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@oleandew asked: can you give me a ride? ( from Kian !! )

prompted.

         jin  stops  in  his  tracks,  his  hand  hovering  over  the  car's  door  handle.  did  he  just  hear  that  right?  he  turns  to  eye  kian,  all  the  while  hiding  the  disbelief  behind  his  usual  poker  face.  ❛ excuse  me?  since  when  am  i  your  personal  chauffeur? ❜  it  was  already  night  and  the  two  had  met  by  chance  earlier while  stargazing.  did  this  encounter  make  them  friends?  probably?  not?  maybe?  hell,  jin  didn't  even  know  how  relationships  worked.  before  kian  could  even  reply,  the  cyborg  let  out  a  sigh  as  he  opened  the  passenger  door.  ❛ get  in. ❜

Send in 📜 and I’ll use this incorrect quotes generator using your muse and my muse. (Please specify how many muses//which muses for multimuse blogs!!)

Joey: In my defense, I was left unsupervised. Umeko: Wasn't Emmett with you? Emmett: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.

Umeko: I love you guys, you're the best thing that's happened to me. Joey: We're the best thing that's ever happened to you? Umeko: Yes! Emmett: I'm starting to feel a little sorry for you.

☠ ― Send '🥨' to go for a midnight snack run at the local convenience store with my muse.

"I refuse to listen to the opinion of a man that buys pork rinds as a snack," Inessa lets out a huff of disgust as she looks at what she doesn't dare call a haul. Who on earth buys Peeps, pork rinds, and a... what even is a Leninade?

"And I'm not about to listen to the woman that eats and drinks those shitty spicy pickles," Daniel shoots back, his own nose scrunched up in disgust which didn't faulter at the sound of Inessa's gasp of dismay.

"Cass, hold me back from your man. It won't be the first time I took someone in a gas station parking lot."

She pulls away and cup his face in her hands, checking him over. The head of the fresh mark of their snake peeks just above the collar of her shirt, slinking over her right shoulder and coiling around her upper arm. Her fingers gingerly fluff up his bangs as if she’s making sure he’s put together.

“I’m so glad you’re alright.” Kennedy only vaguely remembers the frantic word of Melio when he found them all together in the forest, safe and unconscious. When she awoke back at home, she wasn’t the only one concerned more for Sven’s state than her own. All of the siblings had at some point come bumbling through the home, demanding to know where their naga was. Those moments feel like so long ago.

With a grin, she leans forward to press a kiss to his cheek. It leaves bright red and glossy lipstick on his skin, but she decides to leave it with a faint giggle. “You’ll never believe how worried we were about you. Welcome back.”

It was a feeling of guilt - Sven woke with guilt and pain from aching all over. Drained but welcomed in the hold of Nature. Mello's scent was the strongest he could fathom, so he slept for a little longer. Resting his joints and allowing himself to heal over in natures embrace. Another few hours and he was fully awake - blurry eyed and fuzzy head, his attention to himself was dismissed as he remembered just what had happened. Alarmed and with little else to explain but the sudden bubbling of thick tears, he hissed into his palms and sobbed through the relief of finally having his form back. Red eyed and feeling better from the emotions he couldn't really show through his other form, his truer and stronger form, he was off before Mello needed to tell him the direction.

Swift as a shadow, he dragged his body through the brush, roots and shadows of the trees. Taking little to no time to turn up at the human's house - where the pull of his safe Hatchlings all laid with unrest. Appearing at the footpath and stretching his senses, he was startled with Kennedy's frame racing out to greet him. She was always the most sensitive to his reach - and without shame, did his arms return the embrace. His body twirling with her within the blue scale coils to fully embrace her firm. His head nuzzled into her shoulder, held her just as tight with a muffled weep.

He missed this, this touch, this warm, this safety.

Sven was a mess when he was checked over but he was smiling with a wobbly grin as he welcomed his hatchling's hands in checking over his hair, his face and body were visible in the coils. The kiss to his cheek made him feel warm and he had no energy to rub aside the oil on his skin. The red will stay for a while! "Me too... I missed you dearly. I thought I'd never get to see you again like this." A sniffle of relief. "Thank you for finding me, for helping me..." His hands rose to rub at his eyes, pearls of water removed on his palms and fingers as he heard the door open again and more of his hatchlings come running out too.

Tired he was, a full 15 hour shift from the early hours to the late night, and his Boyfriend was finally awake. Tyler was excited but his body was shutting down - he was sure he ate but he couldn’t be sure as he settled on Kian’s bed in a heap of just-got-back-in energy. A low grunt left the red head as Kian dashed off, the smell of some flora wafting with the hot smoke through the apartment. It made his tense muscles already ease off the ache in his shoulders and lower back - but he didn’t move much more than raising his hands when Kian came back in with a chipper tone. 

