#stxrmstained

send 🙌 to grab my muse by the throat. ( accepting !! )

VARYING KISSES PROMPT. ( accepting !! )

( Kill, kill and kill again. Your rancid blood is once again demanding something from you. A palm flat out; fingers outstretched. In need of an offering. The offering was someone's death. By your hands only. It calls, echoing, demanding and then like a ripple effect, it soon stills. The pressure of a kiss is made, and you feel at the centre once more. No cruel thoughts, only confusion. )

So busy was he actually cooking he didn't really focused on the other's gestures until now. He was quite used to the CHATTIER denizens of the camp claiming he over or under seasoned or simply took their share and left for their tents. He tilts his head, then chuckles a short sound.

"YES, they are done, you can tell because the layers are transparent and there is black char on the surface." He holds out the skewer to him, "I take it you haven't had much CARE put into your food before then?"

He flicks up his own skewer that he MAY HAVE turned invisible to keep from it getting stolen. He would not have his precious tarragon stolen AGAIN.

( flirty prompts. || accepting! )

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　　　the feathered end of the pen that ozus takes notes with dances 'cross their cheek in thought. there's lots of various notes scribbled on the page in front of them, and every time their eyes flit over one section, their face twists a little. it must be written all over that pretty face of theirs that they're dreading every second of having to use their brain, and that they'd really like a break right about now.

　　　so, it's with seira's suggestion that ozus pipes right on up and looks over to him, tail wagging back and forth behind them. ❝ oh, do you think? actually, that might be a wonderful idea. as expected of my dearest best friend. well, come here then! ❞

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rixian was staring intently at the back of seira's head, watching the tiefling until he's noticed and he pushes his hands into his pockets.

I love these type of things ( and will always be accepting these !! )

His attention was gained, and thus Alkas accepted the papers. He looked at Seira before eyeing at the papers. Common. That was the language it was in. Alkas straightened the papers before flickering through them. You can see his golden-brown eyes flickering from left to right then back again. He had several reactions: brows furrowed then raised then they furrowed again, then peering closer to double-check that he read that correctly. Nope. What he read in his head was right.

everyone sending ‘💋’ in my inbox gets a kiss from my muse. ( accepting !! )

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　　　the quiet is nice for a little while, and ozus seems content with just sitting there with their hed rested against his chest. eventually, of course, the warlock stirs and makes a low little noise in their throat that sounds somewhere between a whine and a groan. they fidget and squirm before shifting to wrap their arms around seira's shoulders.

　　　❝ come ooooon, ❞ what a whiny little thing. ❝ i want attention, tooooooo... ❞

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