#arehi

Send 🍆  for my muse’s reaction to being sent a very intentional nude (not acc.)

He knows what it is before he’s even opened the popstar’s message. It’s Ahri, after all. It’s either a scathing insult about someone, raucous gossip, or a raunchy picture. It takes one look at her plump, puckered lips and her bare form to know which one it is today. He sighs, turning his phone off quickly. She knows, doesn’t she? She knows he went out for coffee for the day (recording days require copious amounts of Starbucks, it’s true), and he’d be out for a while. 

And now she’s being greedy, tempting him back to where warm sheets and a curvy frame will welcome him home. 

He smiles, eying the menu like he doesn’t already know what he’s going to order. The temptation’s working. Very quickly, he opens the message window and types a reply, certain no one can peek over his shoulder. 

[ txt ] keep missing me. i’ll be home in 5. but i can send some ideas to keep you company...

He opens his photos, and sends a few quick gifs from the casual jaunts in various parts of the internet. Two can play at this game, Ahri, and Cobalt plays to win.