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My muse has drawn your number! Send me “closet” and I’ll generate a number to see what our muses do while stuck in the closet for 7 minutes.

4.Make out session. 

                                     For some time now, the fugitive had been attempting to crack on the raven. At every advance he made, the other would push him away. Even when he wasn’t completely in his face, did the other wish to have nothing more to do with him. He’d worked out that he didn’t like having someone being so close to him, which wasn’t working in Prompto’s favour. Though, a wide smirk did dance across his lips as he pulled out Vanitas’ number from the box. There was a chorus of ‘ooh’s’ as his number was pulled out. Pure blue optics would glance over to the raven as he suggestively bit his lower lip. This would be his perfect opportunity to get something from the golden eyed male. Like hell was he going to allow the male to leave without a small kiss. 

Sauntering over to closet door, followed by a begrudged Vanitas, the elusive male would allow the other to enter before he would close the door on the both, giving it a firm twist so that the other couldn’t simply walk out at any given time - not that he was allowed to anyway, those were the rules of the game after all. Vanitas clearly wasn’t being pleased about being chosen, but if he was willing to take that risk, then he shouldn’t look so pissed off about it. Prompto sighed and raked his slender digits through his unruly hair before he walked closer to Vanitas, resting his hand aside the wall of which the male rested against. 

"I don’t understand what ya have against me —, It’s not like I’m a total douche or anythin’-" he started feeling himself anger slightly over the topic. "You fuckin’ infuriate me, man, and fer some reason, that makes me even more attracted to you-" he said with a short laugh, barely believing the words that came out of his mouth. He leaned closer as he spoke, his lips hovering over Vanitas, brushing his nose against his just slight as he continued. "It’s not that yer not gay — I can tell…" he added before his lips would forcefully press against Vanitas’ in a fit of fury. His lips would move against the raven’s, one hand feathering through the ebony spikes, the other resting on his hip as he continued to kiss him, their tongue meeting briefly, cussing between kisses. "I think….—-" he growled as they kissed again. "I really don’t like you——" his tongue would slip past his lips and dominate Vanitas’, managing to get a small sound out of the male, the smallest moan of want. "… n’ I think… yer too far up yer own ass to admit you want this—" He was silent for a few more seconds as he continued to kiss Vanitas, small moans would slip through. Both almost panting, their breath mingling, making their bodies hotter than before. 

This is awesome. You have inspired me. I always loved to write, but sometimes I feel like nothing I do is good. You're awesome. I will be here watching you grow :3

The Inventor was in a music room when he heard the footsteps of another person. Before, he was playing piano terribly. Recently, Victor had made it a fact to hang out with Dierk, the card gamer, as much as possible. The reason? The boy simply knew how to speak english, and seemed to tolerate him.  Not many people tolerated the shy, feminine looking inventor.He supposed that he was grateful for not being mistaken as a girl yet, considering how he left his hair out of that blasted ribbon, but it was perhaps only one of two saving graces. 

"Hello there, mister. My name is Victor Bamford."