#jasminexdeandre

Send me a Ø for an inner monologue my character has had about yours.

Gabby:I wonder if he will let me just bring a random kitten home i mean he brings random babies home all the time why cant i bring random puppies and kittens home. maybe if i hide the kitten and then just give him all of the hugs and kisses and cuddles and then just randomly slip in there that we have a kitten maybe he won't be mad

Jasmine:Oh lord, I bet he hates me. Jazz just stop talking you're making everything worse he's probably only putting up with you because of Lucy. I just love him a lot and i love his face and i love that he hums and oh god he probably regrets ever asking me out what if he leaves I can't be a single mother. He's just so wonderful all of the time and i feel so safe here i can't fuck this up too

My muse comes back into the room, only to find your muse curled up, asleep on the couch, hugging one of my character’s belongings. Send me a ◘ for my character’s reaction.

Gabby smiled, watching Rowan sleep. She slid onto the couch and snuggled up next to him. She didn't have to be anywhere for a few hours, so she could stay here with him.

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"Baby, aw," Jasmine said quietly, a grin tugging at her lips. She went into her bedroom and grabbed a blanket, bringing it back out into the living room. She draped it over DeAndre and kissed his cheek, brushing a loose strand of hair away from his face. "You could choose the softer teddy bear next time," She whispered before going to curl up by his feet with a book.

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Gabby’s eyes widened in shock. “What the hell, Rowan?” She asked, anger beginning to bubble up. Not one hit her. No one. She took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “You’re *really* going to regret that,” She said, turning on her heels and walking out the door, slamming it shut behind her.

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Jasmine looked up at DeAndre, her usual calm and playful expression visibly falling away, being replaced with one of fear. She took a few slow steps back, crossing her arms tightly over her chest.