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01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?
02: Who did you last say “I love you” to?
03: Do you regret anything?
04: Are you insecure?
05: What is your relationship status?
06: How do you want to die?
07: What did you last eat?
08: Played any sports?
09: Do you bite your nails?
10: When was your last physical fight?
11: Do you like someone?
12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?
13: Do you hate anyone at the moment?
14: Do you miss someone?
15: Have any pets?
16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?
17: Ever made out in the bathroom?
18: Are you scared of spiders?
19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?
20: Where was the last place you snogged someone?
21: What are your plans for this weekend?
22: Do you want to have kids? How many?
23: Do you have piercings? How many?
24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)?
25: Do you miss anyone from your past?
26: What are you craving right now?
27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?
28: Have you ever been cheated on?
29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?
30: What’s irritating you right now?
31: Does somebody love you?
32: What is your favourite color?
33: Do you have trust issues?
34: Who/what was your last dream about?
35: Who was the last person you cried in front of?
36: Do you give out second chances too easily?
37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?
38: Is this year the best year of your life?
39: How old were you when you had your first kiss?
40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked?
51: Favourite food?
52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?
53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?
54: Is cheating ever okay?
55: Are you mean?
56: How many people have you fist fought?
57: Do you believe in true love?
58: Favourite weather?
59: Do you like the snow?
60: Do you wanna get married?
61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?
62: What makes you happy?
63: Would you change your name?
64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?
65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?
66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?
67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?
68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?
69: Do you believe in soulmates?
70: Is there anyone you would die for?
Aisaka instantly pulled her arm back and quickly pulled down her sleeve as she avoided eye contact, her cheeks heating up in embarrassment. "...i-im sorry-! It's not you. It's just that...I don't like people seeing them."
Hey guys! So sorry I haven't been active lately, been very caught up with rehearsals and practicing for my play. I hope to be active again soon and hope you guys aren't mad at me for never responding! lol
update: i got hit by a telephone pole while i was driving! so now my car is totaled and my insurance is being shitty! and i'm also in the hospital for a broken arm!
Hey guys! So sorry I haven't been active lately, been very caught up with rehearsals and practicing for my play. I hope to be active again soon and hope you guys aren't mad at me for never responding! lol
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Send ‘i licked you so you are mine now’ for my muse’s reaction.
Niragi's eyes narrowed at the other after hearing his words and after watching him for a few moments he decided the other was drunk. "You shouldn't go around and lick people while you're drunk. Someone might think you're trying to get with them." He said while he leaned his rifle against his other shoulder. The militant's mood was somewhat decent so he had decided to let the other get away with this for once.
"I'm not drunk," he said, drawling out his words in a complaint. "Fuck off." Enkai was very obviously drunk--eyes half-lidded, a rare smile accompanying it. Stereotypical stupid drunk, but he looked content.
Niragi just rolled his eyes as the younger male insisted that he wasn't drunk. "I think you're the one that needs to fuck off because you go around licking people." The militant said followed by an snort. He could deal with someone drunk and maybe it would be entertaining after all.
Enkai shrugged dramatically. "Maybe I like licking people. Maybe I do it when I'm sober, too." His smug smile faltered, for a second. "I mean--I'm sober right now. So. Very obvious."
On a walk. Basic, he knew, but valid, nonetheless--it was evening. The later type, where there were still too many people partying, but away--near the pool, with alcohol and music blasting so loud you could feel your heartbeat align to the bass.
There were, of course, scattered loners by themselves, or occasionally the batshit couple making out by a dumpster. Enkai averted his eyes and continued his perimeter of the former hotel.
A few people stumbled back from games, none faces he recognized, nor cared about. However, of course, there was always an odd.
He'd talked to Aisaka a few times, admittedly. Enjoyed it, too--although Enkai would never say it out loud, she was a comfortable person to be in the presence of. And there she was, staggering back from the game she'd very obviously been participating in.
Enkai wasn't blessed with godly sight, but.. she didn't look the best. Battered, a bit--losing blood, at worst. Not like she was dying, probably, but it caught his attention.
"What happened to you?" he asked, masking interest with disgust, once Aisaka had neared. He'd met her halfway, creeping up behind her--well, not creeping, just.. walking up to her. In the dark. Without her seeing him.
Aisaka has just come back from a game, a spades game. Which wasn't her speciality. She sucks at spades games.
