Nonverbal RP Starters. || accepting.

❤️ Lean in to give my muse a tender kiss ❤️ (and this is from norton uwu~) ( @surviiived​ )

The kiss is sudden and catches her off guard completely. It’s not her first kiss so her surprise doesn’t come from there, but it comes from why he had decided to do it in the first place. She can feel her cheeks heat up in embarrassment as she simply stood there, unsure of what to do with herself and her hands. They grip slightly at her apron and stay there until he pulls away.

She finds herself standing there like a fool as she pants slightly, still not sure of what just happened. Had she dreamed this? It felt like something strange to dream up, especially dreaming of Norton? It didn’t make sense! She pinched herself and reeled at the pain before looking up at him, confusion even more evident now that she realized it was real.

Nonverbal RP Starters. || accepting.

🔪 Point a weapon at my muse 🔪 (From Joseph to Emma~) ( @surviiived​ )

“L-Listen, Mr. Photographer, can’t we speak about this?”

Emma had been going around dismantling the rocket chairs as she was known to do and Joseph appeared behind her faster than she could get away. It was truly unfortunate, but thankfully her team had managed to decode two ciphers already while these two begun their game of cat and mouse.

With a soft clearing of her throat, Emma stood on the other side of a wall, contemplating which way would be best in order to get out of this narrow corner she managed to get herself in. Gloved hands tightened their grip on the handle of her tool box as she looked to the right and immediately ran left.

His blade narrowly swung past her arm as a soft screech escaped her lips, running down past through the abandoned factory. She could only hope that she wasn’t running in the direction of anyone else or else this would have been a horrible idea.

“Are those two arguing again?”

Since arriving at the manor there were things she could easily tell of everyone here and one of those things was the hatred between Kreacher and Freddy. It was an everyday occurrence so even a stranger could easily see how they interacted. Whatever they were fighting about this time was lost on her as she entered the dining hall, gaze move towards the two men.

Playing this game was nothing new to him. By now the Count had taken part in some of the matches, thus having a knowledge of how the game worked and what the rules where. It was strange, yet nothing about this place made sense to begin with. The fact that he was able to stand here and take part in these games didn’t make sense to him either. To play this game every day was almost a cruel prank from fate itself, however better than to face the permanent sleep of death. 

The hunter in this match was one the Count hadn’t encountered, yet. The noticeable thing to him when he found himself on the map were the cameras that he saw standing around, making him question how the hunter was going to use these. Right as he went closer to one, it went off, causing Claude to stumble a few steps back in surprise. He blinks, once, than twice, looking at it in curiosity. Right as he was about to see what would happen if he dared to take a step into the realm of the Photographer’s world, he could feal his heartbeat going up, signalising him that the hunter was near. In a quick movement, the Count turned around, looking over to who the hunter was, only for time to seemingly stop. 

i have....nort.......and mary, but I'm still getting used to her XDD

mike doesn’t really expect anyone to be up this early. typically, they never are. or perhaps he just doesn’t run into them since, for the most part, when he’s up so early he’s typically in the kitchen instead of just wandering around the halls or the outside of the manor. it’s not particularly entertaining and mike needs things to actually do or else he ends up feeling quite upset. he doesn’t know why, but.. it’s not a very nice feeling. today, though, he finds himself walking around for whatever reason. the manor is as dull as ever, and there’s.. really nothing that can change that. the people are pretty colorful, though. for example, the young woman he’s just found, miss emma woods. they don’t really talk much, but she seems nice. mike would like to get to know her some. mike thinks that the two of them would be able to get good friends. if not that, then.. perhaps they’ll just be able to have casual conversations? that’d be nice. mike really has no one to talk to.

well then, he supposes it’s now or never, huh?