Jun 30, 2015
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Send me a ⌘ to hear what my muse’s last words to yours would be.
“Why have you always been better than me?”
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Send me a ⌘ to hear what my muse’s last words to yours would be.
“Why have you always been better than me?”
the-impulse replied to your post:Wait, you don't RP NSFW things with Impulse? Maybe...
( REDHANDED.)
((ooc; DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED--))
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“Woah. Nice job, Bart. It took me months to be able to make vortexes like that.”
the-impulse replied to your post:#48
“Liiiieeesss!”
“Bart. Unless you’ve been hiding out in the hamper you wouldn't know if I sing in the shower or not.”
”If you hold still, it won't hurt as much!”
Send ”If you hold still, it won’t hurt as much” to patch up a wound on my muse
Thad hisses and squirms slightly as Bart presses the alcohol soaked cloth against the large gash on his side. The other injuries he sustained looked like scratches compared to it. Thankfully too. His body was busy healing away, but the gash was just healing too slow for him, which left him asking for Bart’s help. He needed to make sure it was at the least cleaned and sterilized before he was bandaged up.
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Send me a ▲ for my muse to wake up to yours climbing through their bedroom window.
Thad lifts his head from his pillow at the rattling of the window. At first he had thought it was just a strong wind, but when he heard it rattle a second time now with muttering he bolted awake. Staring into the darkness of his room he recognized the familiar silhouette. “Bart?!” He hissed angrily. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” He demanded still lying in bed. He wasn’t going to help the idiot through the window at all. He deserved to get stuck. Thad hoped he would.
-RUFFLE-
Send me “Ruffle” For my muses reaction to your muse randomly coming up and running their fingers through mines hair.
“Hey! HEY! Knock it off, Bart!” The blonde yelled as his hair became disheveled with each speedy hand in his hair. Quickly Thad puts him in a tight headlock and begins to ruffle his hair harshly.
"OOoops!"
Send me ‘oops’ for my muse’s reactions to yours ‘accidentally’ throwing flour on them.
Thad turned around to look Bart straight in the eye, flour falling from his head and shoulders. Grabbing the bag of flour from him, Thad tips the rest of it’s contents over Bart’s own head before shoving the bag onto him as well. “Whoops.”