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@unwillingsuccess​​ said: Re'Jean just leans on Alex, sighing heavily. "I'd ask ya to carry m'home but it ain't like we clost t'it. Sha, times like dese ah wish teleportin was a thing I could do."

“thankfully, ya’ got me ta’ carry ya’, darlin’,” he says with ease, before he, without warning, scoops up re’jean into his arms without losing so much as a step or his footing. he was deceptively strong and he didn’t mind carrying her while she rested. even as he was covered in smatterings of blood and viscera and mud, there wasn’t even a hitch of his breath.

@unwillingsuccess​ asked:

"Ya look like ya had a ghost pass through ya, monsieur. There's a bench jus' over to ya right if ya need to rest a spell."

Send ‘i wasn’t that drunk’ and i’ll generate a number for what my muse says in response. (No Longer Accepting)@unwillingsuccess

25.

It would be hard to call this a vacation, as Jaehee is only in Louisiana because of Mr. Han’s meeting. And it would be hard to call what she’s doing work, but she’d spent all day either taking notes on her boss’s conversations with other businessmen or in her hotel room poring over a seemingly infinite stack of paperwork. I’ve earned this. 

With a warm cup of cafe americano in hand, she pushes open the door to the shop, and is immediately met with the familiar and comforting smell of old books. They’re almost all in English, of course, but she’s approaching fluency and enjoys the challenge that comes with reading a novel in a language other than her own. 

The place seems empty at first, but the tinkling of the bell above the door announces her presence anyway. Stepping inside, she takes in her environment: soft lighting on nearly endless titles, each of which takes an extra few seconds for her to read. Some words come easily, but others--the ones used less often in business settings--are recalled only when she examines the cover art. 

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Don’t mind, even as he’s being used as a cushion for Re’Jean, he’s very comfortable, even still in his skirt and costume, but the thigh-high, leather boots were definitely off because man, tall high-heels like that were goddamn killer on the ankles. His legs are outstretched as he’s slumped deep into the love seat, occasionally catching and eating chocolate thrown his way by Re’Jean as they take to unwrapping their candies and eating what she didn’t want. 

Saitama glared from inside the cage he was kept in...how long had it been? Days? Months? He tugged at the specially made restraints, a snarl on his face, teeth bared as his...caretaker walked by. 

He wanted to break out, destroy everything in sight...but something about the drugs in his system and the restraints made him docile...