Aisaka just walked- well limped out one of the beaches cars. She had sprained her ankle and she had blood dripping down her face, she had a cut across her left eyebrow.
She is wearing a green hoodie and denin shorts, her beige messenger bag, heely shoes and of course, her white headphones to block out the noises of partying of the beach.
Aisakas hoodie was torn a little especially on her right sleeve, it had also being soaked with a little blood and her legs had a few bruises on it. Overall her injuries weren't bad, she'd be fine once they were treated to.
She just headed back to her room, limping as she held her headphones on her head- she just wanted to go treat her wounds and sleep.
"Hey," he repeated, voice a bit harsher--ensuring she'd heard him. Enkai assumed she hadn't ignored him, but... you could never know. He grabbed her arm, enough to get her attention, not enough to hurt.
When he pulled Aisaka to face him, his hand recoiled from her arm, as if she'd bitten him, or as if he wasn't familiar with it. He had some.. odd reactions.
Slowly, gently, he raised his hands to her head and removed the white headphones. Off of her ears, so she could hear him, and placed them around her neck.
"You look like shit," he said bluntly. "What happened?"
Aisaka just let out a small yelp type noise when she was pulled to face Enkai. She just looked up at him, her head slightly tilted to the side. Aisaka hadn't heard him the first time or second time- as cause of those headphones. They're noise cancelling headphones and she has them on constantly.
Once she felt him remove her headphones, her cheeks just burned red, as she just shyly smiled at him.
"Feel like it too...Oh..you know? spades game." She said quietly, fidgeting with her glasses which she is now holding in her hands. "I suck at spades games. I'm not..that athletic."
She winces from the pain, probably in her ankle as she had probably sprained it. "Oh- is it okay if I go and get myself cleaned up?"
"No. You're only going to hurt yourself more. I doubt you even know how to take care of that properly."
He looked uncertain, as if he was considering something in his head. After a moment, he exhaled softly, expression mirroring one of decision.
"I'll help you. Come on," Enkai mumbled, wrapping an arm around her shoulder to help her walk. "Favor your other side. If you stress this foot, it'll make it worse."
Slowly, he started guiding her to the entrance--one of the back doors.
A confused expression spread across Aisaka's face, her hands infront of her stomach, still holding her glasses.
"..hey- I do actually...I think. I mean I've being getting by pretty well."
Aisaka looked up at him, her cheeks heating up even more at the idea- why did this have to occur now? Why couldn't this have waited until she looks and feels a little better?
"...i- okay. That's okay with me." She muttered quietly, flinching slightly when she felt him arm across her shoulder, but soon she adjusted to the feeling of him close to her.
"Is this okay? Are you okay? I mean...are you okay with this?" She just kept rambling, which is a nervous habit of hers.
"Would I have offered if I wasn't?" he asked, after a beat of hesitation.
"Don't worry about it," Enkai mumbled, refusing to meet her eyes--facing forward and declining the urge to look at her.
"Plus. I don't want you hurt," he added. The dark hid the embarrassment on his face. His tone was...mostly nonchalant. Part of it revealed a softness, a glimpse outside of the rough edges.
He cleared his throat, opening the door for her with his free arm, the other helping guide her inside.
"...i don't know- maybe you were doing it to be nice and then regretted it?" She muttered under her breath, just loud enough for him to hear.
"Oh? Do you care about me or something?" She said, a cheeky grin appearing on her face as she put her hand up to the cut on her face as it just kept bleeding.
Once they were inside the beach, they just wandered down the hall, trying to find the room where they keep the medical supplies, Once they found it, Aisaka sat down on a chair in the room as she removed one of her shoes- so Enkai could treat her ankle easier.
"Don't overthink things. Of course I care about you," he said dumbly, the words slipping out before he thought them through.
Again, his face burned red in embarrassment. Think before you speak.
Enkai kneeled in front of Aisaka. His cold fingers ghosted her ankle, frowning. "Sprained," he muttered. "How'd you manage that?"
From the first aid box, he grabbed a roll of bandages--unwrapping and swathing her ankle in them, to compress it. He sighed, as he gently pressed the coban in on itself to mold it to her foot. "I'll get you ice in a moment."
He stood up again, leaning over her to examine her eyebrow--face abnormally close, eyes scrutinizing the cut. Pulling away for just a moment, Enkai grabbed a bottle. Antiseptic cream.
She said with a small hum, before rolling her sock down so he could get a better look at her ankle, it's all bruised and swallowen, and it's definitely sprained. "I think...I was running and my ankle like went to the side, if you know what I mean..."
