#despairforme

EVEN MORE ABSOLUTELY UNHINGED COMEDIC RELIEF

      Ichigo frowned, which wasn't all that different from his normal expression. "There's a difference between advice and tellin' someone what to do." He wasn't the sort to make demands of others and he never would be. Well, he supposed that the way the words had been spoken weren't outright rude.

      He knew that some people could be downright morons but not everyone was that stupid. "As long as you're smart enough to understand that's all I can really hope for." Ichigo knew that there were people out there who made bad choices all the time simply to see what would happen. He just had to hope that this one wasn't one of those types. Holding a finger up to hopefully stop a retort of some kind, he'd part his lips to continue speaking. "Before you start bitchin' about me callin' you stupid. I wasn't implyin' that at all. I've dealt with a lotta morons in this line of work."

      Most people didn't realize that Ichigo owned the establishment he worked in. Despite his number of tattoos and piercings. "Not everyone givin' advice is out to get you, or even try makin' ya do anythin' for them." Some people just struggled to listen, plus, it wasn't like he was going to force anything onto another person in the first place. At least he'd managed to not tell the guy to 'get bent', he'd pat himself on the back later for that.

@despairforme sent: [ Does your muse have a preferred position? ]

Sinday asks for the muse.

Emil swirled her cup and took a long, slow sip as she decided what to answer. Her favourite position wasn't an option anymore, so she would have to go with some of her other preferences.

"Missionary." With the bigger partner's weight pressing her down as she scratches their back, and they preferably bite her neck, but not elaborating was funnier.

❝ what do you make of this, @despairforme ? ❞

❌ — It has been a while since the last time Choso has decided to rest his body, taking a nap of sorts. Something about humans requiring sleep to not look like shit. Not that sleep would really change much about his given complexion though, but that's details.

He ain't got to say anything, really - there comes the hug and an aged hand resting on Nnoitra's head, gently ruffling his raven hair.

She said nothing at first, wondering if her appearance would answer the query. She thought her roughness was obvious, that she was clearly accustomed to her surroundings. It was not her first time in these spaces. Why would a woman like her fear men when she towered over so many? Why would she fear men when she had crushed so many? Why would she fear men when they, too, were made of squishy flesh and brittle bone like herself? Then again, this man was down an eye. Perhaps that was why he asked such a stupid question, and she should be benevolent and grant him grace.

"What do you want?" Lempira asked, snatching up a spool of hand wraps from the rusty folding table as if he might try to steal it. Her voice remained even, but her posture betrayed her and showed off her irritation. Thin brows furrowed, and her jaw clenched as she shoved herself back from the table to stand. Metal screamed out as the chair scraped against dirty concrete.

"Can we get them all one present and they have to share?"