#dealing {ic}

Harper was scorned, insulted even, how dare someone question his flawless lie, there was no weight behind the accusation. “I do not know where your wallet went, and before you even ask i didn’t take it, you just need to keep an eye on your shit.”

My muse cannot lie 

They all exchanged looks between each other, they all knew someone’s guilty pleasure because they all shared the same one, Harper rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment.

“It’s, uh, Well all like, um...” Promptly Kirill cut Harper off, folding his arms and looking away.

My muse cannot lie

Harper rubbed his chin in thought for a second, trying to recall some interesting past events, eventually a sly smile appeared on his face and he recounted a story.

tender asks

Adieu - Who do you dread saying goodbye to the most?

“I’m not a very emotional person.” he says in a tone that reflects what he had just stated, “I suppose it would be hard to say goodbye to a loved one? If i had any in the first place.”

Trick - White lie or deceit?

For every ➹ I get, I'll put up my muse's current thought about yours.

“Yes, i was planning to go now.” He responded to her with a dull tone, “Or are you busy right now?” 

He patted his hand on his vest, making sure that he had brought his wallet with him, as expected it was there and loaded with cash from reccent winnings in his own parlor.

“You don’t need to bring anything youself, the coffee will be on me.”

FIRST THREE IN MY INBOX GET KISSES

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Harper first glanced at her, he then let out a soft grunt. He didn’t much think she was the best looking, nor was she his type.

“Listen.” he started with a glare in his eyes, “I doubt you like this and i dont either.” 

His scowl hardened as he took her hand and placed a reluctant kiss upon her knuckles.