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My muse(s): Dominic 

Do I know your muse(s): yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other

I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other

People scattered through the vast space. It wasn’t a common thing for Dominic to host such a large party, he usually went to other’s. He rented out this club space for the night to reward loyal business partners and to meet potential new ones. He had body guards strategically placed throughout the area  just in case something were to happen. He could hold his own but he would rather pay someone else to do something than for him to do it himself.

With alcohol to loosen him up and attractive women surrounding himself he was in his element. He could handle his liquor well, and there was a guarantee that at least one of the numerous women present would spend the night with him later on. But for now he just decided to have a good time and enjoy this occasion. The music was blasting and the stereos were shaking with the high volume. People crowded together as they all danced to the rhythm.  And soon Dominic was one of them.  

He danced with a drink in his hand that he splashed a couple drops of on the floor. He smiled and interacted with the people around himself obnoxiously.

When he calmed down a bit he scanned the room, he was more observant than people give him credit for. He squinted as he saw someone in the distance who seemed familiar. He thought to himself, "No... it couldn't, could it be?" His curiosity lead him to approach the familiar female figure. As he got to a close enough distance and could finally make out her face he let out a boisterous laugh, "Look who it is!" He moved close into her ear shot and stood pretty close to her. He leaned to her side and took a sip of his drink, “Well I’ll be damned you’re that runaway.”

He joked with her even though he never clearly got the details on the situation, but the word traveled quick. He'd heard things such as she just disappeared one day to there was a brawl to other exaggerated stories.  Dominic was good at keeping things to himself, but now that he's intoxicated his thoughts loosened themselves. This situation humored him to say the least. He knew she had run away but he never would've thought of all places she would end up here.

( and i was just about to try and venture to western rp…… thank you for this…….. omg………… )

[ ;              Author’s Note. ✿ ]  

Somehow it bemused Howon to no end that teensy tiny girls like this one could become so easily embroiled in the seedy underground, Misa certainly didn't look the type to be into drugs; for a start she was 100% entirely more presentable than the regular users and abusers, though--

"You look like a fifteen your old trying make up on for the first time." Splurts from his lips as rather matter-of-factly, despite their tightly pressed line otherwise, he's not giving too much away although he does find this to be mildly entertaining. "I'm not saying you're ugly or anything but--tone down on the blusher next time huh? You won't be as easy to spot." Truth be told Howon didn't have too much difficulty ensnaring this one, for a fact she just so happened to be the only loud mouthed Japanese profanity-spewing kid around the bar at this time of night, once cojoled into telling him her name, the realisation that this job was gonna be a piece of cake really settled into his mind frame.

starter sentences - accepting! 

though there’s no fault in her statement, vernon feels like correcting her and telling her that it’s not exactly like that. in fact, the uterus contributes with a lot of work as it in some kind of way sucks the sperms towards it, attracting them to move faster. then again the teenage genius doesn’t quite feel like discussing the details of conceiving a child with someone he barely knows. after all vernon likes his private space and sometimes when people throw questions like these upon him and expect him to answer in some kind of way - he feels like he can’t understand anything.

chalcedony: the saddest my muse has ever been

sleep sentence starters 💤 — status: not accepting.

The words that came out of Misaki’s words were unexpected. She didn’t seem like the type of girl who would pose such question. But in a situation like that, both inside a bus going to their houses, stuck on the heavy traffic, he felt like it was almost inevitable to ask that.