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"Is that my shirt"
"It might be. It’s quite comfortable. I found it when I was cleaning the other day. I wouldn’t say it was your shirt anymore, because I’m not giving it back," Enola stated with a grin up at him from where she was sitting curled up in her chair.
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Name: Simon <3Ringtone: We Found Love ~ Forever the Sickest KidsPicture:
It was the first time in what seemed like weeks since they had been out. Real life always seemed to keep them apart, cases always took precedence over dates and such things. Finally, Simon had been able to take her out again. The restaurant was fairly quiet, but that hardly mattered. All that mattered was the fact they were finally able to sit down in the quiet again and not worry about finding mass murderers.
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[text:Simon] Simon, you should come spend Valentine's day at my place.
Your muse finds my muse crying in the snow. How do they react?
kiss
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4. Your muse walks in on mine eating ice-cream with their hands
Pregnancy often makes one do strange things. The movies didn’t cover about half the things Molly had found herself doing in the week of her first trimester. The cravings were the worst. All ready she had emptied the pantry and once again the little human inside her stomach wanted more.
"You’re a bottomless pit, you know that," she said to her stomach, searching through the refrigerator.
The taste in her mouth this time was familiar, it was soft, creamy, cold.
Ice cream.
When she came across the only tub in the house her eyes widened, a huge smile spreading across her face. She couldn’t wait for it to thaw out. She had to eat it right away. She stuck it in the microwave for a few seconds. She tapped her feet impatiently.
The microwave beeped. She pulled out the ice cream and began shoveling the vanilla treat into her mouth with her hands. She sat on the floor like a child with the tub in her arms. She heard the door open and looked up, her face covered with melted ice cream.
"Uh hello, dear," she said sheepishly.
[text: Simon] Darling, I have a case for you. If you are interested.
