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[vremennyy]

I've been out of it for a while and I feel really bad for not being here but I'll be making a come back. Maybe right now since I have a few things to do but who knows. I'm sorry for having been absent for so long.

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Sorry I haven't been here the past few days. I got sick all of a sudden and haven't been able to do anything. I am recovering though so hopefully I can come back soon.

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"Oh, you’ve made your point perfectly clear.”

Of all the things that bother him the most in situations like this, it is Archer’s cool demeanor that truly infuriates him. Just how he manages to stay neutral in the face of immediate danger is beyond him, and whilst Proton finds it quite an admirable trait at times, it only serves to antagonize him further in this present moment… So much so, in fact, that his blood is practically boiling as gloved fingers find themselves twisted in the neatly-ironed fabric of his so-called ‘leader’s shirt.

He isn’t used to this. Any normal person would react somehow — rage, terror, nerves, laughter… 

Practically anything would be better than the calm, passive murmurings he’s received in response to his advances, and so it is his need to control the situation that has him forcibly shove the other back against the surface of that Arceus-damned desk that he loves so much, only too happy to smear those pristine clothes into the dust that he’d been wiping away only moments earlier. 

"I hear a little role reversal can be healthy for people in the workplace, so let’s see just how you like being beneath someone else for a change.” 

—Because Giovanni’s prolonged absence has clearly gone straight to his head.

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♚ — His mouth opened to ask if his point had been made clear, get a genuine answer than the anger filled spit he received. Archer's pushed his buttons a little too much but not that he cared. He never cared. Not in other situations. Interrogations, filing work, patrolling the building. He's never once batted an eye at doing any of that work.

♚ — But when Proton's gloved fingers wind into the front of his shirt, his eyebrows knit together for a moment and he's glancing from that hand back to its owner and back down to the hand. That shove that forces him back, presses him to the surface of the desk he works on makes the Executive's heart beat quicker. An evident worry flashes in Archer's eyes, even if his face is still void of any other expression, the way his eyes dart from Proton's hand back to the younger Executive's face being twisted by vexation. 

♚ — "And just what do you plan on doing with that thought in mind?" A hand raises and pushes against the other's chest, "You don't honestly think you can do something." His words are nothing but a bluff, as its evident Proton is capable of doing something. Especially with the amount of anger he's been shown already. It's made his heart beat quicken, nearly stirring a panic in his chest but he had to stay calm.

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I want  h o n e s t  opinions about how I portray my character. If there’s a constructive criticism, I’d like to read it. If you’re too shy to say it, you can tell it with the anon on. 

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Tell me about my Archer.

[hekacute-deactivated20141230]

I touch myself whenever I think about you. More specifically, I rub my temples because I get a headache because you’re awful. 

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HE'S GREAT I LITERALLY CANNOT DEAL WITH HIM I MEAN AAAA CAN I JUST SIT HERE AND RUB HIM AGAINST MY FACE Y/Y????

I’m so glad that people like him???? And Yes You can rub him against your face.

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punk-priestess replied to your post:Tell me about my Archer.

dont get me started on ur archer. Your characterization is on point, like hella on point. I adore seeing your threads pop up on my dash, too. Like. hot diggity dog, yo.

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Tell me about my Archer.

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when ur muse is just so in love with another muse that it’s ridiculous

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I want  h o n e s t  opinions about how I portray my character. If there’s a constructive criticism, I’d like to read it. If you’re too shy to say it, you can tell it with the anon on. 

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"Hey there." oops my finger just s l i p p e d.

Send "Hey there" to pin my character against the wall and kiss them.

♚ — "Proton, what on—," The wind is practically knocked from his lungs when the other Executive presses his palms against his chest, pushing him a little roughly into a wall. Fingers are wound in the front of his white uniform, holding him tightly, closely as Proton leaned in and took Archer's lips with his own. 

♚ — Teal eyes widen slightly, watching the green haired male before him look almost pleased with himself. Teeth nipping his bottom lip and the hands in his shirt's front holding tighter and pulling him closer. Crushing their lips harder together with more force that it gets Archer to push his hands against Proton's chest. A light shove his given but there's no other effort made to make the other move, only waiting for him to be satisfied with himself for kissing Team Rocket's current leader.

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Send "Hey there" to pin my character against the wall and kiss them.

[vremennyy]

♚ — "Politics."