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❛ I’m not all  THAT GREAT  with my people skills... ❜

Dear ex boyfriend...?

Well, you see.... I’m gay and-- ah, I’ve never had a girlfriend either, so! But I’m sure one day I’ll find one! I just went on a date, recently! So I hope that we'll keep in touch, at least..~! So then...

It’s Sinday! Send 💋 to straight up kiss my muse!

Despite exhaustion screaming in her muscles, Tifa was happy. She and Obi had just done a fantastic sparring session and now were relaxing inside with some tea and smooth music to relax the nerves. She was so thankful to find another person that was like her, who understood her on a level no human ever could. 

She was distracted, looking into her reflection in the drink when she felt Obi come closer, then say her name softly. Half a second later, he was placing his hands around her face and kissing her.

I am Daenerys Stormborn of the House Targaryen, the First of Her Name, the Unburnt, Queen of shitposting, Queen of Meereen, Queen of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Breaker of Stereotypes and Mother of Dragons.

Juvia figured that, since her newly completed job was so close to the now ending World Tournament, she could perhaps visit. After all, she was able to, thanks to the cash she just got, afford the entrance fee and a few water bottles.

(Poor girl forgot her own at home)

To say she was amazed by the displays she saw was an understatement. Some of the martial artists there were moving so quickly that she was having a rough time paying attention. One man in particular caught her eye -- A man with a blindfold who had just the most fantastic, fluid movements. Even though Juvia didn’t know the man, she felt a pang of sadness when he lost. She was just so utterly fascinated by how he moved that she couldn’t help it!

Seeing as she did pay with some hard-earned cash, she was going to see this to the end.

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As the sun fell on the arena and the final matches ended, Juvia felt exhausted, and it was just from watching everyone! She was more than happy to get back to the hotel, she just... Needed to get a couple souvenirs first. C’mon, you really think she’s gonna go to the World Freakin’ Tournament (tm) and not bring anything back to show for it? As she was trying to figure out what size shirt she needed to get for her girlfriend (you’d think she’d know by now, given how many times she’s stolen her clothes), she spotted a familiar face -- The blindfolded challenger! He still looked quite tired, and Juvia still had some water bottles available, and... Well, Juvia’s never one to not be compassionate!

“Obidaian -san, I think it was?“ She began, hoping to get his attention. “You had quite the match back there! Do you need some water, by any chance? Juvia can spare some no problem.”

❝ sounds more like you’ve got some crappy friends or somethin’. not everyone’s so bad. ❞

“Why?”