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Palette Challenge || 2 of 4 (requests paused)

@thcredcarpet requested: 

Ohh! Edward for #6 on the color palette challenge

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There's that headache again that follows against his body, like a fish out of water he's gasping to himself and stumbling against the wall for some support. Damn, should have been careful of the days to come, how he was stupid enough to try and head for the enemy base only to be shot against the shoulder, it was bleeding but he wasn't going to let this stranger know. The stranger who was likely trying to help, with her voice ringing against his head the male stared at her, rubbing against his eyes. "Y-Yea, i'm fine. i'm fine."

Grinding against his teeth, he tried to move away, but not knowing how to handle himself he'll stumble onto the wall, almost tripping.

          She watched him move, careful not to really touch someone who probably didn’t want it. However, watching him stumble and fall into the wall, she reaches forward for him and takes hold of him once again by his abdomen.

          Nicole is by no stretch strong physically, so the most she can do is help lower the stranger to the ground so he can be as comfortable as he possibly can. Well, without falling and making it worse. “--Lie again.”

          A little cold sounding, but it’s more stern and worried than anything else. He’s clearly not as well as he thought he was. If nothing else, Nicole wanted him to at least sit until he was able to get his full focus back without the headaches.

“Well, personally I don’t see anything wrong with it. If you like it, then that’s all that matters, right?” He said, looking at the other with a soft shrug as he spoke. Rowan wasn’t really one people went to for advice often, but he tried his best on the rare occasions it did happen. 

@thcredcarpet​ asked: Slides in here* happy birthday 👀 🥳🥳

NOT FROM A MEME : ALWAYS ACCEPTING 

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   "       you didn't poison it, did you? "excuse him for being a little WARY, but Ohta wasn't in the habit of just accepting easily tampered with drinks from guys that couldn't go one sentence without calling him some kind of insulting name without question.

  ...that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to take it though... he was STILL going to take it. 

“...It’s not often I get visitors, especially this late at night. Are you alright? Did you get lost...?” Rowan inquired, looking at the other who was standing upon his doorstep, grey eyes blinking slightly as he spoke. He didn’t really mind of course, considering the fact that he never slept anyway, but it was just a tad bit odd.