#prettyxnxpink

[primarycolorbombers]

{💖}” Hey Red? I think it's time for you to lay down. You look dead tired."

"But I can't yet! I'm not done with White and Black's chores! Plus, I don't wanna."

[ojamaxhell]

@prettyxnxpink

Was this the right address? It had to be. Mr. G said it was, after all. KK sighed through his nose and knocked on the front door of the house.

Pretty Bomber... She was an idol who came from another universe to participate in the events MZD held, from what he was told. Hopefully, she was here and not running around. The quicker things could be taken care of, the better.

The door opened, but it wasn’t the bomber woman who answered it.

“Who goes there?!”

You pointed a wooden sword up at KK. Normally, the cleaner would play along, but there was a serious matter he had to get out of the way.

“I need t’ see Miss Pretty, kid. It’s important.”

You was silent for a moment, before he shut the door and took off into the living room.

“Preeetty! Some tall man’s at the door!”

[primarycolorbombers]

[ @prettyxnxpink ]

"Mmnnn... Prettyyyy... I wanna go back to sleeeep..." Blue whined. He was in the middle of his afternoon nap, until Pretty decided to literally drag him off the couch and take him for a walk to... he wasn't exactly sure where she was taking him.

"Where are... *yaaaaawn* ...you taking me anyway..? You never really specified..." He asks as he's rubbing an eye with his free hand.

[cyybermind-blog]

@prettyxnxpink

        “I don’t sing... Don’t make me repeat myself. however if you feel compelled to sing solo and wish for an audience I suppose I can’t argue with that.”

[primarycolorbombers]

Pretty bust into Red's room with a pillow trying to smother him. She is trying to put him down RIP

He flails about, trying get free whilst making loud, muffled airhorn noises. If one had a translator, he'd be saying "YOU CAN'T SMOTHER ME BITCH! I'M FUCKING MLG PRO!". Then he goes still. He doesn't seem to be dead, he just blacked out, but still, RIP Red.

[rockinxbeauty]

@prettyxnxpink

“Oh my god... Pretty, this is..amazing!”

Lotte held the electric guitar in her hands. It had her name put on it and everything. She carefully set it down and looked up at the bomber idol, before immediately hugging her.

“Thank you so much..! God, you’re spoiling me too much, Pretty, seriously..!”

“Hey, guuuuys,” Erika called out cheerfully from the kitchen, “We’ve got more Jello shooters comin’ ooout!~”

[primarycolorbombers]

{💖}”Black? What happened to you?"

"Apparently, I'm a 'Cupid' from what I was told."

[primarycolorbombers]

{💖}” Hey Red? Can I come in?" Pretty knocked on his door. It was clear that she was worried.

"Pretty?" He turned his head to the direction of his door. He didn't really want anyone else to see him the way he is now, but he didn't feel like stopping them if they want to see him. He looks back towards the wall."Only if you want to, I don't really care..." He sounded quieter than usual, his voice seemed to be worn out, possibly from crying so much.