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Attractiveness:

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words

Personality:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted ||  egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

How likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex

Level of Friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend ||

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

Current impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

How good of a kisser:

worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed

Margaret was making her way down the street, a bag of popcorn in hand. She swiped the snack from someone else passing in the streets. Sadly, the snack had long gone cold, but the salty butteriness was heaven on her tongue at the moment. One could say that it was the lingering effects of cannabis she'd huffed about an hour or two earlier... but then again, she also hadn't had popcorn in god knows how long.

She took a kernal and tossed into the air, then failed to catch it as it hit her square between the eyes. She managed to catch it before it was lost to the ground, and she simply at it normally afterward.

It had been… years. Senja's nightly searches for her lost friend had waned to once or twice a week, but not out of lost hope. Exhaustion was clear in her face; her feathers were scruffy and her hair was simply tied back out of the way. Her coworkers at Common Grounds even noticed she rarely went on her “hiking trips” anymore… but she could only tell them she was “going through something” right now.

She was perched on the corner of a building, one knee drawn up to her chest as her eyes drifted over the lit-up parts of the pavement. The movie theater she and Margaret would visit was a block or so away, but lingering revealed nothing new. Another fruitless night… Or so she thought.

Golden eyes caught a figure walking up the street; the details of them came into sharp focus and the harpy froze in shock. She was only seeing them– her?-- from the back, but was the walk familiar? The build, too. The clothes were different, the hair was different... but... a lot could change in five years, right?