She just placed her hands on her lap, before she moved one up to hold her arm where the hoodie had torn. Her cheeks were still red as she nodded.
"Um...okay." She said quietly, but when she felt the antiseptic cream on her cut she hissed before chewing her lip as she felt tears prick her eyes.
He wasn't gone long. When he got back, he had a towel, folded.
"Ice," he explained, and he bent down in front of Aisaka again, pressing it against her ankle. It wasn't overbearingly cold, as it had a layer between the bagged ice and her skin--but cold enough.
❛ promises are just words, meaningless and easily broken. ❜
"well,yes of course they are. What are they good for? Absolutely nothing. They're not worth the pain people go through to keep them. In a way,you could see promises as just illusions. Like love,hate,sadness- those are illusions too. Kaleidostopic images that repeat throughout one's whole life,only to be shattered or broken like trust. Some people find them funny, I dont- it's not shocking I Guess? What do you think about emotion,dear?"
"Promises are hard to keep, I guess. I think a lot of people here make them a little too easily, thinking they can keep them."
Enkai paused.
"Just today, actually. A boy promised me he wouldn't die. And look, he never came back from his game. Why make a promise if you can't keep it? Why spread emotion if it doesn't... stick?"
He sighed, then, looking over at her. "We're alike in that sense. Truly, we are."
"That was unexpected. Do you have a spare shirt I can borrow?"
Sex Dressed Starters
Enkai coughed, averting his eyes in embarrassment. "Yeah, no, I--you can borrow whatever. Whatever fits. Do try not to make it too... obvious. I don't want any, well.. rumors."
Send ‘i licked you so you are mine now’ for my muse’s reaction.
Niragi's eyes narrowed at the other after hearing his words and after watching him for a few moments he decided the other was drunk. "You shouldn't go around and lick people while you're drunk. Someone might think you're trying to get with them." He said while he leaned his rifle against his other shoulder. The militant's mood was somewhat decent so he had decided to let the other get away with this for once.
"I'm not drunk," he said, drawling out his words in a complaint. "Fuck off." Enkai was very obviously drunk--eyes half-lidded, a rare smile accompanying it. Stereotypical stupid drunk, but he looked content.
Enkai,Hey! Secret mrs.claus here! Not so secret anymore. Anyway, Upon your request I found some books that could suit your taste.. Having read them,I can assure they're both beautiful Just like you. Now run along,have fun darling. Merry Christmas.
(-KO♦️)
((merry Christmas,i love your blog.! Carpe Diem♦️-mun))
Oh--I have to say, I wasn't expecting it to be you. Thank you, though.. I'll definitely check them out.
"Well, that was unexpected. Do you have a spare shirt I can borrow?"
"Is that my sock? How did it end up there?"
"Don't answer the door! I'll grab something to wear."
"Note to self: invest in a more discreet office space."
"You're not seriously suggesting I walk out like this, are you?"
"Did I just hear someone coming up the stairs? Quick, find my pants!"
"I never thought I'd be doing the walk of shame in broad daylight."
"You know, your neighbors probably think we're filming a low-budget romance movie."
"That was worth being late to the meeting, right?"
"I hope my boss doesn't notice the lipstick on my collar."
"Is this your idea of a quick exit strategy?"
"Why is it so hard to find matching shoes in a hurry?"
"I think I left my dignity somewhere between the bed and the front door."
"Who knew trying to put on a tie in record time could be so challenging?"
"We might need to invest in a better spot for next time."
"This is why I should never let you convince me to play hooky from work."
"I didn't plan on attending the morning staff meeting with last night's mascara on."
"The things we do for spontaneity."
[ZIPPING]: The sender quickly zips up the receiver's dress as they both try to look presentable.
[HIDING]: The sender and/or receiver dive under a blanket to shield themselves from an unexpected visitor.
[HUNT]: The sender and receiver scramble to find the missing clothes scattered around the room.
[FIX]: The sender helps the receiver fix their messy hair, attempting to make it look less disheveled.
[CHECKING]: The sender and receiver discreetly check each other for any visible signs of the encounter.
[PEEK]: The sender and receiver cautiously peek through the window to see if anyone is approaching.
[EXIT]: The sender and receiver plan their exit strategy from the room without attracting attention.
[LIPSTICK]: The sender tries to discreetly wipe off lipstick from the receiver's collar.