#electricix

(`･ω･´) :What does your muse completely gush over?

⌆ a nervous tic or habit they do

send me a ✧ and i’ll bold all that apply to your muse.

✧ I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically). ✧

The last thing Steven wanted to do was go home and flop into bed. He just got done with yet another conference at Pastoria City. Something dealing with protecting the marsh, although the poor guy couldn’t pay attention to any of it anymore. This was his father’s business anyway, so the silverette went ahead and signed some papers for them as confirmation to utilize their...whatever they wanted. 

By the time Steven got out of the building it was practically the dead of night. The lights were on everywhere though what Steven really wanted was to go out and let his mind wander off. Was there anyone around here that would accompany him? Pulling out his cellphone, Steven leafed through his contacts. Cynthia was too busy, Lysandre...well, maybe not at this time of day. Crasher Wake wasn’t someone Steven knew all too well. While walking out of the city the young champion noticed the glimmering city of Sunyshore just along the other side of the field. 

Arching an eyebrow, he began to wonder if Volkner was up to something. Shrugging, the silverette pulled up their number and began texting them. Worse comes to worse, Steven would probably try to see if Byron was available. 

[txt] Hey, Volkner are you up?

[txt] It’s Steven. Sorry if this seems out of the box for you.

[txt] But I feel like my stress levels are high and i’m wondering if you would like to get a drink with me?