#thvnderfox

Send me a “A-ah, should I come back later?” for my muse’s reaction to yours walking in on them in their underwear.

     Kira walking inside the room without her knowledge frightened her  more than the fact she was wearing nothing but underwear. The  sudden sound of her voice was enough to send shivers running up  her spine,  an extra large sweater hurriedly being slipped over her head.  Hands fumble blindly across her drawer, fingers hooking onto the nearest  article of clothing she can find.

empANADAS ARE GOLD AND NOW I WANT THREE.

         Hal barges into their home, left hand wiping the blood away from his lip and his cheek           as he walks towards the living room where he is hoping to find Kira. His face aches,          but he suspects it has more to do with the anger that's making his blood boil than with          the wounds. The moment of relief he feels when he finds her is brief, muffled by the          the rage that threatens to take hold of his actions. If he has to do this, he needs Kira          there with him, otherwise his short tempter could end up getting the best of him.

        "I'm going to fucking murder Pope."

                                               Lydia Martin & Kira Yukimura