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❤ : Would my muse have sex with yours if they asked.

“Uhhh. Not likely, unless there was somethin’ real nice innit for me. Like a million caps. Or that sick as shit gun he packs.”

✉ : What would they say in a love letter to your muse.

“If you’re looking for a sugar baby– eighth floor, third door on the left.xoxoxo Dahlia :’)”

☼ : What kind of outfit they think your muse should wear.

“Literally anything but that godawful checkered suit. Anything else.”

£ : If our two muses went on a date, who would they expect to pay for it.

“That fucker’s bankin’. If he tried to get me to pick up the tab–the only thing I’d be pickin’ up is his teeth, off the ground, after I punched him in the face.”

★ : What their favorite thing is about your muse.

“He has money ambition, I’ll give him that.”

♚ : What my muse thinks your muse is good at.

“He whipped the Vegas Strip into shape in–like, not a lot of time. That’s a fuckin’ feat, right there, innit.”

♋ : Who would be the big spoon and who would be the little spoon.

“I’m always the big spoon, ‘n don’t feel real keen on changing that.”

♒ : How my muse would describe yours in one sentence.

-She blows a raspberry and gives a thumbs-down-

☢ : If they view your muse as a friend or enemy or love interest.

“Uhhh. None’ve the above.”

✘ : What one thing they would change about your muse.

“I’d switch places with him. He can be down here pickin’ up odd jobs to put food on the table, and I can be the fuckin’ king of the strip. God knows I’d be the best one.”

❥ : Where would they kiss your muse if they had to kiss them right now.

❤ : Would my muse have sex with yours if they asked.

“No. Absolutley not. You’re an asshole, I don’t do assholes. The only way I could say yes if you were someone else and after a million dates. Exact number, a million dates. Then you’d still get no.”

✉ : What would they say in a love letter to your muse.

“I hate your guts. That’s it. Maybe add an ear or a middle finger.”

☼ : What kind of outfit they think your muse should wear.

“Does your own ass count? Because that’s my favorite.”

£ : If our two muses went on a date, who would they expect to pay for it.

“If it ever happens, I hope you do. Kinda required……Unless you were short on caps. Then I’d actually do it for you. Because I’m not that much of an ass.”

★ : What their favorite thing is about your muse.

“His job.”

♚ : What my muse thinks your muse is good at.

“Being stupid and rude.”

♋ : Who would be the big spoon and who would be the little spoon.

“………..What makes you think I’d let you touch me. Do you not remember the sex thing? No. Not in forever.”

♒ : How my muse would describe yours in one sentence.

“That bastard who wouldn’t give a robot a chance at making an impact on the strip. Hope he has to suck his own dick.”

☢ : If they view your muse as a friend or enemy or love interest.

“Close to an enemy but not one….I hate him, but not that much.”

✘ : What one thing they would change about your muse.

“His attitude.”

❥ : Where would they kiss your muse if they had to kiss them right now.

Ohhh this was good,

* Organ music *

rhoda heard that horrifying scream. now she’s hearing organs play in the casino.

‘’Don’t be scared of the pet name’s kitten,   ‘Should be glad our ways of adressing someone aren’t as verbal as the Omerta’s, right? ‘’ Benny would take a drag from the cigarello he was holding, his eyes slightly squeezing shut as he inhaled, the room filling with smoke as he exhaled. ‘’ Goals are for slobs, a goal is something you won’t achieve, like ‘ I’m going to quit smoking this year’ or ‘ I’m going to be a better person’ Yet a destination is a road you have planned ahead, that is what i mean by that.’’

She waved her hand at the wafting smoke. She sharply inhaled while the smoke was pushed away for the few seconds. Now she’d have to wash a second time that day.