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Seeing his older sister's door open gave him the widest of smiles. A feeling that did not seem to be shared. ❝ What are you doooooooing? ❞ Yes. he had remembered to knock on the door this time. Loudly.

Aaaaaand his eyes were quick to take a peek into the other's room. He did not move his head, sure, but the way he glanced in was more than obvious. Susie barely ever let him into her room, unless he snuck in himself, so this was the next best thing! And, look at that! He spotted something that cause his mouth to turn the shape of a capital O: a jacket sitting on top of her bed.

Not just that! Susie also looked... slightly different for some reason. His eyes looked up and down with a neutral expression at first. Not her tied-up hair, not her pink shirt... a gasp! She had her shoes on!! That never happened while at home, so it could only mean one other thing.

Without giving his poor sister the chance to respond, he stood on his tippy-toes and stared into her eyes with all the excitement in the world. ❝ Can I go with you?! ❞ It seemed she was getting ready to go out somewhere that afternoon, and he refused to miss out! ❝ Pleeeeease, I will be good! ❞

Scarlet, or Agent 27, leaned against the windowsill of the director's office as they waited for Darkwing Duck to arrive.

The director had called on him for assistance in a particularly grueling case, and to keep all of the agents that were left partnered up.

Her studio was quiet today, her entourage all had their own lives to partake in, unfortunate, but that's life. . What sucked even more, was she was becoming increasingly distracted as her day went on— Idle time was spent thinking of lewder and lewder situations to find herself in. . It was insufferable, and kept her from finishing ANYTHING remotely productive. . . So, might as well make use of her isolated state.

Hands explored her body as she eased herself into her comfortable chair, clothing at her most private areas pulled to the side. . A hand groped at her chest while her other would slide between spread thighs to attempt to handle this fire between her legs. It was difficult to find the rhythm like this, feeling paranoia behind her, but with enough time and effort, she could feel the coaster ease onward. .

RIght as she found herself getting into it, the door behind her creaked open, and we all know who it is. . It's the one imp that it just HAD to be. . Hands removed themselves from her body, readjusting her clothing as she turned, staring daggers into the imp.

VALENTINE'S DAY PROMPTS

@hifimuses said: { NOTE 💌 } --- Sender confesses to receiver, either verbally or through a note, about their feelings. Miyu Miller @ Agent Two (my lonely ghost OC girl crushing on local monster lover so she writes a note and finally appears before her)

Two was surprised to find the note on her desk. Did one of the other agents leave it for her? She feels like they have mentioned it...or wait, did she have...a secret admirer?

She scoffed and rolled her eyes, dropping down at her desk to read the note. While flattered, she wasn't interested in any of her fellow agents. No, her interests were strictly...non-human

As she read the note over, her eyes slowly widened and she let out a gasp, dropping the letter. Two stared at it in sheer disbelief, blushing softly. This was real, right? Not just any of the other agents playing a prank on her? Her secret admirer was a ghost?

He stares at her, arms crossed. An almost disappointed look on his face as he raises a brow. Foot tapping impatiently as he frowns.