Stay outta my way

☹ I’m an anxious mess who’s too scared to approach people

⚠ I’m intimidated by your writing

⌚ I have no time right now and need to wait until I’m less busy

☯ I can’t see how our muses would meet/interact

✂ I sent you something and you never replied

✒ You’re mutuals only and you don’t follow me because I’m a side blog

✑ I’m a side blog and I’m worried you don’t know about my blog or don’t want to interact with a side blog

☢ Your rules intimidate me

❧ I feel like your blog is too organized compared to mine

☒ I’m worried my blog isn’t fancy enough for you

⌇ Your face claim makes me uncomfortable

✎ I can’t write long enough replies and don’t want to annoy you

☾ I feel like I bother people

⚔ Our headcanons don’t align to the point where our muses couldn’t interact

⚖ I see you interacting with a select group of people and am worried you don’t want to interact with new people

⚐ English isn’t my first language and that makes me nervous to approach people

✉ I don’t know how best to contact you

“…..” He narrowed his eyes before he proceeded to drape himself over Connor’s lap. “Jerk.”

“You’re barely even a year old- so who’s the child here, huh?”

He just stuck his tongue out before he started sipping at his coffee, seeming to be pointedly ignoring Connor now.

“Bullshit!” Gavin gasped dramatically, “You aren’t an angel! You devil!”

“I’m on the nice list! You belong on the naughty list!”

“Mean.”