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Send “Happy New Year” for my muse’s reaction to being kissed by yours at midnight.

The roar of the crowd filled Polka’s ears as everyone began counting down the seconds to midnight. She wasn’t entirely sure why she’d allowed herself to be dragged into such a large city on New Year’s Eve, but she did have to admit she was having fun. Everyone was just so excited about ringing in the new year!

She turned towards Shadow, a huge grin upon her face until she caught sight of his devious expression. A bit of worry seeped into her, and she was about to ask what he was doing when the crowd started cheering. In a flash, Shadow had pressed a chaste kiss to her lips and pulled away, a playful smirk on his face.

Polka’s eyes widened in shock, and her hands immediately flew to her lips. An embarrassed blush slowly began to color her cheeks as the full impact of what had just happened dawned on her.

yxmino

"Hm…" Polka glanced around her empty shop with a sigh. Her mother had gone out a while ago to go shopping, leaving the young girl to watch over the shop in her absence. Considering how busy the day had been, it really wasn’t a problem for Polka. She just wished it was a little less… boring.

The familiar chime of the shop bell finally broke into her train of thought, and her eyes slowly focused on the customer. For a few minutes, she just stared at the stranger. Teenagers were a rarity in the shop, and the few times that they did come to visit it was usually a pack of giggling girls.

A soft blush rose to her cheeks when she realized just how long she’d been staring at him, and she scrambled for something to say.

clxus

"Um, excuse me? I-I don't mean to be rude, but... you're not from around here, are you?"

underwaterprincehusky

A cheerful hum filled the clearing around Polka as she set up her picnic. She had once again been sent to gather healing herbs, and, as usual, it was taking her a lot longer than she expected to find the burdock root. She was just glad that she had remembered to pack herself a lunch this time.

The sound of approaching footsteps made her pause. No except herself ever came this far into the forest due to its dangerous reputation, not even the hunters that called Tenuto home. 

The small blond hastily grabbed her parasol - her only item of defense, as strange as it sounded - and readied herself to face whatever or whoever approached.

My muse is in hospital and is comatose. Send me “Always by your side” for my muses reaction to waking up to find your muse at their bedside.

She felt like she was falling from a great height.

Normally, she’d be panicking, since it was also pitch dark as she fell, but something told her that everything would be all right. She just had to let herself fall.

A hazy light began to filter in around her, apparently coming from wherever she was falling towards. Slowly, ever so slowly, it grew brighter and brighter, until she was forced to scrunch her eyes closed in an attempt to block out the light. In the same instant, she stopped falling.

Polka’s eyes slid open slowly, first gazing at the ceiling for what seemed like an eternity. She couldn’t really remember what had happened to her, though she could vaguely remember something about being sent to the hospital.

She finally realized that someone was holding her hand, and turned to face whoever it was. Her eyes widened slightly to see Shadow sitting on a chair next to her bed.

isolatedcore

She wanted to scream. By god, did she want to scream. Unfortunately, that would mean using up precious oxygen, and considering that her lungs were already failing, she really didn't have that much to spare.

A hand automatically rose to her mouth in a pathetic attempt to stifle the barrage of coughs that forced themselves to her lips. For a moment, the young girl struggled to breathe, which only added to her fear. By the time her lungs decided to have mercy on her and once again start working, she was a teary eyed mess.

She folded her arms around herself protectively, though what good it would do against a skeletal ghost was a mystery. 

lostmyarm

Polka knew she shouldn't stare. She really, really shouldn't stare. It was both rude, and very likely to make the object of her staring uncomfortable. Despite this, she couldn't help but at least sneak a few glances at the robotic-looking arm of the stranger.

Finally working up the nerve to actually speak to him, the small blond carefully approached him. Hopefully this would put an end to her dreadful curiosity.

"U-um, excuse me, but..."