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[thelazyeditor-archive]

@tsumugudere​ said: 👄 - kisses my muse gently

Touch Starved Prompts

                 It was rare that he was this soft, so he was going to take advantage of it as he kissed back, hands loosely wrapped around his waist.

[thebloomingrosefamily]

@tsumugudere​: x

{📓}; She stirs in her sleep a bit when she felt someone touching her before hearing the unfamiliar voice.

Opening her eyes slowly to reveal the Cerulean colors, she tries to focus on whoever the stranger was, dazed from her sleep.

It was then that she finally realized she was not where she was supposed to be and begins to panic while looking around.

“Wha--! Where am I!? H-how did I get here!?”

[okinachic]

tsumugudere liked your post “starter call?”

 “Alright.” Being the only one in the garage, there was no choice but to greet the customer, but there is no smiles and there is a air of shut up on him. 

 “How can I help you.”

[artificeheart-a]

♡ / @tsumugudere​: “what the hell happened to you?”

❝WHAT HASN’T?❞ His response is bitter, it is quiet, as he holds a towel to the cut on his fingers. There is a knife on the cutting board left on the counter & droplets of blood stain it & the carrots he had been trying to cut up.  ❝I was cooking, I cut myself. Nothing interesting.❞

[otomates-a]

@tsumugudere​ !

               “You can open your eyes. I'm not going to drop you.”  An anomaly : time itself seems to have stopped around them, a tragedy in the making frozen in place as he stares equal parts in amusement and comfort at the man whose arm he’d lunged forward to grab just in time to keep him from slipping over the rails. Human tourist spots were so fascinating to him ... so much mischief and chaos during certain parts of the day, but he’s sure no one wanted to see someone get nudged off the side of an incline, regardless of how long or short the drop was. Without warning, he jerks the stranger forward, reaching out to latch onto him with both arms, if only to make sure he’s steady. The second that he has him in his grasp, steadying him, the world bursts back to life. People start moving again, the sounds of screaming and loud talking breaking the deafening silence that had been there a moment before. He pretends not to notice, as all the onlookers continue moving as if nothing had happened at all.  “Seeeeee? That was a close one, but it’s okay!”  He moves his hands from his arms to his shoulders and pushes him back slightly, enough to lean forward and meet his gaze.  “You are okay, right?“

[hhemeraa-a]

NonVerbal (accepting)

@tsumugudere asked : [ fix ] ( c'mere myles u butt )

[ fix ] for your muse to treat mine’s injury 

        There were few things Myles truly feared. Many things that made him uneasy, but feared? A rare feat for a man who took lives on the regular and did unspeakable acts with benign indifference, yet hospitals were places that made his blood run cold, turned composed man absolutely feral at the thought of being brought to one, but being forced to spend six months in one would do that to a man. 

       Tattoo’d right hand held left wrist in a death grip, the trembling only muted due to the pressure though it did little to help the out pour of blood coming from his palm. Red liquid was warm and dripped effortlessly down chill fingers onto the alleyway floor, giving an unfortunate red spotted path that lead right to wounded man. It needed more than just a bandaid or cold water, but options were limited given his own hang ups and there was but one man who could help, but that would require a phone call, which, given the situation, was rather difficult. Breath hissed between teeth out of frustration, but even more so when he hears a familiar voice. 

       “Don’t you have somewhere to be that isn’t here?” there’s a venom in his voice that he rarely uses, wounded animal ready to bite but even using the energy he had to condemn Tsugumu made him wince in pain. “I don’t have time to fight with you, so why don’t you head home.”

[icyrule]

@tsumugudere​ “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“What I look at is none of your concern, particularly when posters are intended for people to look at. Did you think I was staring at you?” he genuinely asked, though the idea of doing that didn’t appeal to him - and that was written plainly across his face.

[okinachic]

tsumugudere liked your post “kacha!!!!  starter call for the night job part of Oki? make sure your...”

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  “Welcome to Full Service Spa.”