My Paper Palace.

If it wasn’t for Celty, I’d probably be asexual, you know?

Not that the sex is so amazing that it makes me want to do it but that I’m only attracted to Celty —

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[Kishitani Shinra is temporarily unavailable.]

Rouge was happy.

She was happy just spending time with man.

After a moment of just gazing at the other, the headless woman curtsied, and took a seat. After which, she placed her papers and ink on the table, so that she may write.

'I'm sorry. I was nearly late.'

"Time was simply set so you knew when was best, it is not set in stone my love. It is flexible." flashing a warming smile to the mistress. And slowly removing his hands to she may once more 'speak' with him.

"How has the most pure of beauty been fairing as of recent? Hmmm?" pale lips curled into a passionate smile as a singular digit traced circles upon the shared table. He could sit here and watch her hand write for hours, he body motion, her image had more words than any basic living woman.

And none of those things described how Rouge felt about Diamonds.

Diamonds was a wonderful man, who cared for her ever so much. He was always thoughtful, and he always seemed to enjoy the time they spent together, even if it fell in silence.

So when she had gotten the invitation to spend the day with him, of course Rouge wanted to accept. She did accept, and had spent the time before she was to arrive to get ready.

Of course, she also had to grab the papers, and the ink and feather pen she used to write with. It might be easier on her, if she chose something more modern to communicate with. It would have been easier, if she even substituted the feather and ink for a more modern pen. But, she couldn’t.

The feel of the pen scraping against the paper just felt so natural. And she felt that the words belonged to her, as if she had spoken them, when she scratched them out herself.

It was the time she spent getting her communications that almost made her late. Luckily, she had been to Diamonds’ enough times to know her away around, and to have the quickest route memorized.

But soon enough foot steps through clean- cut grasses could be hear nearing. "I do not think you know what it means when you agree to my invitations, Rouge my dearest sweet." the accented doctor stated before instantly standing upward. Her ebony embodiment beauty. 

His voice could charm any woman, but yet not a breath would be waist upon some harlot.

No. His lulled tone was for only one beautiful woman's ear.

always send you memes

be patient with you and your replies

never get angry with you if you want to drop the rp

be up for plotting 24/7 (even if im asleep you should spam me)

understand when real life gets in the way

pester you with a lot of headcannons

take twenty years to reply