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this has set elesas jail sentence in STONE

... Is.. is that the newest fashion, Elesa? Since you're a model, I'll try to take it seriously, but the bucket hat is a bit...

The little card included reads;

To: Grimsley From: Elesa

'Even though we haven't gotten off to the best start since meeting in Toshi, you're a good guy Grim.'

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outersnaking

astrobreaker

keeper-of-beasts

Ah. More people. Kiyoko was starting to get a little bit worried that the whole town was going to show up at her apartment, though she certainly hoped that that wasn't going to be the case.

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started following you

♥ The Lipstick On His Collar: It never seems to match mine… Has your muse ever been unfaithful? Or perhaps someone has cheated on them? Tell us about your muse’s failed relationships!

Grimsley's relationship with Elesa became extremely rocky towards the end, and although it was never really 'official', it was Grimsley's tendency to mess around that had them both walking on glass around each other. 

Their time as best friends was, unfortunately for Elesa, at the point of time in Grimsley's life where he was living for the moment, not for the past or future. He didn't even give them a thought. So, during the time that he was sleeping with Elesa - and also spending a considerable amount of 'mixed signals' time with her - he was also sleeping with other women (and men).

Pandemic: There seems to be a virus going around. Write about our muses (or one of them) getting sick and spending time together.

Grimsley didn’t catch colds often. He got sick a fair bit, but that was, nine times out of ten, due to drinking far too much. But every now and again, one of those rare occasions would occur where some virus or bacteria broke through his unnaturally strong immune system and took him down like a particularly talented boxer would a new challenger. And who had he caught it from?

Elesa, of course.

She’d come down with the flu the week before and he had, in what he’d thought had been a gesture of good will, gone to make her soup and fill up a hot water bottle for her. He was heavily regretting it now. But she had, at least, had the decency to return the favour, which he hadn’t expected in the slightest.

So there he was, sat on the sofa in his apartment, drenched in sweat with shaking hands and hovering vaguely over the bucket that had been positioned next to the sofa. His usually flawless hair was out of its perfect spikes and was ruffled in ungraceful curls and flicks. He looked a mess. Glaring up at the woman sat next to him, he spat out.

“I hate you for this.”

Well, this was certainly one of the most… unique dates he’s ever been on, definitely. Considering who it was with, even more so.

"Elesa-chaaan," he whines, chin perched on an upturned palm. Brown eyes flicker up at the model seated on the other end of the coffee table, lips forming into an involuntary (or not, you almost never knew with Oikawa) pout. "Seriously?"