#lioncuddler

lioncuddler

Send me “Mun play” and I will play as myself for a thread with your muse.

ooc//; Omg. Okay but Aoba is gonna be with me! >.<; 

Ash (Mun) hummed as she followed the blue hair boy down the foreign streets of -insert the island they live cause it’s escaping my mind right now-.

“Aooba~ Where are we going?” The short, dark haired girl asked as she continued to follow.

Send me “Mun play” and I will play as myself for a thread with your muse.   (Dear god, let’s see how this goes )

For every ☠ I receive in my inbox I will reveal a roleplaying pet peeve.

Virus felt... Heavy. Like everything he was made of was being weighed down. Was he supposed to be asleep? Maybe. What about a drug? Weird. 

He forced his heavy eyelids open to stare at Trip. Did Trip drug him? Why would Trip drug him? What kind of drug would he use anyway? Virus wants to ask all of these questions, but his lips felt too heavy to move. 

But he still tries. 

“Well, Sei, why don’t you start?” she glanced weakly at the man on his coil sitting by her feet at the other side of the couch.

“Which on is Bronwyn again?” he asked.

“She’s the keeper of that one trip. You know, the one that likes to shove glass dildos up your---”

“THAT’S ENOUGH,” he interrupted Mallory’s sentence and sighed. “She’s friendly. A bit on the strange side but very kind. Now, her muse, on the other hand....well, that’s a different story.”

Both of us: See they have a really boring pastime. 

Both of us: No I don’t. 

Virus: You literally do nothing but sing the same songs over and over again. 

Noah: Yeah at least I don’t read the same page over and over again. 

Virus: Excuse you I’m looking for symbolism in the book.