see my crown, I am queen

send me △ for my muse to get trapped in a small closet with yours

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“Hm, perhaps,” He teased the woman, watching as she took a few steps back from him. “Oh should I? Maybe i’ll let it fully come out and annoy you with it.” A playful grin presented itself as he took steps closer to the woman, closing the space she made between them. “Who knows how long we’ll be in here.”

       ✘ Jeeze, it really sucks getting stuck in a small space and she can’t                  really step back much, but just enough to get some space between the two                  of them. “ -- Oh yeah? Think you’re tough huh? ” And she’s trying to keep a                  straight face and does-- until he steps closer and she’s got the back of the                  closet pressing against her back and she blushes up a storm. 

            Shit. This wasn’t the plan.

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        The redhead laughed loudly, giving her a playful punch. “This is initiation, Kiddo. You aren’t a true Killjoy until you experience one of these.” And it was a special thing. Countless hard hours of working and saving for the supplies, it was a community effort. All of the Zones were in on it. He runs a hand through firey locks, giving her a little wink. “We’re leavin’ now, girly!” Party exclaimed loudly, just as Kobra and Ghoul practically skip out from the diner. Following them closely was a less excited Jet Star, who simply shrugged as he walked by.             “You wearin’ that? Or ya’ wanna change real quick?”

       ✘ To see the Zones banning together to throw one big party was amazing,                 but to get invited to it by Party Poison? Unforgettable. But you could see the way                 her expression shifted with Jet’s unenthusiastic comment. “ -- Oh sorry, did you                 expect me to be ready for something I just learned about? ” She flashes a smile                 before darting into the diner to change. She’d show him.

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      Party is pretty much floating on air today, trading his usual outfit for a baggy shirt and tight jeans. Along with everyone else. The excitement was so thick in the air that one could cut it with a knife. But of course, Cherry had no clue. Party caught her weird looks and stares, but he only chuckles and winks at her, as if it is the norm for them. All the guys are almost ready, and it’s easy to find Cherry outside, shooting cans against the wall.

         “Oh, I’m gonna do something bad. And you’re coming with us.  We’re throwin’ a party and concert and you have no choice. You’re coming.”

       ✘ So he was planning something bad, and he’s inviting her to tag along                 with him and the boys? “ -- Count me in, firetruck. You’ve got my attention. And                 who am I to decline an oh-so-generous invitation to a party that Party Poison,                 the killjoy prince of the desert, is throwing? ” Cherry laughs and slips the weapon                 back into it’s holster as she heads towards him. Of course she’d go. A party? Out                 here it must be wild and uncontrollable-- just how she liked it.