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Just in case you needed some photos of Even giving advice to Ienzo...

Ienzo: http://zexion-number-vi.tumblr.com/

Even: Me!

Photographer: https://www.facebook.com/SarahNibleyPhotography/?fref=photo

"And so, child, that's when I learned that you just put a keyblade in the microwave. It just never works out in your favor."

"And so, child, that's when I learned that trying wearing high heels and fishnets while experimenting is simply not conducive to gathering results, contrary to popular belief."

"And so, child, that was when I realized that the horrors of mankind are brought on entirely by terrible fashion choices, hence the purple cravat."

And so, child, that was when I realized that Master Ansem never actually listened to my lab reports, he was counting down the minutes until he could run off to get more ice cream."

Bonus:

“Are you sure you’re tall enough to be...you know...a keyblade wielder and all?”

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Spin

Send me ‘Spin’ and see what you get: 3rd Person gets: Make out session

"This isn’t… necessary… Just so that you are aware…"

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Moan"

Send me “Moan” and I’ll generate a number! Three: Your muse owns mine for two days.

"Do your worst…"

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♫

Hotel California - The Eagles

There was a hotel, miles from any living human, and a day or so away from any town. It wasn't just any normal hotel though, it would vanish and then reappear whenever someone like the previous owners drove past. Another rumor was that it was enchanted, if you smelled the food coming from it, you automatically grew tired and felt the need to stop at said hotel.

Demyx hadn't believed in the rumors, until he happened to be driving down said highway, and a smell of warm sugar cookies hit him. The road dimmed, and the next thing he knew, he was in a hotel lobby, room keys in hand. Something flashed in the corner of his vision, a silverish blur, followed by whispered voices. It flashed again, on the other side. 

This place spooked him out. He put the keys down on the desk, noticing there was nobody there to check him out. The door was locked, and something seemed to be watching him from the shadows around the walls. 

"Who is there?" He called out, voice echoing in the abandoned hotel. A figure stepped out, cloaked in black with hair covering one eye, something from a dream long ago. 

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zexion-numbervi started following

"You look like my daddy." Olive said, looking at the new stranger with one of her eyes hidden so he couldn't see it wandering, "Who are you/?"

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OOC: I Need Sleep

((Goodnight all!! Zexion, friend, go ahead and leave whatever you need to in my ask box. I'll read it when I'm awake, I promise. I'm not leaving you -hugs-))

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★

Send me a ★ and i’ll answer…

"I do not see why you are interested in such information, but I suppose I shall indulge you, VI."

If we kissed:

[x] This wouldn’t happen.

[x] Oh disgusting.

[] Again, again.

[] Kiss you back.

[] Let’s take this to the bedroom.

[x] Slap/Push you away.

If you asked me out I’d say:

[x] Um no.

[] YES.

[] ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.

Can we cuddle?:

[x] No.

[] Ew.

[] Sure.

[] YES.

Sex?:

[] Let’s do it.

[] No. You can’t handle my D.

[] FUCK YES.

[x] No.

Should you reblog this?:

[] Yes. I want to send you one.

[] Yes.

[] No.

[x] If you’d like to~

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8 Entered into the Moonlight

Forgiving-My-Sins

Prideofasoldier

Zexion-Numbervi

Childofthemoonlight

Lunar-Diviner-Saix

Valaguavalentine

Avaliantqueen

Destined-Heart

Yet even more newcomers, and two copies of himself...? The newcomers he could handle, but seeing himself as another being was, to say the least, unnerving. He wasn't, of course, going to act as such. No, he would act as if this was commonplace.

"It seems as though the steady stream of intruders shall not cease... Why are you here?"