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Send me a ✿ and my muse will react to your muse putting a flower in their hair  | closed

     Jess had smiled when Josh showed her the flower, telling him that she thought it was beautiful. She was surprised when Josh moved to put the flower in her hair, her cheeks flushing a soft pink. She gave a soft laugh, pushing some of the loose strands of hair behind her ear.

send a symbol for my muse’s reaction to yours | accepting

☎ hugging them

     Jess was pleasantly surprised. To be honest, she really needed it after everything that she had gone through. She returned the hug as tight as she could manage in her weakened state and smiled; something that she hasn’t done in a while. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment before pulling back a bit.

“You’re really happy today, Josh! Did something good happen?”

✗ bringing them alcohol

     Jess took it without hesitation, offering Josh a soft thanks as she opened the bottle with shaking hands. On a night like this, she really needed it. She plopped herself down on the couch and took a swig. Drink to forget, she distinctly remembered people saying. She guessed that was what she was doing now. Drinking to forget everything that had happened to her, the things she had done.

“I.. I really needed this. Thank you.”

     She offered the bottle back to him, giving a weak smile.

     Jessica sat on the ground in the middle of the foreign city, pulling her knees up to her chest. She bit her lip and looked around with wide eyes. She had bitten her bottom lip so hard that she could already taste the copper of her blood filling her mouth. She was shaking, she noticed when she raised her hands. She clenched her hands into fists and held them to her chest, trying to calm herself down.

     It was cruel. Being pulled from one drastic situation into another one. She didn’t even have the chance for her wounds to heal before this started-- She didn’t even think she made it out of the police station. 

     She stayed in her place on the ground for a few more minutes, ignoring the looks she was getting from the others around her. They didn’t matter. All that mattered was finding her friends. If she was here, they had to be there too. She carefully stood, having to take a moment to get steady on her legs. She looked through the crowd, getting on her tiptoes.

“Matt? Sam..? Mike? Are you there?”

          And every once and awhile, fresh meat shows up. And Ayato is always quick in sizing them up with how easy they'll be. This guy is no exception, but there's something just a little creepy about those jagged teeth on the side of his mouth. And he doesn't exactly look like the most down the earth person in the world. But that really doesn't matter, the teeth are creeping Ayato out. So, he's just got to ask.

          ❝ Dude,❞ it's said rather loudly as he walks up on him, ❝ The fuck is up with the teeth on the side of your face? You a monster or somethin'? ❞

“You’re strong. You’re loved. And I’m proud of you.” 

That was a sweet thing to say.. BUT WHY IS YOUR **** EXPOSED, GIN-SAN?!

“Could you help me out? I got it stuck in my zipper-”