MONSTRA .

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The immortal female just let out a gentle chuckle, watching the angel’s features melt sightly in realization on what she meant. She blinked slightly when the male took her hand in his and she just blushed gently, fingers gently holding onto his hand. Aurelia shook her head, “No, of course not…!” she said with a smile, “It’s kind of adorable that you thought I meant differently… Just remember,” she hummed out looking up at the taller with a tilt of her head, “I mean my words as a compliment. Don’t take things too literally~”

    ❝ AH, WELL --- I’LL try not to, but it’s just angelic nature, i suppose. ❞ and such a nature is very strict, but as king; min is free to bend some of the rules. really, any of the angels are so long as it is for MORALITY and nothing short of it, and it is far too easy to slip and fall face first into the unholy temptations of the human world. soft, gray eyes fall onto her with a loving gaze, and he remembers the very reason why his divine and human nature are more cohesive recently. while aurelia is immortal, it would probably be very difficult for her to love just a soul, a pure soul thought to be entirely untouchable. but the taking on of flesh made min palpable, and when he’d first come to this world without a single clue as to who he really was --- and still, he searches for his true name, even --- he learned human ways. it’s a lot to remember, but he’s willing to do it for aurelia … willing to do anything for aurelia.

❝ No, no, no. No need to do something so extreme. I’ll just go to an appliance store after work and buy one and a dryer and have them delivered. ❞ she heaves a sigh as she pushes her damp hair over her shoulders once again, not too entirely thrilled about having to dip into her savings for the washer and dryer. It was a long time coming though, so she couldn’t be too upset about it.

❝ I would, but I’m scheduled for an important surgery today. Damn dog can’t stop getting into things it shouldn’t be and eating it all. Makes for great digestive complications. ❞ Hyuna wrinkles her nose ever so slightly, shoulders rising and falling into a shrug. Again she bites her lip, but this time it’s to keep herself from laughing about the moth. ❝ I’ll just check my closet again. ❞

    THE PHYSICALLY YOUNGER of the two women plops back down onto the forgiving surface of her mattress, the plushness swallowing up her weight with a gentle bounce as she puffs her cheeks, a motion equivalent to thoughtfulness by habit. part of her feels a little guilty --- she wishes she could pitch in for the utilities hyuna will purchase, but she can’t afford it. every cent that rolls in from her job at the bar goes toward savings; for a car, for her medicine, and what’s left goes to food and rent. RENT, the very least she could do in the home the two women share, but at least she’s always on time with that. despite the laziness scarlet portrays in her monotonous voice and lack of spirit and enthusiasm, she is very serious when she needs to be. she knows she owes a lot to hyuna. why would anyone want to take in a barsinger with a depressing mood? she can’t count how many times she was turned down because she came to meet her possible roommates in crop tops or because they caught eye of a scar or two.

    the redhead clears her throat, wiggling an eyebrow to try to push out the laugh she could tell the other’s holding back. ❝ Well, if it’s a dog, i can’t argue with that. dogs are very important. ❞ and not a morsel of sarcasm could be found, ironically. ❝ I’ll hold down the fort while you’re gone, i’m not working today. bar’s closed since some guy got shot in area last night and police are doing an inspection, i guess. no wild parties, i promise. ❞ she jokes, clicking her tongue and being somewhat humourous for once, not letting the grave news of the strangers death or her sudden worthless mood lower the forecast over the two of their heads.

PURE HEROINE.** STATUS : NOT ACCEPTING.

    ❝ USUALLY, IT ISN’T like this. i ain’t the type forlots of drinking, but — ❞ the scrunching up of his noseindicates a bit of bitterness, perhaps a near childlike version of such despitethe myriad of years and experiences adding up to his life today. goldish eyesglance at her, and he points to the chair next to him at the bar. ❝ I’m not drunk, though — if i was, i wouldn’t be askin’ youto pop a squat, in case you wanted to know the story. ‘course, maybe i amdrunk. talkin’ to a stranger about my day … wantin’ to, at least. ❞

SEND ME A 👍 IF YOU THINK MY MUSE HAS A NICE BOOTY. ** STATUS : ACCEPTING.

    ❝ AH AH AH, don’t stare too long, cutiepie, people might getsuspicious ~ ❞

SEND ME A 👍 IF YOU THINK MY MUSE HAS A NICE BOOTY. ** STATUS : ACCEPTING.

    ❝ YOU THINK SO? why thank you, gorgeous. and thesame to you ~ ❞

    ❝ WOAH, SLOW DOWN, babydoll. ❞the wolfresponds, eyebrows drawing together as much they could with concern, eyes stonyyet somehow warm with the worry manifested within the golden hues. hunter studiesher to see if there’s any injury, but there appears to be nothing visible tothe eye, so part of him relaxes a small amount. ❝ Tellpapa what’s goin’ on, youngblood. you’re lookin’ like you’re gonna fly up tothe ceilin’ any second now --- ❞