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There are magic anons here, and I noticed Tar has one, so I was hoping I could be yours! :3 -Pastel!Anon
“Oh, uh,” Melodie said with an unsure laugh. “I think you might be confused. Magic Anons are spells...sorta. They can be...a pain in the ass at times depending on what they make you do.”
Can I be your magic anon? -Pastel!Anon
Melodie blinked, cocking her skull to one side.
“Erm, not sure what you mean.”
((Mun is sick so my muses are speaking to me but they sound like they are talking through mouthfuls of cotton and her underwater a mile away. Guess I’ll make their Pokémon teams in the meantime to distract myself))
*hugs* -Pastel!Anon
Melodie, a reddish tint coming to her cheekbones, gently hugs the anon, patting their back.
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Melodie watched Vivi sceptically as she answered her. Convinced she wasn’t just pulling her leg she looked back down at her game. Alone. She had been alone for so long she didn’t know how to NOT be alone. She was crap as thinking about anyone other than herself at this point. Caring about someone is what had gotten her killed after all.
“Yeah well…I don’t know…If you need help with something…Let me know. I’m not gonna just leech of you guys.” Her offer to stay…she knew it was kind but damn did it sting. It made real the fact that she had no where else to go. Sad, really. Not even a grave to haunt.
“Enough with the sappy stuff,” she said, clearing her nine existant throat. “So…are you and Lewis…you guys a thing?”
Vivi had intended to reassure her that while she’d be welcome to help however she pleased, that she was by no means obligated to, and she wasn’t a leech no matter what, but the next sentence stopped her cold. The sudden gear change in conversation topic was nearly enough to give Vivi whiplash— Melodie was proving to be very adept at keeping her in her toes.
“Lewis and I—“ she sucked air through her teeth. “Thaaaaat’s… complicated at the moment.” An understatement if there ever was one.
“We used to be. And he still means the world to me, but— things are different between us than they used to be. I’m– not sure what we are now.”
Melodie sat up a little, more engaged now that the topic wasn’t on her.
“Wow, that sucks,” she said simply. She rested her skull on her hands. “Sorry, I just...caught a vibe. Doesn’t take a rocket scientist to guess his death or whatever caused it is what’s causing the trouble.”
(still to Tar) I mean like... like-like? I am sure there is *someone* out there.
Tar blinked, feeling his face grow hot and fumbling with his fingers. “O-oh, um, no, no one like that,” he mumbled. “I mean...no,” he said, shaking his head.
Melodie is so cute!! Can Pastel!Anon (me) hug her??? Please?????
Melodie blinked at the anon, a blush coming to her face, shocked by the enthusiastic compliments. She looked away, crossing her arms and fidgeting.
“U-um, Yeah. Sure.”
Tar, do you have anyone you like very much?
Tar rubbed his neck shyly, a small smile playing at his lips.
“W-Well, I mean, I like my friends very much.”
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(wimp anon) Fine... Then let me touch these muscles you have?
Midas chuckled, using a finger to coax them closer.
“By all means darling.”
"Tar? I ah- have this magic thing happening. And I kinda gotta- kiss. Lewis alternates. All the ones I've met. So ah. Would- would you be okay with me maybe kissing your hand or something?"
Tar found himself blushing so hard he was at a loss for words. His golden heart was jumping around like a jackrabbit.
“Oh u-um, yes those magic spells are t-troublesome at times...” He knew that on a personal level. He looked down at his tar covered hand, grimacing before holding it out timidly.
“...I’m sorry I’m...a mess.” He cleared his throat, looking away. He was silent before adding, almost in a whisper. “It’s good to see you...”
How the hell was he supposed to kiss this glitter-bombed, sad excuse for a gold disco ball? He didn't even want to *look* at him, let alone put his mouth anywhere near him. "Midas?" He called out. Maybe if he could find him he could just like- blow a kiss across the room and leave. Then he wouldn't have to listen to him a second longer than necessary.
Midas had yet to deal with his unresolved feelings towards Arthur and was more than happy to appear at his call. Although, he did choose to appear behind him in a menacing and deadly fashion.
“Arrthhuuuurrrr,” he purred, a large hand coming down on his shoulder with bone-crushing force. “It has been ffaaarrrr toooooo loonnnggggggg.”
Midas ya stink worse than cheese
Midas looked down at the wheel of cheese, sneering.
“That is saying something considering the foul odor you are giving off.”
(wimp anon) Not sure. Maybe bench pressing me? Maybe holding me down and seeing if I can get up? Maybe holding me while I hold a huge barrel or a TV?
Midas chuckled, stepping a little closer to the stranger, his grin growing.
“Pinning you down? Holding you close? Something tells me this is all a ruse to earn my very close, and personal, attention darling.”