#shimipls

[multicoloredswords]

☣

Send me a ☣ and my muse will say something about yours they'd never usually say out loud.

Your cooking is atrocious. . . but having you as a superior isn't all too terrible.

[multicoloredswords]

"Moankey!"

Eleven: My muse nibbles yours

The bluet couldn't help but let a few mute snickers escape him, an overly amused look laying on his features. Well, at least now the crow couldn't really blame him for any actions that would be taken, considering he had no choice at all. After all, she'd be too busy trying to comprehend the situation to lash out at him, right?

Placing his index finger in front of his pallid tiers to signal the need for silence, low heels made their way towards the shorter figure, soon letting one hand cover the vision of hazel pupils. A simple lean forward enabled him to connect their lips, a tender kiss that lasted for a few seconds before he broke it to nibble on her bottom lip gently, before pulling away and placing a soft peck on the cheek to serve as something like a bonus--if one were to call it that.

Allowing hands to retract, the swordsman wrote a few things on his notepad, a curl of amusement still being played. 

I still haven't gotten my pie yet, nadeshiko...~

[multicoloredswords]

*sprays water at him*

Stubborn cat is stubborn.