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          ❝ that's-- ❞ voice is raspy and she clears her throat before continuing , brow furrowed as free hand rises to quickly and furiously rub sleep from her eyes . ❝ --it's okay. i wasn't asleep, anyways. ❞ that was a lie , but it felt like a necessary one . eve couldn't imagine what had stirred soryn to contact her this late , but the last thing she wanted was for them to feel guilty upon learning that their call had actually stirred her from the rare sleep she did become blessed with . eve knew they could likely hear it in her voice , they tended to read her like an open book, but hoped they would let her little white lie slip .

send  ☂️  for  a  weather  based  starter . | @mcnstros

Umbrellas were turning inside out, shop's canopies billowing loudly as the wind and rain tore through the streets. Unfortunately the forecast had been wildly incorrect and now their 'date'? hangout had been interrupted. Nettle's mode of transportation wasn't nearly as cool as Soryn's but just as open to the rain. They drove their yellow mo-ped as swiftly and as safely as they could to their apartment. It was a silly sort of scramble into the dryness of the building, but honestly they were already soaked to the bone.

Nettle chuckled and sighed, "I'm sorry, vis really didn' turn out right." And usually they were such a good planner. Pushing their dripping hair out of their face the ghoul could only offer a shrug, "We can dry off an' watch a movie if you'd like?"

        “Oh, he’s lovely.”  Ula states flatly, though a small smile plays on their full lips as they observe the goat-like creature tattooed on Soryn’s skin.  A long finger points towards the tattoo that decorates Soryn’s left wrist.

             How lucky the space alien is to have someone who will let them blatantly oggle and observe the ink that decorates their body like a canvas.  Ula knows that such a tattoo probably has some sort of religious or spiritual meaning to Soryn, as they’ve seen the figure in religious texts and even in film.

        “A little goat friend,”  Ula continues on dreamily, bright eyes  glazing over as curious thoughts and scenarios fill their head.  “I think I’d look at him and talk to him when I was sad.  Do you ever do that, Soryn?”

sexy and you know it? // @mcnstros

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐌𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒     ⸻     @mcnstros​​   :

✖ — [sender] invites [receiver] to watch a spooky/scary movie

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐎 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐒𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 within the unfathomable depths of a soul with neither shape nor form and it takes minako the entirety of her willpower not to grumble at the taunting sound that comes in ebbs and flows,   inducing shivers of infantile displeasure along the line of her proudly arched spine.   she knows not why her persona finds her circumstances to be oh so amusing,   especially since she holds no remembrance of having ever been scared during the vision of a horror movie before   ...   sure,   she might have been scared afterwards,   but never ever in the course of its duration   !   to her this is an important distinction,   one that merely serves to elicit an even more boisterous laughter from the     𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙟𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙩     that has comfortably nested itself in the ventricles and arteries of her   [   HALLOWED   ]   heart.