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"If you continue your attempts at flirting, I will be forced to take DRASTIC measures."

"I like watching you from behind."

"Stunning deduction sherlock."

*demonic voice* "by the darkest sun that casts its menacing rays of the furthest madness, we sense your intentions, (name). the gibbering of mad cultists whisper wicked words to temporal winds, they inform us that you are not to be trusted. Usurper. Usurper."

"USURPER!"

"I've heard a lot about you and your extensive collection of tank tops, like I'm thinking about getting like 10 more."

"Calm down little dude."

"the fear of drowning is a primal one. it's a feeling of helplessness, of losing all control. struggling against an inevitable fate as your lungs fill with water..."

"I don't need a piece of paper to tell me how to swim or how to fuck Dean Winchester."

"You know I had a dream like this once, you surprisingly had more clothes on, though, at least at the start."

"ten bucks says he dies."

"I'm gonna go run my feelings off."

"Yeah it didn't work out... for them."

"I have to go scream confusing, end-of-the-world ramblings at people under the freeway."

"I feel like I should argue this, but the potential for implied sexual antics is far too appealing."

"do not be alarmed! I am about to be hilarious."

"Maybe you should stop dragging me to these rap battles then!"

"I WANT YOU TO SHARE THE THINGS IN MY LIFE THAT ARE IMPORTANT TO ME!"

"I was under the impression there would be implied sexual antics, time to take matters into my own hands!"

"This feels a little exploitative."

"I need a soda. Or therapy. Probably both."

"Yeah it started because K-pop concert security is tougher than it looks but I just got hooked on the feeling of crushing someones face in with a solid right cross."

"sHHSHHshhshhhhh shut up shut up! shh I SMELL BOYS BEING GAY."

"Excuse me I am trying to scream my feelings into your mouth!"

"That wasn't hot... it was just fucking weird..."

"It's not what I would have you in, but I do appreciate beauty in all its many forms. mostly that cute booty though."

"hey, the heart wants what the heart wants."

"It may be hard to believe, but recently I lost the ability to read."

"Just because you can't read the words, doesn't mean you can't enjoy the book in a different way."

"boom! done. advice over. let's go get shitfaced!"

"Alright I brought the bitch-board for (name)."

"Alright let's call it what it is, a sissy paddle."

"calm down (name) we weren't talking about your internet search history."

"MY SWEET BABY SWAM!"

"didn't we make a pact to stop her from doing this weeb shit?"

"this better not be anymore or (name)'s weird porn!"

"Please call the police, because I look so good in this it should be against the law! uh, don't actually call the police though, I WILL incriminate all of you."

"Yeah but didn't they train on those islands where all those teenagers were killed? ...and those witch burnings happened? ...and all that toxic waste was spilled?"

"if you die, I get fired and I like this job. people don't ask questions here."

"fish-men walk among us. conquerers of land, BORN FROM THE OCEAN--"

"I don't need him to make weird pornography, I have prawns for that."

"Finally moving out, son? I'd like to say it's been fun. I'd like to. But I won't."

"hey check me out! I'm on a bout!"

"Sit down and stop making 2009 references!"

"nah, I scream enough at the unforgiving void of space."

"DON'T STEAL MY BONES!"

"You know, the ocean goblin? He lives in the ocean and if you don't brush your teeth he steals your bones."

"Ok I'm done for the day. If anyone needs me I'm gonna be in the tent looking at weird porn."

"Hey, you miss every ball you don't hit."

"You say 'you people' like you're not part of the family. I've got some news for you, you're already on the christmas card."

"You think these antics would fly at the german club?"

"brush your teeth, kid."

"Can you hear it? the ocean... it wants blood."

"I'm the best damn shot we've got."

"You know, when I was a kid, before my dad got hit by that train, he said, '(name) don't let your friends swim out into the ocean and get stranded on the haunted island of camp kill-a-teen.' and here we are... stranded on the... haunted island of camp kill-a-teen..."

"that's fair."

"hey tweedle-dee and tweedle-dumbass!"

"It's fine, baby, if you get scared you can squeeze my hand."

"now let's make like scooby-doo and split up to find a clue."

"In 1991 a case was discovered where a man had the remains of over fifteen victims hidden in his apartment, over 40% of which were stored within his refrigerator. do you know how unsanitary that is?"

"you're so cute when you never shut up. Now shut up."

"all hail decision cube!"

"that's when you started walking on the wild side, right?"

"I AM NOT SOME PETTY CRIMINAL!"

"Does anyone want to hear my tragic backstory?"

"Bed? But what about possible axe-murderers?"

"And we solved the curse of the island, and realized that the real axe murderer was love, all along."

"It was a good night for all of us, let's spend more nights in abandoned lighthouses."

"That hottie from the track team is here and I wanna ask politely is he wants to get rowdy in the back of my dad's Prius."

“Donut.. Love.” The merc says as he approaches him slowly. For once he’s completely out of armor, in some fancy casual attire. Don’t mind him, he just doesn’t know how to wear anything completely casual. But he has his hands folded behind his back, a warm and caring smile on his lips when he finally stops in front of the lightish red soldier.

“I was wondering if you could spare some time alone with me.”

Donut has been focused on cleaning up a bit all day, so he had his hair tied tight on the top of his head and he was looking a bit worn from the day. So when he saw Locus, actually seeing Locus, he felt seriously under dressed. He blinked twice, searching such an open expression desperately. His breath catches before he gives a warm giggle. It had been too long since he got to relish in the open look of Locus. He immediately moved forward, not touching. Yet.

“I would love to spend all my time with you. I do need to change though, this doesn’t seem too good for anything you might have planned.” he murmured to him, hands sliding along his arms now. Donut leaned up to peck him on the cheek. “Five minutes.” he pleaded before dragging Locus to the door of his room, but leaving him outside to change quickly. Lounging pants switched for a skirt, the too big shirt was changed with a lovely blouse, his makeup was cleaned up, a smile on his lips as he returned, well within the limit he had set himself.

Send ★ for a good dream or ☆ for a bad dream my muse has about yours.

Locus is smiling, something had gotten him just right. Donut could only bounce as he watched Locus’s head tip back with the intensity of his laugh. Without thinking Donut leans into his side until he is suddenly swept up into Locus’s arms. The look on Locus’s face is something rarely seen, seeing as Locus rarely showed his face much less a smile. 

A soft caress is offered from Donut, watching as Locus tipped his head into his palm. Locus seemed to never focus on anything, all worry faded as the lines that were carved in relaxed. 

Donut’s breath catches in his throat, loud enough that Locus opens his eyes, a smile tugging lips. Then Locus speaks, “You are all I could ever want.” 

Send 📱for a drunk text message from my muse

[msg: Lovely Locus] : u r the best

[msg: Lovely Locus] : lik suuuuuuuper gr8