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△ My muse shows up outside your muse’s door after being presumed dead.

It started off as a pretty normal night. Not much was on tv so Cass was stuck watching some dull romantic comedy as she munched on her popcorn.

That is, until someone knocked on her door. Glancing at the clock and marveling at how late it was already, she got up from the couch and made her way to the front door, swiping popcorn crumbs off her pj top as she went. As she opened the door possibilities went through her mind as to who could be visiting this late, but who she saw was not at all who she expected.

He was supposed to be dead.

Send me ♥ and I’ll write some positivity for you.

Good luck!! You’ll do great!!!

-who cries when someone dies in a movie- I doubt it happens often, but probably Cass.

-who wears the ugly holiday garb- Probably both just to annoy each other.

-who pays for the meals- Both?

-who slams the oven door and who plays the trombone- Oven door is Cass, Vince is the trombone.

-who brings home stray animals- I can kinda see Vincent bringing home like a stray dog or something.

”I couldn’t help it, he just looked so sad...”

”How in gods name have you killed children but feel bad about seeing a stray dog?”

-who leaves the bathroom door open- Neither?

-who tells the 'dad jokes'- CASS

-who wants kids more- no

-who travels more- TOO POOR

-who spends more cash- TOO POOR

-who buys the things in infomercials- TOO POOR

-who draws in the dust on their car- Both?

-who starts the snowball fights- Cass

-who throws away the directions to things- Vincent maybe?

-who puts up holiday decor- I don’t really picture them doing that kind of thing.

-who is more likely to forget to bathe- Neither... I hope.

-who gets more obsessed about things- Depends on the kind of thing?

(( Take your time friendo UuU There’s no rush. Wasn’t sure what point in time this is for so just everything that’s relevant in ooc convos i guess lol ))

✉ : What would they say in a love letter to your muse. - “Oh jeeze um... Romance? Uh...” *stuttering and blushing* “Um y-you’re the first person to uh... The first person this isn’t just physical for. You’re the mostimportantthinginmyliferightnow-”

❥ : Where would they kiss your muse if they had to kiss them right now. - “Anywhere. Wherever you’d like I guess.”

This wasn’t an unfamiliar situation for Mike Schmidt. Not by a long shot.

Here he was, slumped against the wall just outside the pizzeria, chin to his chest in his unconscious state. His uniform was usually pretty messy, true, but not this much: shirt untucked and ruffled, right sleeve torn at the shoulder, silver badge tinted with droplets of blood. Mike himself didn’t fare too well, either. Blood coated his lower jaw, a collaboration between his cut lip and possibly broken nose, and his swollen left eye was quickly turning an ugly shade of purple. His metal hand was bent at an odd angle; the wrist joint had been broken.

As the voice reached his ears, the eyelids of Mike’s good eye flickered a little, then pulled back to let him look at the speaker. It took his pounding head a second to acknowledge what they had even said.

What had happened? Good God, he couldn’t...oh. Oh, right. Went for a quick drink at the bar before his shift. Left after a pint. Ran into an old ‘friend’ of his from jail. Fought back. Managed to get to the pizzeria before succumbing to the pain.

V/C by heatherfallout.

((It is finished! 

Playlist for @askfnafpurpleguys Purple Guy and Cass because i’m a sinner.