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INPUT: HEY FUCKFACE MY HANDS ARE BASICALLY DONUTS, I DON’T THINK I COULD REALLY DO ANY DAMAGE TO YOU

TRANSLATION: hAH, i wish

INPUT: AFTER BEING HELD PRISONER IN A HIGH-TECH GOVERNMENT FACILITY, AS WELL AS A FEW PRISONS, YOU JUST DEVELOP A NICKNAME

TRANSLATION: after being held prisoner in a high-tech gov’t facility (and some prisons), people give you a nickname

bolinesque

          When had this thought entered his head? It must have been during a lonely Thursday afternoon when he was continuously losing to the computer-controlled characters, all of which seemed to have a horrific onslaught of banana peels at their disposal. How was it that these video game characters could take the lead with nothing but those peels when the last time he’d driven an ACTUAL car, his banana peel wasn’t enough to let him pass the jerk that’d passed him?! AND had cost him a ticket!

          Anyhow, it’d been an awfully long time since he’d had a Mario Kart night with Morgiana and he was beginning to think she was avoiding him. And so, now that he had her in front of him, this was all he could blurt out:

          “I know our relationship isn’t perfect… you cried that one time my elbow rubbed your breast.”

           Morgiana had been, without a doubt, avoiding Mario Kart night with Bolin for the longest time she could get away from it. Why, you may ask? Because Bolin beat her all the time. Like, all the time. Not one win. Which made her feel bad about her ass-kicking skills in Mario Kart. Which was a no-no. A very big no-no.

          What she didn’t expect, was on Mario Kart night, for Bolin to blurt out about the incident with the elbow-touching-the-breast. She had been rather emotional around that time, and Bolin, although accidentally, had rubbed his elbow against her boob. Well, rub wasn’t exactly the word, so she replied, correcting him, “You literally got so pumped about beating me in a round you twisted and hit my boob so hard I fell off of the couch.”

               HEADCANON: THRILL

          Morgiana never felt real thrill until she saw new things unknown to her. Her first time trying ice cream, she felt an extreme happiness, and it was new to her. Her first time riding a roller coaster, she felt thrill. When she had pizza for the first time? Thrill. 

depravitee:

Hakuryuu finished washing the dishes in his stink and put the last cup on the drying rack before wiping off his hands.  As he entered the living room he heard the front door open and close with a slam.  Before he could react to Morigana’s rather dramatic entrance she smacked into him and pressed her head into his chest.  He realized she was crying as she shook slightly and he felt his shirt get wet.

“You don’t have to talk about it right now.”  Hakuryuu wrapped his arms around her and rested his chin on her head.

          Morgiana sniffled, nodding and stuttering out a muffled, “Yes,” before she took a few minutes and then pulled back, grabbing his hand and walking them to the couch, pushing him down and cuddling on him for comfort. She didn’t know if this was okay with him, but if it wasn’t, then he would tell her, because he was obvious about his boundaries when they were crossed.

                               HEADCANON: HAIRSTYLE

          Morgiana had tons of different hairstyle phases, and they were all unique in their own way. When she was a child. she put it up in a ponytail. When she was a preteen, she put it in low pigtails. When she turned fourteen, she started putting it up in a bun, but recently she started wearing it down naturally, because the hassle of taking care of her hair is too much when she already has so much on her plate. As well as that, she sometimes gets it all tangled, so she has to call her cousin Daichi to come brush it out for her, considering she has qualms about hurting her hair unintentionally. Daichi’s way of brushing it is gentle, and she feels comfortable having him untangle it.

                                   HEADCANON: ALIENS

                                           NIGHTMARE

          He was leaving her, just like everyone else. This wasn’t fair, this wasn’t fair, this wasn’t fair. Why did everyone important to her leave her? She wondered idly what she had done to make him leave her. Reaching out her hand to him, she let out a cry of his name. He turned, face dark and hateful. She flinched as he raised his hand and moved it to choke her. What had she done wrong?!

          The Hakuryuu in front of her whispered in a harsh tone, “I never loved you.”

          She sat up with a scream, holding her hands to her head and covering her ears with them. Why had that happened? Why had he left her? Was it all a lie? She was shaken out of her mind when she felt a warm embrace around her, and she flailed, desperate to get out. The person whispered sweet things in her ear, and she found herself relaxing into the others touch.