#xkresnik

[mabelkind-blog]

xkresnik liked this for a starter.

          "Eatable glitter exists and               I approve of the idea! "

[amarciasfinest]

loveless-siblings started following you

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xkresnik started following you

A whole bunch of people had begun to follow the girl-- of course it went to her head. "Whoa? All of you are here for lil ole me? How cool! I knew I was totally rad! What's up? The name's Pascal, but I'm sure you already knew that!" She chuckled-- oh dear, she really let it get to her head.

[seekerofcanaan]

          ❝ ... What about changing my hairstyle, today?               I want to tie up my hair differently.. ❞

 Unsure whether little caprice would be accepted & exerted by the elder, cerulean oculi  shifted their presences elsewhere else. Digits resumed fiddling throughout  honey locks cascading down her thin waist sitting down upon a seat.

[keyofkresnik]

⌆ ❧ ✑

✑ describe something they like without naming it

It’s round, about the size of her open palm. Golden, etched with little designs of gears. Well polished though numerous little nicks and scratches adorn its surface. On the inside are two hands against a complex backdrop, but the important things are the numbers. 10 o’clock is when the short hand is just a little above the nine and the longer hand is at the twelve. One of the only things she had of Daddy.

[mutualproof]

xkresnik started following mutualproof

"Your school called and told me what happened. You have anything to say for yourself?"

[housesharil]

Duval was a sprawling city, all back roads and alleyways twisting and turning in on themselves. Bars hidden in the walls, restaurants nestled in the corners, the occasional person reclined against the wall; it was built like a maze, unfriendly to those unaccustomed to the frequent turns and towering walls. Perhaps it had been a mistake, trying to maneuver the streets without a proper guide, though it seemed it was too late for that. So much for a walk to clear his head, what with the way everything seemed to crowd into the sky above him. It wasn't often that Cline ventured into bars, though he was certain he'd passed by the "Film Noir" more than four times at this point.

He stood dumbly at the door for a moment as his eyes adjusted to the low-hanging lamps and their warm light. It was a place to be taken in with a single sweep, small and intimate, not likely to be the sort of place many visitors happened upon. Dwelling not on how out of place he must have seemed, Cline slipped into an empty seat at the bar, relaxing into the hollow of the seat.

"Something to drink?" The bartender prompted. He realized then, that his knowledge of Elympion spirits was near non-existent.

"-- Anything you recommend?"

[tranquilproof-blog]

"No... No! NO! STOP!"

He doesn’t relent, smirking wickedly as he pins Ludger to the couch and tickles him till he begs for him to stop. “You have to ask nicely baby brother.” He teases.