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Send me a symbol to recieve the following from my muse

Send ✆ for a morning text

          [ text ; harper -- 06:32AM ] hey harps!          [ text ; harper -- 06:32AM ] good luck today.          [ text ; harper -- 06:33AM ] you can do it. 

Send ♔ for an angry text

         [ text ; harper ] damn it!         [ text ; harper ] didnt you learn how to clean up after yourself in culinary 101?         [ text ; harper ] clean it up, now.  

Send ⁇ for a worried text

         [ text ; harper ] im not controlling or anything, i swear --         [ text ; harper ] but it's been a while since iv heard from you.         [ text ; harper ] you okay over there?         [ text ; harper ] you didnt die, did you? 

Send ♣ for a text not meant for you

        [ text ; harper ] crap. when was the final again?        [ text; harper ] double crap, wrong person.

Send ✘ for a text that should never have been sent

        [ text ; harper ] sometimes i hate being around you        [ text ; harper ] because youre everything im not.        [ text ; harper ] what does it feel like to be alive?        [ text ; harper ] shit, i didnt mean to send that -- 

Send ✺for a saucy text

        [ text ; harper ] what did i tell you?        [ text ; harper ] i told you that he was the killer.        [ text ; harper ] this is what i do. i find psychos.

Send ☢ for a desperate text

I think it would depend on the Disney movie, but I don’t see anything particularly wrong with this. Do you have a Disney Movie in mind? If not, we can do something else.

"I couldn’t sleep…sorry," he muttered, looking down shyly. He held up a bag. "I brought tomato bisque. It’s not much so it won’t hurt your stomach."

018: stomach kiss

        Harper needed a rest after working so hard all day. Really, the kid worked too much — more than she did and she was already in college. Then again, Emi’s work ethics was not exactly the best and the sense of priority was lost in her. But there was no denying that he worked too hard. Which was why, as soon as the young chef had put the cake into the oven, she had made her move.

         It was unusually playful of her, but they had become close enough that she actually felt somewhat comfortable with showing him a different side of her, a side of her that was not mere indifference. And so, fingers assaulted the other’s side, grinning widely at him. The two had chased each other around the house, though careful not to knock anything down.

        By the end of it all, the two were lying in a pile of limbs, panting heavily. Emi’s head was rested against his torso, gasping for breath. “I—I think that was cheating,” she huffed up at him, pressing her cheek against his stomach, a small pout on her lips. Huffing once more, she sucked in a deep breath and lifted his shirt. Blowing a raspberry against his naval, she giggled at his reaction before kissing just above his belly-button.

"It’s…ah…an apology flower." He shuffled uncomfortably.