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(  TEXT PROMTS!  )  >> I chose Hari 

        The male laughs out loud upon the received the message, rubbing on his temple. Yes, this definitely demanded some reasonable explanation, though Jay didn’t really have one and the very thought makes him even more amused with the unexpected situation.

Stepping into the bar , the nearest from his apartment, the previous night, Jay didn’t expect to step on some particularly loud hen party. Ah, so many females in one place, much to his delight. Well, at least until the moment they got way too drunk. Fortunately aside from some stupid comments and accidental flashes of their underwear, nothing serious happened. Ah, yes. Where’s the cardboard cut of Harry Styles in this story? Honestly, it was one of those girls’ ideas to bring it, yet the bride-to-be wasn’t really the fan. Drunk enough, she handed Harry to the nearest guy in the bar that happened to be Jay. He frowned at the received gift, not really sure what to do with such a thing, yet the pretty bar singer quickly gave him the idea. He hoped to at least manage to somehow catch the female’s attention, yet the crowd of people surrounding the singer, wasn’t really helping. Jay wasn’t this desperate, neither patient. The mentioned gift, however, gave him some slightly crazy idea. Passing Harry to the bartender, Jay asked the man to send the cardboard cut to the female’s place with his own number attached? What for? Ah, of course to get a message. 

The destiny was on his side. After all, no matter how ridiculous, he got a text from the girl. He didn’t even know her name, yet it didn’t really matter at this particular point. Jay only regretted, not being able to see the singer’s reaction upon stepping to her bedroom and meeting Harry Styles in such a wonderful , flat look. 

Hello! I know I haven’t been so so active, but I will have all the threats I owe to you guys to be done soon enough. This post only helps me to keep track on all the interactions have with other muses. Please do not feel pressured to write back something to me quickly.

If any of you wish to drop a threat, please tell me via my askbox or by replying to this post. If I owe you a reply and I forgot to mention you in this, please do remind me by sending me a message!

To anyone else, including the people listed on this post, feel free to ask for a starter or to come in private or on AIM (add: sxnyu) to plot with me and maybe to become a new friend of mine -u-.

Currently writing: 

elvmnts - Reply for Minhee.

kmellie - Starter.

Waiting on:

elvmnts - Replies from Yuwhan and Hyelim.

fmmes - Reply from Hari.

kainekikun - Reply from Kaneki.

bokvtachi - Reply from Manami.

Plotting with:

      { ♔ }                    “Thank you and have a nice evening!”

The doors clicked shut as the last customer finally left and Hannah sighed happily, feeling proud of the hard work she gave today before she retreated to the dressing room at the back of the bakery shop’s kitchen. Her mother and sister had already left earlier to rest, but Hannah didn’t want to go home yet. In fact, she would like to discover more about a place she heard about from a few of her customers. It was a bar in which a certain singer was famous among her pairs for having the voice of an angel whenever she performs. The girl knew that she wasn’t of age for being allowed to walk into bars and nightclubs, but she had everything prepared beforehand - She stole her older sister’s ID card. Both of them look alike, so she thought that a little bit more of make up on her face would help to bring out their resemblance.

So here she was, walking down the streets while also wearing her sister’s clothes which give a sexier vibe that her owns. Through a fringe, she spotted the location and made her way into the bar after being stared at suspiciously by the card checker. With a few grunts, squeaks and whimpers, she finally seemed to make her way between the many people enjoying their time there. Hannah sat down on a seat at the actual bar. Even though there were people on both her left, right and behind her, it wasn’t as bad as being in the midst of it all. Filled with paranoia, she rested both of her hands on her lap and awkwardly straightened her back, while having her eyes fixed on the stage.