#amberlaballerine

SUPER TEXT LIST! (Texts From Last Night Inspired)

Pick an age or point in time, and ask a question. The character will respond as that age.

Pick an age or point in time, and ask a question. The character will respond as that age.

Amber’s words took him by surprise, and that was clear judging by the way Mike’s eyes widened a little upon hearing them. He had just attempted to leave right when she spoke up, and he just knew he could not say no. They may fight a lot, they may hurt each other, but at the end of the day they were each other’s best thing in the world and, if she wanted him to stay, for once, he would not say no. “Alright,” he mumbled quietly, coming back into bed and covering his body with the sheets again, before wrapping her small frame with his arm. “I’ll stay.”

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"It’s cold," he merely answered, shrugging his shoulders as he put his hands in his pockets. Mike knew exactly why she was asking him that question: that sweater had been her last Christmas gift to him and, although he did not mean anything by putting it on other than feeling warm, it did bring up some nice memories. "Looks pretty well on me, also, doesn’t it?" He inquired a couple minutes later, glancing at him with an eyebrow cocked and a tiny smirk on his face.

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A roll of his eyes was the sign that Mike was clearly pissed off at the fact that Amber had been drinking. It was not like he was a control freak and he had to know what she was doing at every second… or, well, maybe it was exactly that; but the point was that he had not known about her all night and now it was three in the morning, he had just stormed inside the house, reeking like alcohol and giggling like a kid. For once, he thought he had enough reasons to be mad at her. “Hush your mouth,” he whispered, dragging her to the bathroom and automatically starting to take her clothes off, decided to give her a cold, quick shower to help her sober up, “you’re going to wake up the entire neighborhood.”

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After hearing the girl’s comment on what they were doing, Mike could not help letting out a laugh—a genuine, sincere, hearty laugh which, considering the fact that they were normally mad at each other and generally in a bad mood, was something odd to see. “Come on, it wasn’t that hard,” he answered, still panting, as he glanced back at the bottles of beer they had managed to empty after a stupid bet. 

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Put "I like the view" in my ask and my character will react to yours saying that after accidentally catching mine naked.

Put one of these in my askbox to see how my Muse reacts.

"Why yes, I am as think as you drunk I am."

"Which is why i need to get you home before you puke on me or fall over and break something."

"What are we doing here?"

Mike swallowed hard and braced himself for the worst; he knew that conversation had been coming and he was, in fact, impressed that she had taken so long to bring it up. "Yes, okay, I lied to you," he admitted, thinking it was unnecessary to attempt to keep up the lie, "but what did you want me to say? I'm staying at a friend's because I'm overwhelmed and I can't spend more than five minutes next to you right now? God knows how paranoid you would have gotten after that!" He exclaimed, throwing his arms in the air. "I knew if I told you I was going to see my parents you would be somewhat okay with it. But Amber," he sighed, stepping towards her slowly, "the only reason I lied to you was because I didn't want you to worry too much like you always do, alright? I wasn't trying to hide anything from you and I did nothing while I was away from home," he said sincerely. Mike thought she should have believed him, though, because it was a proven fact that he just could not go too far with any woman that wasn't her, but it was still Amber and he doubted she would just forget about it like that.

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"Does it sound like a threat?" Mike snapped angrily, eyes narrowed and eyebrows furrowed. "Maybe I am, Amber--maybe I'm actually getting really tired of your bullshit and maybe, just maybe, I'm thinking of leaving," he added, clenching his fists at each side of his body. "It's not like you would fucking care, anyway."

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Mike let out a deep groan, burying his face against the pillow in an attempt of ignoring the fact that the sun was already out there in the sky and his girlfriend was already awake and not just that, but making it painfully obvious how awake she was. "Don't know--" he replied, his words coming out as muffled sounds against the pillow, and he turned his head enough to look at her out of the corner of his eye. "I wasn't precisely focused on where your clothes landed last night, y'know."

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