#inanimatum

          ` well I wouldn’t say that I owned your heart...            --- I mean, isn’t that kind of...impossible?? `

                       “ i’ve got dirt in my hair again -- “ It happened more          than he would have liked it too but sometimes he just got so          busy that he forgot his hands were dirty. “ -- “ While paying          attention to his hair he felt another body bump into his. “ oh.                          wow! I am so sorry! “ Forgetting about his hair for          the moment -- the man was quick to try and catch them          before they fell but of course, he was clumsy and missed          their hand by a long shot. “....”

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty.

      It was the first time he had broken the unspoken rule that seemed to radiate through        the complexes. Don’t bother the neighbor across from you. No one likes the close        quarters of how the buildings were built, so keep your curtians up and don’t disturb        them. He had always obeyed that rule -- asides from the keep your curtains closed        part his were always open.                   (After all who wouldn’t want to see him? He wasn’t nude! Most of the time)      “Hey!” His voice could probably be heard past the closed window of his neighbor before        him. Asher flashed a bright smile as he did the most stereotypical thing he possibly        could in the circumstance -- and waved an empty measuring cup. Asher himself was        standing on his small section of roof outside of his window.      "Are you in there? I need to borrow some sugar!”

                          “Ara~? Would you like some help with that then?”            Of course via chloroform wasn’t his favorite form of killing            people, but it was still that. “I’m sure you’ll have a peaceful,            endless sleep.”