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      It seemed the two had a very different definition on the word ‘fun’. An elbow raised to perch itself on the counter, soon after allowing face to lazily rest in his palm. Nao would be given quite the unimpressed look, as he grumbled out, “Yeah? What’s that–?”       A small pause and Jarek would continue on with, “Stomach pains from forcing my laughter?” If he could even muster up that.

     The ginger slid the chopped garlic up the      knife, and dumped it into the pan that was      heating up on the stove top.

        he’s not one for driving home all too         often. when michael drives, shit goes          down and more often than not he ends         up hurt. badly. especially after fights,          too- when he needed to rest. he took         a deepbreath, barely noticing the light         touches and additions to his hair until the         crunch of the leaves made him perk up and         turn back. blood slowly dripped from his nose         and a large gash almost intersecting his eye,         and he just leans in.  ❛ what the fuck do ya         think yer doin’? ❜

      “Get up, kid.             Ya’ gotta get this thing closed up.”                 

    Nao layed a knew sideways against the root, and     gave it a smack, crushing it before cutting it finely.

Pearlite legs nervously pressed together. It’s not like anyone really called her legs any food items. Usually it was awkward stares and whatnot. Fingers toyed with the bottom of her skirt, her digits rubbing the fabric.

       “So you’re a tin-lady, huh?                    Never woulda’ guessed.”

       she didn’t mean it in a bad way though, he just really reminded her of one. “but i wouldn’t want a snail on my face either.” hand moved, pinning salmon pink locks behind a pierced ear.

           His ego is ballooning again.          

Any time he’d tried to play pool it was either in a local bar that willingly sold nonalcoholic drinks to underage customers, or in his cousin’s basement whenever they were forced to socialize at family functions. His practice had always been very limited much like his attention span, so it was no wonder he was still horrible at the game.

      Alright, maybe not- But pool wasn’t       the hardest game invented. Or maybe       Nao was just looking for a chance to       inflate his already ballooning ego.

 –  Send a 💙 and the type of relationship you’re interested in  (platonic, romantic, hate, etc), and I’ll make a random small starter for us, smack dab in the middle of said relationship (especially if our muses haven’t interacted yet) & we can go from there. Let’s see where it takes us!

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      she couldn’t help but to feel a little attacked with the given knowledge. shoulders rose as if in defense - what kind of encounter is this? who is he? she had a mountain of question but the most important; “is that true?” head then turned, coffee colored eyes falling on him in a stare.

 “But snails are gross. I wouldn’t want a snail on my face.”