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𝐎𝐍𝐄    𝐃𝐀𝐘    𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘'𝐃    𝐏𝐔𝐓    𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐒    𝐎𝐍    𝐓𝐇𝐄    𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑    𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐌    𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐒   ,   𝚊𝚜   𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢   𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗   𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍   𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎   𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙   𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐   𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘   𝚑𝚎𝚛   𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖   𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎   𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢   𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚎𝚍   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎.   𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛   𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎   𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜   ,   𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛   ,   𝚒𝚝   𝚠𝚊𝚜   𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑   𝚊   𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚗   𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎   𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝   𝚜𝚑𝚎   𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝   𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗   𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚔   𝚞𝚙   𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖   𝚑𝚎𝚛   𝚋𝚎𝚍   ,   𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚎   𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕   𝚘𝚗   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜   𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚍   𝚘𝚞𝚝   𝚒𝚗   𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝   𝚘𝚏   𝚑𝚎𝚛.       ❛     ...   𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎   𝚒𝚗.     ❜     𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍   𝚒𝚜   𝚑𝚎𝚛   𝚒𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚌   𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚛   ,   𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐   𝚊   𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎   𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎   𝚊𝚝   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚋𝚘𝚢   𝚠𝚑𝚘   𝚑𝚊𝚍   ,   𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢   ,   𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎   𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏   𝚊𝚝   𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎   𝚋𝚢   𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐   𝚘𝚗   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎   𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚔.   𝚘𝚗𝚎   𝚘𝚏   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚛   𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚎𝚜   𝚘𝚏   𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐   𝚒𝚗   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚛   𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚜   𝚠𝚊𝚜   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔   𝚘𝚏   𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎   𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜   ,   𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑   𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝   𝚑𝚎𝚛   𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑   𝚊   𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖   𝚝𝚘   𝚑𝚎𝚛   𝚘𝚠𝚗.

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@siyrus​ wrote :   ‘  i’m a snack but everyone seems to be on a diet.  ’

obsidian twinkles  curiously  as the shorter duelist starts talking,  but  immediately  upon realizing exactly  what  has been said to him,  manjoume’s face sours    &   those same hues roll  dismissively  in their sockets.  it’s not unlike shou to say things of that nature,  he’s learned  —  and were he more of an  honest  young man,  the sable-tressed of the two would  admit  how  deeply  he relates to the sentiment.  manjoume is not always  fully  honest,  though,  primarily for the sake of his fragile sense of  dignity;  a fact which causes him to respond so  derisively.

“  you?  a  snack?  gimme a  break,  ”  he jeers,  blowing raspberries at the implication,  “  if you’re a  snack,  i’m pretty much a ten-course  meal.  ”  

directly following the  snarky  utterance,  however,  a sculpted brow lifts in regard to the insinuation concerning his  own  appearance.  a grin ensues.  manjoume jun is  many  things,  but outwardly insecure is  not  among the myriad. 

“  on second thought,  ”  he snickers,  head canting  devilishly  to a side,  “  yeah,  you’re right.  you  are  a snack.  too bad  nobody’s  hungry.  ”

What was that?? ur offering ur cards to be eaten instead?? that’s so nice of you :)

a  single  experience  had  been  enough  for  her.    lounging  in  the  common  room  ,  otherwise  known  as  chazz’s  decked  out  dorm  ,  she  idly  flips  through  the  catalogue  she’d  been  thrown  at  by  one  of  the  many  eager  participants  of  the  ongoing  festivities.   she  wasn’t  going  to  bake  ,  make  or  decorate  anything  ,  so  she’s  not  sure  why  anyone  would  expect  her  to  willingly  throw  ideas  around  ,  let  alone  take  reference  from  this  magazine.   

for  a  moment  ,  when  she  hears  syrus  come  in  ,  she  believes  he’s  just  as  done  with  the  celebrations  as  she  was  on  the  inside   ----   he  looked  worn  out  and  tired  ,  but  the  lingering  sense  of  defeat  and  ...  disgust  ?  outed  itself  vividly.   what  was  up  with  him  ?   this  time  ,  anyway. 

irony  makes  it  way  back  at  the  mention  of  mistletoes  and  she  outwardly  cringes  ,  the  butterflies  in  her  stomach  fluttering  at  the  recent  memory.   they  clearly  had  different  outcomes  they  wished  were  opposite  and  yet  ,  she  bites  back  the  initial  comment  over  how  dumb  it  was  to  give  the  plant  so  much  influence.    there’s  something  in  his  worn  gaze  that  hits  a  sensitive  nerve  ,  her  distant  disposition  easily  falling  in  defeat  at  the  mere  sight.   

did  it  really  mean  that  much  to  him  ?   surely  if  he  just  stood  under  one  long  enough  ...  hm.   though  ,  he  didn’t  seem  to  be  the  most  popular  guy  when  it  came  to  the  girls.   but  to  act  so  miserable  over  it  ...  even  in  his  dramatic  fashion.  

she  leaves  him  on  the  couch  ,  standing  from  her  slouched  position  on  the  furniture  so  she  can  rummage  through  chazz’s  things  ,  only  partially  listening  to  syrus’s  rant.   she  was  sure  he’d  have  one  lying  about.   it  was  chazz.   

as  she  returns  ,  sam  leans  over  the  couch  where  he  lay  ,  twisting  her  body  around  and  using  the  back  as  a  support  ,  planting  a  quick  ,  soft  kiss  on  his  lips.   it’s  easier  with  him  ,  simple  ,  the  slight  racing  of  her  pulse  managed  and  in  control  ,  a  state  that  she’s  most  comfortable  in.  

moving  back  ,  she  wiggles  the  mistletoe  in  hand  ,  letting  it  hang  over  them  without  subtly  ,  her  laugh  muffled  behind  closed  lips  with  a  brow  slightly  arched  and  a  light  smile  on  her  face  that  looks  oddly  crooked.    ❛     now  you  haven’t  just  kissed  chazz  ,  if  that  makes  you  feel  any  better.      ❜

𝙎𝙔𝙍𝙐𝙎 had been looking at those cards for awhile now and sam had yet to take her eyes off him, watching those slight shifts in position and changing of expression every time a thought would pass over him. she didn’t have much of an appetite, so she left her tray behind as she sat herself down beside him, taking a card from the deck resting on the table. “staring at the cards aren’t going to help, you know?” a mindless comment as she flips the card in hand, back and forth, before settling on the monster. it was a different style of a deck for sure. “so what’s on your mind? are you planning to duel someone?” 

@siyrus​ ::        ❝ Are you ticklish here ? ❞   

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