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@caramelcuniculus sent:

Purposefully - 8

[ From Colress ]

betrayal starters (accepting)

8 - Steal something that belonged to my muse

Carlos was off the campus grounds for today since he has been wanting to get ingredients on his grocery list as he hummed softly to himself, gazing down on a small piece of paper while walking to his destination. It wasn't until he could feel something being taken out of his pockets, his wallet.

"Excuse me?" Carlos came to a halt as he turned his head a bit to see who would commit such a crime let alone a childish crime, his eyes making contact with an somewhat familiar man. Although, he's struggling to figure out why this man is familiar to him but at the same time--he knows he needs to get his wallet back.

Jiminy would very much like to consider himself an experienced traveler. After so many years spent on the road, he would certainly hope he qualified - he's never missed a boat or train, he excels at rooftop navigation, and, not to pat himself on the back or anything, but he's pretty darn good at reading the skies so as not to get caught in the rain.

Obviously, he's not infallible, as today has proven. One missed connection and a heap of poor planning lands him wandering the streets at a positively ungodly hour of the morning, leaping from windowsill to windowsill as he chases cover from the quickly-approaching storm. Fortunately, his travel expertise comes with one other benefit: knowing at a glance which sort of homes are safe to hunker down in. You know, the ones belonging to rich-but-absent businessmen, or popular artists; the type of people with better places to be and more important things to pay attention to than an unannounced houseguest, and plenty of cluttered shelves for a cricket to hide amongst.

Jiminy's got this place pegged from a glance. Scholarly-like, hopefully belonging to a fella who should by all means already be out this early in the morning (or late at night, depending on your viewpoint). It seems like a reasonable assumption to be making. That or his gut instinct has been lead astray by how badly he wants out of the sprinkling rain before it turns into a real squall. Nobody's perfect. The latter might be more likely, because all he knows is that when he nudges the dimly-lit window open, the place is most certainly not empty: the desk he alights on is already occupied.

❝ i can't keep doing this. i'm losing myself, and myself was all i ever had to begin with. [ From Daisy to Cream Unicorn Cookie ] - @caramelcuniculus

Well if this wasn't the least bit of concerning that came from the little dog. Even though Cream Unicorn did not know this specific individual, that did not mean that they would turn down a plea for help from anyone.

"If I may ask, stranger, what seems to be the problem?" They ask, putting their hand under their mouth ever so slightly. "I know we may not know each other on a personal level, but if you need someone to talk to, I am willing to listen." Cream Unicorn spoke in a gentle manner, smiling as they do so.

@caramelcuniculus said: ❛  but i believe any dream worth having is a dream that should not have to end.  ❜ [ From Prismo to Pink Diamond ]

@caramelcuniculus sent: “ Why am I here? ” [ From Aurora ]

"RED! RED—EASY . . . EASY . . ." Soft, muffled words spoken in feeble effort to coax the beast away. When she stirs, she comes face to face with the jet-black snout of a rathalos, and she can feel the steam rise from his nostrils in plumes.

At his side, a girl has her arms wrapped around his crimson neck, trying (and failing) to pull him back and grant this stranger space. Ratha had meant no harm, but Mari certainly knows it'd be a shock for someone to wake up to the gaze of a monster!

The rathalos huffs, and gives his head a shake, before pressing his crest into his rider, much to chagrin. Not that she minded it usually, it was just uncomfortable! Mari can sense his eager curiosity, though why exactly he possessed it was unknown to her.

What she didn't realize was, there was no heart. No pulse, within this stranger than he could read.

"TAKE IT EASY. Take it easy, it's okay . . ." Her efforts were more pointed towards the blonde. "You just woke up. Don't be afraid of him, he's just curious . . . . are you all right?"

@caramelcuniculus liked for a starter

"That's a pretty sick backpack." It was the first thing that really caught his eye when he took notice of this trainer from afar. He may not train them himself, but he sorta got the appeal of Eevees. They're cute. Lacey has definitely shared her own opinions on them more than once.

Anonymous sent - 💖!!! ( Random Mutual Love - Accepting! )