gaze followed them until they vanished from the plaza and looked skyward. Immediately regretting looking up, he averted his eyes from the smoke just barely visible in the far off distance. He squeezed his eyes shut. He didn’t want this anymore. He didn’t want to think about it. It was done. It was done. It was- Pulling himself from the wall, he tore the headsets off and raised them up sharply as if to throw them down at the ground. Then he fell back, resting back against the wall again and slipping the headsets back around his neck. He could only hope he hadn’t caused too much of a commotion. He sighed and stepped away from the wall, slipping into the crowd. He couldn’t handle the café right now. He needed something new. Something different. Something away from everything. Something like... He paused, finding himself standing in front of a noodle stand. Something like before all this? Sal looked across the other side of the stand. “Uh, hi. I... was wondering what different flavors you have, friend.”