Kenneth Lee (inactive)

Penned in a letter than seemed rushed, but was just poor handwriting, a note and a container was left at the entrance to the male’s room. 

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Ken opened the door and nearly stepped on something on the way out of his room. His wings fluttered in curiosity but his strong nose knew almost immediately there were sweets present. The boy leaned down to pick it up and smiled largely after reading the note. “Waaaah~!” Ken then realized what the cookies looked like and laughed for a good two minutes at the  sight before taking a bite of one and humming at the pleasant taste. 

♬ - for my muse to hum or sing to calm yours down ♥ - for my muse to express physical affection to yours-

Kenneth wasn’t entirely sure what happened but he knew he wanted to help his friend. During his panic attacks, Ken would often curl up on himself from closeness and hum which would help him focus on that instead of crying. As if kicking in to a protective mode, Ken took a strange position by laying one leg over her lap and the other behind her, wrapping his arms a similar way, then allowing her to lay her head on his chest, his own chin resting lightly on top. He rubbed calming circles on her shoulder and began to hum an unknown tune lowly, the sound going through his chest. Truly, Ken’s voice was pretty, despite the fact he didn’t sing much. When people spoke to him in a negative time, things were in one ear and out the other, so he just sat there for comfort, not needing to know what was wrong unless she brought it up herself. That is, unless....

The challenge of this week is to create a starter and tag someone you always wanted to rp with! Just… tag them! I am sure they will be honored that you want to rp with them! Be sure to make the starter something that is not OOC for their character (aka, meeting a vampire while sunbathing is not a good idea). Nor push them into anything angsty without asking!

- @hyungwon-ia

The Mothman was in his prime, his zone, his haven. Well, perhaps not that far, but he was pretty content at the moment, drawing his heart out. Paint was flying in every direction onto the tarp (some hitting the grass outside the edges of it) and he would occasionally stop to sketch something onto the large canvas laid out in front of him. He looked up, blinking, and his wings fluttered in happiness.