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                " ------ Jim Halpert -- pleasure to meet you."

{|REACTION MEME| Bruised and Broken Version}

Sebastian, not allowed to track blood through the hallway like some filthy pet, was stood in a rather unflattering sweatpants and t-shirt combo, bloodied clothes in a bag. He coughed, feeling a fresh line of sweat break out on his forehead, and inched himself along the wall towards the bathroom. 

He needed a shower, a damage assessment, to calm down. He still held that feral look in his eye, the only one that ever seemed to hold as much depth as Jim’s. 

As he looked at Jim, his mind wandered, taking him on useless ponders, and he found himself wondering if that’s why Jim called him Tiger. 

Or perhaps it was the scars.

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Opinion on;

Character in general: as the tears stream down your faaaaceee. my favourite always okay, like I’ve said, I’ll talk all day if you want.How they play them: *cries* amazingly, okay. I’m really critical when it comes to people rp’ing my favourite characters (I’m horrible whoops) and I just adore this entire blog so much because everything about it is wonderful. I don’t stalk, not at all, nope. The Mun: soB. I love this darling so much, all right? Like, I just want to bundle them up in a fluffy blanket and make them tell me all their headcanons. Again, I’m really bad when it comes to talking to people but I just ashfhkl I love talking to the mun so so much.

Do I:

RP with them: yes omg.Want to RP with them: alwaaays.

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Overall Opinion: supermegafoxyawesomehot muse and a cutieful mun. just honestly a koala tea blog that deserves a billion followers and I’ll always love 5eva.

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10: our muse’s are taking part in a musical, and in order to get themselves ready for it they have to communicate in nothing bur child-friendly song and rhyme… even though they want to rip each other’s throats out.

         [I’m going to murder you. I’m going to murder you, and everyone involved, slowly and without warning.] 

     That’s what Clara was hoping her sweet, fake smile was saying. Her eyes were locked on her boss’ face as she mentally threw the message at him. Though sat delicately, hands in her lap and a sweet smile on her face, every fiber of her was screaming murder.

      This ‘musical’ was worse than some of the torture she’d been through - and she hated it. Well, most of it. Seeing one of the most dangerous men she knew be forced to communicate in child friendly rhymes was rather amusing, though at the same time it was a tad bit terrifying.

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21: … to yours leaving hickeys on my muse’s neck

When Jim latched onto him he’d been expecting a knife pushed softly between his ribs, a reprimand, a warning. It wasn’t like Jim to get so close, not without Sebastian being the instigator, daring to hook an arm around his shoulders.

"Boss-"

Jim’s lips found his pulse and his tongue teased against it. When he began to suck at the flesh, Sebastian gripped the edge of the counter, moved and selected a cup, tried to act entirely normal.

 He dared not question it.