#binfastfertig

"Well I dunno, I like fire engine red mostly. Goes with everything! Rosebud is less... old lady. Like a lady named Maude wearing mauve. Horrible color."

“Maybe, but the Rosebud makes me look like a tourist named Madison who’s excited about her spring break trip to Paris.

Gasp. "Kiss you? Under a parasite? Oh how romantic," she muses in sarcasm, but as luck would have it kisses are a favored thing so she's up on her toes and wraps her arms around his shoulders to give him a rather passionate kiss. "Merry Christmas to you too."

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61. comforting hug

It had been a really long night, the meeting running hours past when it had been supposed to. Everyone seemed to be on edge, tempers having flared during certain conversations. Magnus yawned, stretching his arms over his head and scratching at his stomach before getting up from his seat.  

He gathered his things, pulling his bag over his shoulder and starting his way out of the auditorium, he caught up to Anita. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders as a greeting.

“Really? You don’t think it’s too bright of a color for me?”

Clarisse is holding two different shades of lipstick. One called ‘Coming in Latte’, which was a significantly more dulled red, and the other ‘Rosebud’, which was almost a highlighter pink.

Liar.