Dec 16, 2015
“Your bed head is really cute.”
“Uh, thanks? I mean, I’ve already...brushed my hair. Does it look that bad?’
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“Your bed head is really cute.”
“Uh, thanks? I mean, I’ve already...brushed my hair. Does it look that bad?’
Blind Dates
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Angelo walked into the restaurant, feeling the tie strangle his neck. He serioulsy hated wearing that thing but it was needed for the.... event of the evening. How he had been convinced to try one of those blind dates things was beyond his understanding. But alas, there he was.
He was guided to his table by the waiter and sat there, waiting for his date to appear. He had only a name and a description of her. He hoped it would be worth it because he was seriously starting to give up on even trying to find a date these days.
Angelo checked his clock, she was late.
*We finally approach Lisbon’s docking area.*
Grace and Arno...we’re here.
‘Kiss’
No kiss:Indifference/I don’t know you
Unfortunately for them, Arno had found the rum supply. A bit later he stumbled over to them, a smile plastered on his face. "Will I be able to take the wheel after her?"
"Jeez. You look like you can barely stand! Here, have a rest in my cabin. Once you've woken up, we'll be done with our business and you can drive," Shay said. He then turned to Grace and said, "Grace, I was hoping you could come with me on Lisbon. I take care of earthquake survivors there who still suffer."
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Altaïr’s eyes wonder through the crowds, trying to pluck out his target. He was given little information, and discovered little information about his target, but he knew he could find them here. He reminded himself he was but a blade amongst the crowd, the shadow in all his enemy’s fears. He was death cloaked in white, and he would deliver it upon his target now.
His eyes caught the slightest glimpse of his target’s description, and he closed in. He shoved people out of his way and caused the eruptions of shouts but he kept moving. His quarrel was not with some man angry about a broken crate, it was with the Templars.
When he was only inches away he moved his head so he could whisper “, any last words, Templar” and he engaged his blade.
“Flowers?”
Send my muse “Flowers?” For them to give your muse flowers describing their feelings/thoughts to/about your muse.
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