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I dare you to kiss Junior.
Send “I dare you to kiss…” with a url/name and my muse will have to kiss that person on the lips.
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“… the Boss?” She’d never seen Junior, much less knew how to manage kissing them when the only time she’d been near is when she was blindfolded and at the mercy of her employer. “Alright– I’ve agreed to this, I’ll figure it out.”
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“Is that supposed to scare me, child?”
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It was all so familiar to her- the set up and the whole situation, she’d received a call and found herself all the more confused. The man on the line told her to be at a certain place, at a certain time- here and now- and hadn’t left her much as far as information otherwise. Her bomb was deactivated, her commlink to Waller was disabled-- they trusted her because her service was a choice. But this was also the perfect time to delve into, well, whatever this was.
Why live life if it wasn’t to the fullest?
She found herself in a basement-- it seemed so barren and cold, so wrong. Familiar scents tugging at her nostrils as she looked around. “Hello?” Her voice was meek feeling rather uneasy-- she had her blade in her jacket and her violin on her back; you could never be too safe. A few more steps in and she noticed a note- aside from the note the only thing that stood out was a wooden crate that she barely paid mind to as she knelt down to examine the paper.
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Send in ★ for my characters reaction to yours asking them where babies come from.
The question doesn’t really surprise her--On week 22 of her pregnancy, Artemis had reached the point of no turning back in terms of the size of her bump. Which, to the toddler she’d ‘borrowed’ from Peter had to be the weirdest thing in the world. And the only explanation adults had given her about her ‘aunts’ increasing mass was that there would soon be a baby... So, when Alex had finally asked her where babies where from, she was already prepared. Setting down the sandwich she’d been making for the little nugget, Artemis sits across from her. “Well, do you know how plants come from seeds?”
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Oh, good. The rain had been clearing up in this grungy, nighttime town where he’d found himself, but the air tasted terrible, and frankly, he was sure the people would, too. He had adopted a slightly more human disguise to hide amongst their ranks, simply so one wouldn’t alert the whole blasted community and have him run out under pain of being skewered.
However, this bag-wearing, hobbling individual caught his eye, if only for their bizarre gait. “...You’re looking a bit peaked, aren’t you?”
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Send me a ✉ and my muse will send yours a barrage of text messages.
[text]: Don’t come home tonight.[text]: Correction: Don’t come to my home.[text]: You will regret it.[text]: Very Much.
“When you’re alone, who cares for starlit skies?”
“But you’re not alone.”
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"I could always just kill them..."
“No.”
