#hammerisms

Send the word scar and choose an area of the body where you think my character might have one, and they will explain how they got it. (accepting)

all scars from recent events aside, allen’s got a scar that traces on the lower part of her torso, approximately where her diaphragm is.  it’s about an inch and a half wide, though the wound itself is something allen is proud of--she saved a woman’s life, long before she began her own personal fight against the earl and the akuma, by using her own self as a human shield.

and allen SOBS.  completely and fully--she’s not one for crying in front of her loved ones, but here she is, completely clinging to patish after a moment, sobbing her heart out.  it’s pathetic, and desperate, and it sounds like she’s dying, and well--

Send me a ✿ and I’ll generate a number.

63. Hug Around Waist

     "I dunno who's worse, the old panda or Zhen," Lavi grumbled as he rubbed the back of his head, where he'd been smacked with a rather thick tome for napping.

He dropped onto the bench heavily in the cafeteria and immediately folded his arms on top of the table before resting his head on top of them. Both of them were slave drivers. Sure he complained but that was only as 'Lavi', he truthfully enjoyed writing his logs and reading about the different events going on in the world. But he also enjoyed napping. Turning his head so that he could see the other redhead, he saw that his Innocence had his elbows resting on the table, fingers laced together with his delicate chin propped over them.

It really looked like he was modeling to be painted.

     "That's a tough one, mister Lavi," Patish started as he moved his head just so to look down at his accommodator. "I'd have to say Bookman but then Zhen can be pretty ruthless when he wants to be."

A muffled whine came from Lavi when he pressed his face against his arms before lifting his head up to look up at the other with a somewhat wide green eye.

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Bookman was going to murder him. No, Zhen was. It had seemed like such a good idea the night before but now he was having some regrets with his life being in danger and all. The sex was great, yeah, but he was going to die the moment one of the two even looked in their direction.

He was distracted from his internal strife when Patish's arm curled around his stomach more and the other teen pressed up against his side in his sleep. At least one of them wasn't worrying about their imminent doom. The hand that was resting on Patish's hip rubbed small circles over the bruises that now marred the fair skin, Lavi looked down at the other redhead's sleeping face with a fond smile.