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                                               || Send me &*& meme #170

1: Hot, Steamy kiss

2: Cheek Kiss

3: Nose Kiss

4: Forehead Kiss

5: Firm Kiss

6: Gentle Peck

7: Romantic Kiss

8: Eyelid Kiss

9: Jawline Kiss

10: Neck Kiss

11: Collarbone Kiss

12: Chest Kiss

13: Stomach Kiss

14: Kiss Along the Hips

15: Kiss in the Rain

16: Upside-Down Kiss

17: Goofy Kiss

18: Underwater Kiss

19: Forceful Kiss

20: Any of the Above

I will generate a number from 1-175 for what my muse will say to yours. (Mix of angst, fluff, and random)

requested by anonymous as a continuation of this meme.

Empathy

Justice

Respect

Age

Society 

Politics

Imprisonment 

War

Darkness

Afterlife

Seasons

Killing

(Chain of) Command

Family

Friendship

Rivalry 

Education 

Morals 

Religion 

Discipline 

Freedom

Safety 

Honesty

Hatred

Gain

Resolution

Holidays

Ghosts

Home

Gluttony

Addiction

Pride

Hedonism

Sloth

Tradition

Lust

Ambition

Celebration

Failure

Success

Obsession

Admiration

Punishment

Intimacy

Innocence

Belief

Sacrifice

Secrets

Introspection

What set her gaze was at a cake strayed alone a table with a fork beside it. It appeared as though it was abandoned for whatever reason- what a waste. Luckily, the child had an iron stomach for such things, and it didn’t take second thoughts for her to pray on the dessert. Taking the seat in front, she lifted the silver utensil and stabbed it through the soft, creamery substance before ultimately taking a large bite out of it.

Shaking off her interest in the city around her, she looked around at those around her. Perhaps they could help direct her, but it seemed like everyone she made eye contact with suddenly looked away and avoided her.

It appears as though I’ve singled myself out. No matter. I should be fine on my own.

Looking around, Gyokuen noticed a large number of people gathering. She approached and watched from behind gates. People walked past her at first, hitting some sort of card against a panel or dropping coins into a slot. The gates would then unlock and they would pass through. Over time, more and more people appeared and gathered.

She heard a shrill from the west and saw a large mechanical object come up to the group of people. As it did so, she heard people behind her yelling to “Hurry up!” and a large number of people forced their way through the gates at a breakneck speed. The machine then allowed for the people to enter, and in almost no time at all it had headed east, and the gathering place was empty.

"… Let me guess. You don’t know how the trains work?"

Gyokuen was startled and turned around to see a man peering at her. He seemed rather annoyed or peeved. Gyokuen gave a small cough to regain her composure.

“Thank you for your concern, but I believe I understand the basic principles. However, if you could perchance provide other information about the subject it would be most appreciated.”

           Mello pointed at the empty station before explaining the basics of how it workd. "It's called a train. We use it to travel long distances. I could explain how it works but I doubt you'll understand." It was the truth. Someone who had never seen a train before couldn't possibly understand the scientific side of the vehicle. "The train arrives and leaves very quickly, so everything's fast paced. If you stand in the way like that, you'll get caught in a stampede and get injured. People's shoes will be all over your face" The way he explained it was rather crude, but it was how he was. A train docked on the station as he informed the lady everything she needed to know about it, causing him to click his tongue out of annoyance. He couldn't catch it now because they were on the other side. Glancing at her, he asked her a question he had a feeling he knew the answer to already. "let me guess, you don't have the money to buy a ticket do you?

Twenty-two years of age but yet to entirely rid himself of childishness, he bounced into the store and exclaimed at the variety of candy on offer. Children had already been slowly shifting out of the store to begin with, but upon Suzuya’s entry they seemed to pick up the pace a little and hurry to pay for their things. Skin laced with stitches and wide eyes wild and curious, he appeared extremely different to the rest of the crowds huddling around sweet-filled baskets. He had reached for a bar of chocolate with a packaging which he recognised when he found his hand colliding with another. He looked round to see a blond stranger, spitting aggression coupled with a hard glare.

           This was clearly a troublesome individual who, judging by his looks, probably had a history of violence. It would be unwise to pick a fight unless he had no other choice but to. Since he constantly ate chocolate, his tongue was an expert at distinguishing the good ones from the bad ones. Pointing at the other shelf, he glanced at the stranger. "That tastes much better. I'm only telling you cause you let me have this." He was referring to the bar he was holding. "And I hate owing favors."

She quickly loses interest in his clothing and raises herself with the tips of her toes. She glares for a brief moment, as if she meant to do harm to the blond man. Suddenly, her hand quickly swipes a chocolate bar from his pockets. Koishi unwraps the sweet aggresively, as if it were some sort of race. Her teeth set against the bar until it falls onto her tongue.

Ah, so sickingly sweet. This won’t do.

           The quick motion startled him and when he realized she was unpacking one of his chocolate bars, he quickly moved to try and take it away from her. "Hey-" Unfortunatly, he wasn't fast enough. The brat had already sunk her teeth on his chocolate bar. An irritated expression washed over his face as he glared at the kid. "Get your own damn chocolate. Don't steal from others like a brat." The blond scoffed at her question. "A little kid like you won't know, but dark chocolate prevents blood clots."