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@z00kept​ said: A hand reaches out to gently /pry/ the smaller of the two out of the trashcan, free hand brushing aside the dirt & garbage on lemon's clothes. "This is the third time this week. It is only Tuesday." Aslan's face remains expressionless as usual, but it's clear from the tight grip he has, that he's not particularly thrilled with the other.

oh how the small figure flails violently in immediate response to being pulled from such a heavenly place. they’re one moment from letting out an absolutely ear-piercing shriek of cursing before the voice that reaches their ears makes them halt. body goes completely limp in larger male’s hands, though that now familiar shit-eating grin spreads across dirty face.

@z00kept​ said;  Black scleras curiously glance at the taller male - / jesus /, what were they putting in people's drinks these days. Matteo's hand extends for Nnoitra to get a better look at the praying mantis swaying in center palm, upper limbs curved in the signature "praying" move. "AIn't she cute? She just fucked up her mate. Ate his head and all." Ah well, there was always next year. Would the other be bothered by the statements? WEll, only one way to find out. ( i really couldn't help myself )

     Why was he here? Why was he in a ZOO? This was the sort of place where either parents brought their children, OR people went on dates. However, Nnoitra was here all alone. There WAS a legit reason for it though. He had won a bet with a real dumbass he had been fighting ( though, to be fair to the guy, at least he had been a good sport about losing, especially considering Nnoitra had knocked out two of his teeth ). Since he had won the bet, the price had been this - a ticket to the zoo. Nnoitra had thought that when the guy had asked him if he wanted ‘ a ticked to see the zoo ‘, he had thought he meant the BAND and not the actual zoo. Nnoitra didn’t care about animals, so why would he go here? He had thought about just ignoring the ticket, but then he had thought to himself - COULD this be a good place to bring Grimmjow on a date? Unlike himself, his boyfriend DID like animals. Or, more specifically - he liked cats. Surely, they had some cool cats here? So Nnoitra had gone to check it out, to see if it was worth bringing Grimmjow here. It would probably be a lame as fuck date to ask him on though... But Nnoitra knew Grimmjow would appreciate it. His boyfriend secretly enjoyed doing that lovey-dovey shit.

     He had been trying to locate where they kept any type of cat, when he had wandered past the insect area. A guy had been showing off some bugs to people passing by, like a little ‘ show ‘ or whatever, and Nnoitra had stopped to watch. Was he hoping to get to eat one of those insects? Absolutely. 

     Nnoitra looked at the guy, their eyes briefly meeting, and Nnoitra couldn’t help but think that the guy kinda looked like a demon. Why the FUCK would someone tattoo their sclera? Or were they just contact lenses? He looked back at what he HAD been studying in the first place. The praying mantis the guy was holding. Nnoitra had never really had any real interest in insects. They were just a snack to him. Mantises were no different. Though, he supposed he DID feel a little more connected to the manties, seeing as ‘ the Mantis ‘ was his stage-name. Not like he had chosen it himself. Why the fuck would he have named himself after an insect? It was all because of his ‘ Santa Teresa ‘ tattoo, which apparently meant ‘ praying mantis ‘. Stupid. Nnoitra looked at the mantis in the other’s hand, and yeah, it really DID look like it was praying, so he could see why they were called that. He wouldn’t exactly call it cute though. Nnoitra still grinned and snorted. So even BUGS were crazy for sex, huh? Dying for some pussy. 

//  “ GoOOooOooOOod morning~ ! The beautiful Cianna Kisling has graced your office with her presence and is here to give you a kiss good luck before work today! Please present your cheek for a smooch! ” Never mind the fact that she snuck in and hid under the desk this entire time, she has school in about an hour so it was best to not resist and let it happen!

ᴢᴏᴏᴋᴇᴘᴛ sent:  choke me snow boy is the first thing i saw on my dash and frankly not mad ( x )

  Well-- before anyway. It was on impulse, he thought the pancake shaped dolphins looked too amazing not to share that he brought it ‘round to where he knew his new friend would be. Although Lawrence’s name was on the tip of his tongue, he stopped himself on the fact the other looked a little occupied so he sat on the bench, eyes trained on the pancakes.

   Wait ...does he like sweet things...?

--- Eyes are lidded, laid back against pillows in little more than her undergarments ( though where she’d found those after last night, no one would know). Thighs that he so delicately and gently rested against were marred with dark bruising; squeezes from rough palms and intense handling that had left her a sweating, panting mess. 

--- Atop him, beneath him- she couldn’t recall the many shifts they’d had through the night, only that it had been long. How many long nights had they actually shared? 

@z00kept

Nezumi was standing in the canned soup section, comparing prices and the quality of a few brands, when he felt someone’s gaze on him. The person couldn’t have been looking for long and maybe they weren’t even looking at him. He had been standing in the spot for a while so he thought that he was blocking the way. He should move, his stomach was starting to protest the lengthy choosing process.

A glance and Nezumi’s eyes met with . . . a familiar face?

They seemed to know him; if their little wave was anything to go by. Nezumi searched his memory for something—a clue? It wasn’t that long ago, was it?

He decided to walk up to the other with a smile, but not before putting three cans of chicken soup on sale into his basket.

“——I don’t think I’ve caught your name,” he offered smoothly, letting the basket hang by his side with his attention fully on the other. They were . . . dainty and a bit shy. ( Nezumi felt something vicious and hungry lick its lips. ) “The last time we’ve met,” he paused, still filtering his recent memories when the wheels finally clicked together.