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[bsaaoperativegrinder]

Gossip

Gossip: Do you sleep and tell?

"Depends on how much I really care about her finding out."

[bsaaoperativegrinder]

✢

Send me a ✢ for my muse's reaction to seeing yours standing on their doorstep soaking wet in the rain.

The TV was going, playing one of his movies, rather loudly at that. Of course it was some trashy horror flick he stole from Quint's collection, enough to give him a chuckle. He was mid laugh as he opened the door, his lips on the bore of his beer bottle. 

But he paused before he could sip, his eyes widening as he struggled to put his pieces back together. "Rachael? What are you doin' out here?" Gently enough, he put an arm loosely around her shoulders, ushering her inside. "If you wanted to come over, I could have picked you up." 

He sighed and unzipped his sweater, pulling it off and draping it around her. "C'mon, I'll get you some coffee or somethin'."

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3

For every " <3" I get I'll give tips on how to win my muse's heart.

[[ Freedom. He needs a lot of it. Especially when it comes to his best friend. He loves going out, he loves flattering women (even with no intent on doing more), and he always loves getting his fill of booze. The second he feels like he's being chained up and taken away from what he loves, he's gone.

He does need to learn limitations and to balance his time out better between relationships and partying, but he can't just be rushed into a cage. For someone with commitment issues, it's terrifying. ]]

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"Oh my god, I'm so sorry." Turns and leaves quickly, shielding her eyes.

Chortles softly, shaking his head and wiping droplets of soap that neared his eyes. "No worries, sweetheart."

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♚ - {could. not. resist. }

Send a ♚. Your character falls asleep on mine. What does mine do?

With Quint busy for the night, he had beginning to feel antsy. Sitting around all day, no one to talk to - he worked up a lot of those social butterflies that needed to flutter around and come out. The bar was his first idea, but he wasn't up for the inevitable heavy drinking that would take place. Instead, he had called Rachael up to chill with him, bonding over a few drinks and Quint's shitty movie collection. 

Keith hadn't noticed how drowsy she had become until the moment her head hit his shoulder. He supposed that it got boring as soon as he shut himself up, at least, that's what he liked to think. He laughed a little under his breath, tucking the stray hairs that had fallen into her face behind her ear. She'd always had a look of vulnerability about her, but even more so while she slept. It was cute. Carefully, he pulled his arm free and slung it over the back of the couch, letting her head rest against his chest while he finished the rest of the movie. 

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/for a flirt - and maybe this is how I see it - he isnt too pushy about it all. he's a sauve mofo

[[ Because pushy is obnoxious and everyone knows girls ain't into that. u v u Plus he grew up with girls, he knows a certain degree of respect. ]]

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[aquaticdelusion]

Where was he? What was this place? This place was actually buzzing with people wandering about. Laughing and talking, but Alex strayed from them; he'd seen this trick before. An illusion. He kept walking, making his way through small groups of people. Soon finding himself faced with nowhere else to run, and there stood a lithe, blond figure not too far from him.

"..Excuse me? Miss?"