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“Oi, stranger. Ya know where the nearest inn is?”

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@whitelightningstand
“Oi, stranger. Ya know where the nearest inn is?”
│🍒│ Kakyoin tried to hide his predicament as much as possible. A green beanie was pulled over his head, and he wore a long trenchcoat ( of course, that he’d taken from Jotaro ), even though it was the middle of summer. He was sweating up a storm, but there was no way he was going to let anyone else see him like this. It was humiliating for one, and two, someone might freak out and things would get out of hand.
He was hoping this was some kind of sick stand attack. In the night, he’d somehow found himself with cat ears and a tail. Humiliating.
Turning down an alleyway, Kakyoin continued to search for his attacker, tail tip flicking in annoyance against his own will. When would this torment end?
@whitelightningstand
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“Just don’t let me die alone, okay?”
Mohammed’s vision was slightly blurry but but even through the haze, he could still see her. She was beautiful as ever and all he wanted in that moment was the strength to raise his hand and just touch his strong hand to her delicate pale cheek.
This isn’t how it was supposed to end. Avdol had evaded death so many times- he was supposed to live. He had promised to always protect her, and now this was it? IT was a cop-out in his eyes. And he didn’t want to accept it- but his rapid blood loss and fading consciousness dictated otherwise.
There future was dying with him, and Avdol felt the weight of that when his eyes met her own sparkling eyes.
“I’m sorry...”
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((Alright, let’s get this show on the road! The song my playlist threw out was....oh mylanta, “22″ by Taylor Swift. This is going to be a test for sure, haha~))
It had been a long day. There was nothing more to be said on the matter than just that. He was on edge and in need of something to lighten his mood before he went home to put his head on his pillow. It was a long shot, but he hit up a local club that had been “jumping” as of late. When he walked through the doors, the music was loud and the crowd was not exactly what he called his own, but he took a seat at a random table all the same and tried to get into the spirit of things. What am I doing here...? Seriously.
whitelightningstand said: (Gives out little nail care kits)
lord knows you all need it
tefechi said: not even saltine crackers?
i think people would remember the saltine cracker house...
"Spit it out!"
The drunk man slurred, eyes aglaze and a grin plastered on his lips. “I dream of cows.”
"I see someone's happy to see me."
“Oh hush you.” He rolled his eyes and moved over to take her waist. “Come here, kiddo.”