Magolor leaned in and gave the woman the whiskeriest kiss on the cheek possible.

Send ‘SPIT IT OUT!’ and I’ll randomly generate a number. Whatever number it is, my muse will blur it out to you!     He leaned in, squinting at what seemed to be Ava’s eyebrows. After a long, tense moment,he pondered out loud, “Does the carpet match the drapes..” 

It had been Mider’s door that had slammed, and one look at the boy’s bruised face told her everything. Sitting on the bed, she held both of her children close, comforting one and making sure the other didn’t wiggle and hurt herself.

"Your morals," Pitch blurted before he could stop himself. He looked horrified at himself upon saying it, but it was true. He admired how stubborn she was in sticking to her good girl morals, and he liked that in her. She knew of the consequences of her straying from her path, and she sticks with it, even through the thick and thin.

I have it installed as a safety measure for hate anons.

(( Yes all the foods. Even if its tiny she'll love it all the same. ))

Now why are you liking that? >w>

"Because they love torturing you." He turns to face everyone else. "She would be a fish if she could. Mermaid is preferable, but she wishes to swim forever and never drown. Now, if only her chest wasn't so sensitive that it didn't feel like she was being crushed if she dives further than 5 feet."