Dec 25, 2017
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Christmas secret santa pic for @whatsapokemon
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"You don't like my stach??? I'm offended, babe. Deeply hurt, you might hear me sobbing tonight"
“I won’t hear you sobbing, I’ll hear you choking-” his grin widens as he flashes the other a wink.
"Hey, sexy~"
“Hey yourself, beautiful… you want me to shave that moustache off for you-?” Minsoo grins, having had ‘shade lessons’ from the hags at the club and he thinks he’s getting rather good at it!
Danny could have sworn he heard that word before, but hell knows how little he paid attention back in school. Instead he simply leaned back against the other once in his lap, cursing into a laugh. "Well fuck, no clue. Let's ask my good ol' friend google."
Groaning Minsoo’s brow crumples and a sour pout pulls at his lips - he left school before even graduating High School and all of this seemed a little too much like learning! Falling back against the chair it gives a creak as he watches and waits for Danny to Google. Why do the Americans had to be so strict on their visa forms?! It’s too difficult…!
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merry christmas have a maud.
[ @springvigor ]
The air was alive and pulsing with the sounds of uninhibited and contagious laughter, clear flutes, and ringing harps. For the first couple of hours, Mariel sat fixed to her mother’s side and gave tribute to the stars in a soprano whose tone was only husky when contrasted with the impossibly perfect chime of her parent’s much more experienced voice. What she lacked in range, however, the elleth made up with by simply sounding unique. Stamina, though, was still something with which she struggled as a fresh songstress.
Rest your voice. Enjoy the feast.
That’s what her mother said once her magical, parental ability to sense limits in her child's abilities reared its head. Admittedly, she had been itching to actually join the party. While hers was always a musical household, it was not often that she had so many others to dance with, celebrate with. She probably got a little carried away, honestly. Loose blonde curls bounced with each movement, cheeks rosy and aching from a combination of alcohol and laughter as she fluttered between partners with some semblance of grace.
Well, for the most part anyway. She caught a glimpse of something in her peripheral vision, but momentum couldn’t be halted in time to avoid a collision. Through last minute efforts on her part, it ended up being more of a bump or nudge than a full-on smack. Inhaling sharply, she instantly dipped her head to offer a breathy apology. Only once her eyes flickered upward did she realize whom she had run into, and they widened like a frightened deer. “My apologies again, your grace.”