Happy Festivus TC ( @ice-like-dreams/ @cold-sunday-afternoons) hereâs Peter and Moon forcing a spot of levity into this otherwise dire situation.Â

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Happy Festivus TC ( @ice-like-dreams/ @cold-sunday-afternoons) hereâs Peter and Moon forcing a spot of levity into this otherwise dire situation.Â

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*knocks softly on your door* "...Hullo?"
@ice-like-dreams
  Vivaldi hadn't been expecting anyone today, so upon hearing her door knocked on and a familiar voice she smiled and turned to look at the person in question.
  "Nightmare, we've not heard from you in a while~"Â
  She had just assumed that Gray had kept him busy these last time periods much like how she had been kept busy. So although she had missed his presence she hadn't thought too much about it.
  "Come in~ If you like we can have tea and snacks prepared~ Or did you have something else in mind?"
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Crysta+Armos
Omigosh! My babies~!
who cooks normally?:
Neither. If Crysta is invited to the swamp Sepia does the cooking. If Armos is invited to the castle some servant does it.
how often do they fight?:
Never
what do they do when theyâre away from each other?:
Armos goes about pranking, while Crysta runs away from her duties (and Sidney).
nicknames for each other?:
I donât think they have any
who is more likely to pay for dinner?:
Armos will insist but in the end Crysta pays since he is a poor boy.
who steals the covers at night?:
Crysta
what would they get each other for gifts?:
Armos would give her homemade accesories and Crysta would give him fancy cookies
who remembers things?:
Both
who cusses more?:
Armos, but heâll try not to do it in front of Crysta. He wants to be a gentleman around her.
what would they do if the other one was hurt?:
Armos would panic and try to help her. If someone hurt her, he would probs go on a rampage and try to beat up the other person even though he knows he doesnât stand a chance.
who kissed who first?:
Crysta pecked Armos on the cheek
who made the first move?:
That would be Crysta
who started the relationship?:
Crysta~!
Ok....that was exciting
Now itâs saying âYou have not followed this person long enough send fanmailâ
Oh ok, but at least it is now acknowledging that I am followingÂ

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Hey TC
Donât get mad but I figured out how to undo the ignore thing.
Only now it wonât let me send you fan mails because iâm apparently not following you (wat?)Â
So Iâm going to unfollow you and then follow you again.Â
SO SORRY THIS IS GOODBYE (for five seconds) SUCH A TEARY FAREWELL OH NOOOO
(( Me, your friend Prax, and Harroe. :D ))
Naturally you, of course. :DÂ
arauve
And yes, Prax, we do talk together all the time. Â i dug a tunnel to his room on the other side of the world and iâm gonna leave alcoholic beverages on his doorstep. probably,
harroe
 Harroe-Senpai? :o I donât...I donât think I am worthy...to be so associated... ^ ^;
Singing in the Shower
Nightmare's soap smelled nice. Â It always had, and that often lead Nessa into using much more than she should whenever she wanted to get clean.Â
Alas, it also meant that she often ran out of it. Â Â
This particular time, the Outsider was found lurking into his room, sopping wet and only wearing a towel. Â If only sheâd noticed how empty her bottle was before she had gotten into the shower, she likely wouldnât have to be shivering along the carpeted flooring and towards his bathroom.
She smiled as she got closer; his own shower was running and she could her the him humming to himself some strange tune sheâd never encountered before. Â Like it was the most naturally thing in the world, she nonchalantly ventured in, cheerfully humming along with him the moment she walked through the door.