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                            SEND ‘🔺’ + A COLOR FOR A COLOR BOARD OF OUR MUSES

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Send an "Ѡ" for my muse's reaction to being sent accidental nudes.

[reply to; minmin -- !!!!!!!!????????”

[reply to; minmin -- What is this!!”

[reply to; minmin  -- Who are these for!!”

[reply to; minmin -- What are you doing with your innocent body!!”

♛ Our muses sharing a dessert

He’s not a fan of sweet things if he was going to be honest - in fact he’d go as far to say he mostly hated anything sweeter than the average bowl of ice-cream but he did in fact hold a certain weakness. And it was for the delicate dessert of a sticky toffee pudding. 

It’s been years if he remembered correctly - too long anyhow, since he’d last been able to enjoy a bowl of the stuff and in a drunken stupor as himself and Jinri walked hand-in-hand past a restaurant of considerable reputation Minho had dragged her inside. With a slurred tongue and the flash of a certain platinum credit card for a table quick, they were now huddle over a table for two - the dessert between them.

They were both way too intoxicated to be here - but all stares were ignored as Minho fed Jinri some of his favourite treat, trying his best to be clean with the thick syrup that accompanied the sweetened pudding. 

♤ Our muses taking a bath together

She looks comfortable, her body curled up with her back to his chest - a lithe frame between his bulkier one. However, Minho is sure he probably looks a little silly with his long legs stuffed into the tub and his elbows propped on either side. But he doesn’t complain for the girl that now rests against him is fighting drooping eyelids and yawns that overtake her breath.

Instead the man is cupping handfuls of steaming water and letting them rinse over her bony shoulders - dampening the flesh to keep her warm in her snoozing state. He’s quiet and so is she, her breath almost inaudible and the only decent sounds are the soft hints as Minho clears his throat once or twice.

Soon enough her head is rolling back and he’s catching the slow movement against the flat of his chest, giving her a space to lean as her lashes finally dip and he knows she’s not far from true slumber. He’s careful to keep her hair out of the water, after she had passed a comment beforehand and had diligently tied it up to prevent any accidents.