#xivalry

[ssongjx-blog]

xivalry:

        Hello m’lady. Name’s Yixing alright it’s a pleasure to meet you as well. Don’t worry i’ll make sure to, as long as you do the same alright? We will don’t worry. I’ll see to that.

Pleasure meeting you, Yixing! /bows politely with a sly smile; Mhm, please do the same! It gets lonely and boring around here. /chuckles, nodding eagerly; Oh, and we can talk now! If you're free, that is ~

[sangwho]

`holds your hand in the gayest way possible;

Let go of me, you rodent.

[sujjin-blog]

xivalry replied to your post:`pinches the flesh of your cheeks gently between his thumb and index finger; well, aren't you just the cutest.

`backs up gracefully, raising his hands in surrender; alright alright, you got it. As long as you’re comfortable. `chuckles nonetheless, still wearing a small smile; Just wanted to stop by to say hi. And I guess I got a little carried away.

O-Oh. (` giving the other a smile back in return, the sides of her neck stiffened up as her lips stretched quite a little ) It's okay~ I'm sorry for my crude manners-- I-I just don't like being touched.

[sujjin-blog]

`pinches the flesh of your cheeks gently between his thumb and index finger; well, aren't you just the cutest.

(` she swatted the other’s hand away, pulling herself in a respectful distance before giving the other a small bow by dipping her head ) A-Ah— Please don’t.. Touch me..

[hyerixx]

@xivalry

Don't worry i will follow it, master {/chuckles'}

[ketsveki]

— ` j u d g e m e n t s

A large dark pair of sunglasses covered the woman's eyes as she perched herself down on a bench. It was always part of her routine to watch the masses and study them as they passed by, going on about their simple lives. Perhaps it was a trait that came with her training, but it was difficult feat to tell who was happy and who was feigning it by just watching them. Her leather gloved hands reached into the pocket of her jacket (the purpose of the gloves had been lost on many, since they were fingerless, but there was no way she wasn't going to flaunt her manicure) to pull out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Slipping a pale pink coloured cigarette between her red lips, she internally huffed when she felt the presence of someone sitting down beside her. If she had wanted company, she would have put a sign up that said so. Glancing at the stranger from the corner of her eye, she kept her attention focused on lighting the cigarette, a pool of smoke erupting from her lips once she had.

The sight of a slender white stick in his grasp caused a small laugh to bubble inside her, but never once did it reach the surface. "That'll kill you one day, mate," she muttered under her breath, her voice surely carrying just far enough for him to hear. It was part of her dark displaced humour, since she was smoking as well, but she was quite sure that would be lost on him. Not that she'd ever admit to having made a joke in the first place.