Aranea Highwind

The grin on his face is one she decides she likes the look of. Its the same grin that she gets when she’s up to no good and wants to sugar someone up. “Having a sky pirate in my pocket sounds pretty handy to have, but before I agree to anything, you have to let me know where your ship is.”

Aranea reads the message and heaves a sigh. She knew he’d turn up eventually; she should have known it would have been at Hammerhead. Canis was a young adult now, but she felt like he wasn’t telling her something and it worried her.

Send me a HELLO and i’ll answer…

If we kissed:

[] This wouldn’t happen.

[] Oh disgusting.

[] Again, again.

[x] Kiss you back.

[] Let’s take this to the bedroom.

[] Slap/Push you away.

[x] Be confused

If you asked me out I’d say:

[] Um no.

[] I’m taken-

[x] Sure?????? ????????? (but also why)

[] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.

Can we cuddle?:

[] No.

[x] Ew.

[] Sure.

[] YES.

Sex?:

[x] Let’s do it.

[x] No. You can’t handle my d.

[] FUCK YES.

[] No.

Should you reblog this?:

[x] Yes. I want to send you one.

[x] Yes.

Send me a HELLO and i'll answer...

If we kissed:

[] This wouldn’t happen.

[] Oh disgusting.

[x] Again, again.

[x] Kiss you back.

[x] Let’s take this to the bedroom.

[] Slap/Push you away.

[] Be confused

If you asked me out I’d say:

[] Um no.

[] I’m taken-

[x] Sure.

[x] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.

Can we cuddle?:

[] No.

[x] Ew.

[x] Sure.

[] YES.

Sex?:

[] Let’s do it.

[xxxxxxxxxxx] No. You can’t handle my d.

[x] FUCK YES.

[] No.

Should you reblog this?:

[xxxxxx] Yes. I want to send you one.

[] Yes.

Looking over her shoulder, she gave herself an unamused look. “Oh you’re helpful.” she grumbled. For weeks she was hesitating on contacting Prompto because she was terrible with wording. Her conscious wasn’t being very helpful either. She was supposed to give her advice, not make everything she did feel like she was on trial. Maybe this is what she got for drinking so much. Yeaaah..that wasn’t such a great idea. Giving a sigh, she clicked on Prompto’s message box and looked over to her other self. “Okay smartass, what do you suggest we write to him?”

Arie pulls a face. “As if I know! If you don’t, I don’t.” The Other raises a brow. “You could just see if he’s in the area first. Maybe ask him if he’s still alive?” She cackles. “You can’t say you don’t worry about prince pretty boy and his entourage; they seem like the type to be pretty clueless sometimes.”