A soft morning, though not completely sunny it wasn't raining so it was all for the better. Wiping down the last of his tables for the morning, Simon moved with ease to welcome customers into his book café, it was little and few, the morning run of students passing by, the occasional office worker grabbing a quick breakfast to dash out for the bus, or the elderly passing through to pinch his cheek or two. It was a pleasant wave of morning life but it was a little bit more special this morn.

Glancing to the right of his tables and chairs to the plush carpet and small clove of bookshelves that extended to the rest of the shop, Simon found himself in higher spirits at the sight of a Children's book time. He hadn't done such a thing for many months due to several issues amongst his own time, shop and the city but now... He could finally bring it back. In turn, he took some effort into creating flyers and leaflets to post in the neighbourhood thanks to the teens that visited his workplace at times. A quick ten bucks for each and they went with vigour to deliver his event papers like eager puppies.

Speaking of which, he spotted a duo trailing through the pavement puddles from prior nights rain and like the sun, Yui - a regular, though the man this time, not so much. Simon's form moved with delicate ease to greet them, awaiting the sunshine with walks to announce herself no doubt in a bellow of excitement, since after all --- it was the children's run in the café this morning. "Welcome, Mademoiselle Yui... It has been a very long time, non?" Gaze gentle and welcoming, he eased an overzealous bow towards her and her guardian. “Feel free to begin reading, Mademoiselle Yui...” Straightening once again to motion her to make herself at home in the rainbow corner of cushions and books for the smaller minds.

Simon's gaze moved from the child though to the guardian that looked after her, he wasn't sure what to make of him but Simon smiled either way. "Pardon the wait, I am Simon, owner of souhaits en encre d'or. You are Yui's relative? I know of her Father, Monsieur Kenzou." He smiled somewhat, though it was just a acquaintance, it was a lot of trust between himself and the parents for such a place to happen. Though he wasn't offering a babysitting service, it was often that children were given over for an hour or for a parent to quickly finish an errand to then join the cafe side of the building as their child enjoyed themselves. Still, to meet a new relative made him smile all the same, Yui was a darling to have in his cafe, her smarts for books were second to none.

SHE WANTS TO TALK ABOUT / for the first time since it happened she wants to talk about it / the same way she wanted to talk about the - other - it when Nina asked, careful, can you tell me where you got that bruise?  EVER SINCE SHE WAS LITTLE, HOLDING IN PAIN, but it wasn’t suffocating before, it was okay before.  Because someone else was holding it, too.  It’s so hard, to be the only one carrying a secret.

She curls smaller into herself where she sits beside him / on his couch, snuggled up, a too - late movie night (  no horror movies, they make her cry, he doesn’t push  ) that gives way to quiet promises and quieter confessions.  Her lips part, then close.  They part again.

She doesn’t know if he’s asking about the scars, or the angry, faded - yellow bruise against her jawline.

“My — parents have always b - been —— my dad’s always been bad,” she says, voice soft, small.  “But it was okay, ‘cause my friends ——— they saved me.  From him, and myself, and I was — with them, and safe, and ———”  And and and.  And.  “And then they all died.”

Cass inhales in a way she can tell he’s trying to keep natural, even though she can’t look at him, staring over the blanket on her knees.  He shifts a little closer.  She lets him.

“A — a monster killed them,” she says softly, voice fracturing.  She feels tears press at her cheeks.  She cries a lot now.  “And I —— I survived, but I had to go back to my dad, and it’s so — it’s so useless that I survived, because I can’t ——— do anything.”  She can’t breathe or be in the dark or take a job or smell meat.  She can’t hold guns or be far from one.  She’s so scared, all the time, every second.  “And it’s just — how come I got to live, and nobody else did, and —— and I’m not more special than they are.”

Her face lowers and she hides her eyes behind her knees when the tears start.  It’s so stupid that she’s alive despite the odds, that she’s alive and not Nina or Adrian or any of the others, who all deserved it at least as much as she did.  It’s so stupid that she’s alive and all the people that made being alive bearable are dead.

Cass moves closer, their sides touching, sharing warmth beneath the blanket.  She doesn’t look up as her pale, scarred, trembling hand gropes along the couch until it finds his, curling into it.  He squeezes, holds tight enough to help the shaking.

It’s so stupid that she’s alive, but —— but there’s still one person left that makes being alive bearable.  Anastasia squeezes his hand back.