The heart is fickle

( 🐺 ) : does your muse lead, follow, or leave when things get difficult?

( 🦚 ) : how does your muse stand out? how does that make them vulnerable?

( 🦩 ) : what reward keeps your muse going when nothing else does?

( 🐻 ) : what pushes your muse from gentleness into something dangerous?

( 🦏 ) : what makes your muse charge headfirst without thinking?

( 🦞 ) : what does your muse hold onto long after it's gone?

( 🦉 ) : what does your muse notice that others consistently miss?

( 🐐 ) : what has your muse achieved just to prove they could?

( 🐆 ) : how does your muse react when they get what they've wanted?

( 🐎 ) : what makes your muse feel free? who has tried to take that from them?

( 🦜 ) : whose words echo in your muse's head when they're alone?

( 🐞 ) : how does your muse cope with being overlooked or underestimated?

( 🐝 ) : does your muse know their role, or do they resent being needed?

( 🐃 ) : what burden does your muse carry without complaint?

( 🦋 ) : what moment changed your muse so completely they can't go back?

( 🐖 ) : what comforts does your muse cling to when the world gets ugly?

( 🦊 ) : how often does your muse lie? do they believe those lies themselves?

( 🐌 ) : what emotional process takes your muse the longest to work through?

( 🦅 ) : is it easy for your muse see the bigger picture?

( 🐀 ) : how does your muse survive situations they were not meant to?

( 🐬 ) : how does your muse find joy in dangerous or unstable environments?

( 🐅 ) : when your muse wants something, how subtle are they about it?

( 🐈‍⬛ ) : how does superstition or reputation shape how others treat your muse?

( 🐍 ) : how often does your muse get away with things they shouldn't?

( 🐘 ) : what memories does your muse carry that shape decisions they make?

( 🦧 ) : how does your muse show care through action rather than words?

( 🐜 ) : how does your muse handle work that feels endless or thankless?

( 🐢 ) : what does your muse take their time with, even when rushed?

( 🦂 ) : what boundary, once crossed, changes your muse forever?

( 🐈 ) : how does your muse ask for affection without directly asking for it?

( 🐊 ) : how patient is your muse when waiting for the right moment to act?

( 🦌 ) : what spooks your muse easily, even if they won't admit it?

( 🦢 ) : what does your muse hide beneath a graceful exterior?

( 🦥 ) : what does your muse refuse to rush, no matter the consequences?

( 🐁 ) : how does your muse make themselves smaller to avoid harm?

( 🐟 ) : does your muse go with the current, or fight it until exhausted?

( 🦍 ) : does your muse feel safer alone, or among others like them?

( 🐇 ) : does your muse run from conflict, or freeze and hope it passes?

( 🦈 ) : how comfortable is your muse with being misunderstood or feared?

( 🐦‍🔥 ) : how does your muse reinvent themselves after being destroyed?

( 🦘 ) : does your muse stop moving when they're hurt? do they push harder?

( 🐓 ) : how does your muse announce themselves in a room?

( 🐕 ) : who or what does your muse remain loyal to, even when it hurts them?

( 🐄 ) : what kind of peace does your muse crave, and why can't they have it?

( 🦖 ) : what part of your muse feels out of time or obsolete?

"You don't owe me anything," he said with a shrug. As he pulled the door open, he raised a hand. "Hey, boss."

“What in the world are you doing, Ren?”

From down the end of the street, a ragged looking young man poked his head around the corner, giving the area quick scan, he let out a pathetic sounding sigh and continued his search.

He’d been heading home from school, still dressed in his uniform, when he noticed someone looking rather suspicious and ducking into the side street leading to Leblanc. Considering he was an expert at looking suspicious, he’d know, after all.

When she reached a good distance down the side street, she heard a voice call out to her, feeling her heart leap into her throat thinking she'd already been caught. She turned to see who it could have been, and found her heightened nerves immediately relax, it was just another student, perhaps someone who lived nearby. "H...hello--ah!" she attempted a greeting in return when she heard her phone begin to beep.