#frivolousmultimuse

“You went too far! Doesn’t matter if he started it or not! You should know when to stop!”

Pick up lines

(🐾) He is computing the pick up line. Give him a moment please.

Virus was always getting into some type of trouble. Whether it be because he was hacking into private networks or simply finding himself in the wrong place at the wrong time, trouble seemed to follow him wherever he wound up. It wasn’t as if it really bothered him per say but it would be nice to have some peace and quiet for once in his life. Maybe that’s why he had wandered into the woods to seek refuge for the night. In a park or an alley way, there was to high of a chance of someone finding him and disturbing his sleep. Woods? Who would be out there anyway?

Stepping through the trees with light feet, Virus came to a rest as he glanced to the sky. Sure it wouldn’t be the most [i]comfortable[/i] of sleeps but hell at least he’d get some peace and quiet. Picking a tree at random, Virus moved to the base, taking a seat and closing his eyes. He’d climb higher in a minute...for now...just relax.

“Um you do realize that’s a really weird question to ask someone you just met right?”

Send me 🚪  ( or ‘door’ )   and I’ll generate a number for my muse to show up on your muse’s doorstep - Accepting - @frivolousmultimuse / You can pick the muse!19. covered in baking ingredients

(🐾) Who would have thought that cooking would have been so damn hard? Honestly, being covered in flour, eggs and milk was making him mad. He was trying to keep calm, trying to not want to punch the first thing he saw. Though, as he went to knock on the door he knocked too hard, breaking in a hole.

“Oh fuck me. God damn this fucking door. Piece of shit!” He spat in anger. Zuo didn’t need to pay for their door to get fixed but god forbid him being able to control his strength. He just had to break it in.

Psyche could feel his heart racing, his giddy state making it difficult to stay quiet. His footsteps were light, his eyes focused ahead on his victim. 3...he smiled wide, tip toeing ever closer. 2... his hands reached out, ready to encircle and capture the other before him. 1... Psyche’s weight shifted so he could pounce in a moments notice, a small giggle the only warning before...GO!!!

“IZA IZA!” Psyche lurched forward, his arms grabbing onto Izaya so that he received the brunt of Psyche’s weight. The tackle was perfect in every way...surprising and welcoming all in one! “Surprise! Psyche came for a visit! Did I surprise you? Did I? Did I? Did I?” He spoke fast, almost without pausing for breath, bright pink eyes shining with delight. His face was pressed into Izaya’s chest, nuzzling closer with each syllable.

Hearing someone behind her she pivots on her heel Saika in hand blood dripping off the blade. Of course someone just had to come along and find her when she was doing a job. She recognizes the face in front of her as the person she confronted and fought a while back and she lets out a sigh clearly annoyed of being caught in such a predicament.

(🐈) Iza watched their reaction, hearing them sigh and lean back on his couch. It was clear to Iza that Riley was getting irritated and perhaps confused. If anything, the feline wouldn’t blame him if he broke things off as he had just said. Seeing how they looked lost in thought for a few moments, Iza reached for his tea taking a sip of it. He wasn’t one to talk about Zuo, but he would if it would help Riley, even if Iza didn’t know them that well. 

The poor guy was probably terrified of what Zuo could do, considering how volatile and unpredictable that cat could be. Truthfully, even Iza couldn’t quite figure out Zuo, other than knowing that he had a strong sense of justice he had to execute if he saw anything wrong in his sights. 

“Well, the thing about Tom is if he is head-over-heels for someone, or even likes them a little bit, it would be hard for him to invoke his sense of justice over them and judging by your scent, he placed his scent on you. Honestly, you reek of it. If you don’t know much about cats, it’s basically his way of saying ‘You’re mine.’, this of course, applies to all cats who mark what’s theirs.” Iza explained, in the simplest way he can. How cats marked what was their was easy, head-bumps, small kisses, rubbing their cheek onto the object or person of their desire, even licking counted. 

“I wouldn’t be surprised if he liked you. he normally wouldn’t put his scent on people since he doesn’t feel the need to claim everything as his. If he did, I’m pretty sure I would have his scent on me as well. I used too but.. it’s complicated now.” The black feline was sure Riley wouldn’t be aware of how a cat would put their scent onto something they wanted to claim, “But back to you and him. I’m sure it would be very hard for him to take you to the police. He’s caught me and helped me a few times, but he always let me go. I would hide it from him for a little longer, knowing him, he would tolerate it if he really wanted to be with you.” Perhaps that was enough to ease Riley’s worries. Zuo wouldn’t take someone he loved and throw them into jail without first getting himself in there as well. Iza knew that if Zuo truly wanted to be with someone, he is fully committed. He wouldn’t betray them, if anything perhaps this would be a good opportunity to change Zuo to bring him onto Iza’s side. That’s what Iza would want, Zuo to join him and really make people see that his kin was not one to be messed with or toyed with.