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(🐈) Iza rests his hands on Dario’s shoulders when he pulls back. “What do you mean, maybe? You didn’t do anything wrong, did you?” 

(🐈) “And now you’re annoying me. You sound so dumb saying stupid things like that. Where else would I get my catnip other than from a dealer or it being specially made for my tea?”

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“Same old thing?” Gives him a dirty look. “I got the good cat nip, now you get none.”

(🐈) “You’re acting like I don’t have my own.” 

(🐈) Iza took Dario into his embrace, his purrs soft. “You poor thing, you didn’t deserve any of that, did you?” 

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the face of a man about to tell iza something...

omfg Iza would look at him and laugh beacuse he can’t read his expression but then read the body language and instantly just, his laugh would slowly turn into an awkward laugh and Iza would say: “Do…do you need a hug?”

the face of a man about to tell iza something funny. 

hi he's awkward you know this now

what are emotions?

he lost them on his fifth try in life.

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iza, climbs on dario. Dario: what are you? a jaguar?

(🐈) “No.. I’m just a house cat but with you I can be whatever you want. Also, you’re really tall and I just loove tall guys. I can stay up here, please?” Gentle, rubs his cheek on top of Dario’s head.

more facts to come for the current three muses!!

outfit prompts

accepting

iza: no it’s you who's committing a crime

noemi: 

(🐈) “Oh, I won’t but you will.” Iza chimed, his tail swaying in small excitement. He was already formulating a plan, though who knew if it was worth the trouble or not. 

   Browsing the shelves, Sarah carefully made his way through.   Always mutely pardoning himself as he moved around spare carts and employees.   Fairly quiet.   The soft voice nearby drew his attention, and he smiled the woman, reaching up before pausing.

   “This one.. here?”

     “Fifty thousand? You don’t look like you’ve got anything to say worth fifty thousand” he says, eyeing her up and down. If his information sources were correct, she knew what he needed to know but fifty thousand?? Maybe if she meant fifty thousand pennies, he could probably drudge something up in a few days but fifty thousand anything-elses were way out of his league. “Tell you what, I’ll write you an IOU, valid for either one international assassination or one espionage service gig. How’s that?”

It took a moment for whatever this wo — lady requested from him to register in his mind; eyes staring blankly at her as he slowly blinked and then turned his gaze onto the section of ramen in front of him before letting out a soft, “Oh…”. Slowly, he reached over and grab a pack then handed it over to her with a small smile. “Is this what you wanted?”