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flower petals were blown by a certain plumped lips of a brown haired lad, his hazel brown orbs becoming chink as series of giggles slipped from his slightly opened mouth. the corners of his little mouth turned up and his pearly white teeth exposed,   “   more petals to come !  “  ruxiel yelled cheerily. he collected the once blown flower petals and put it into his arms, drawing his gaze around floria as he nodded to himself that it was a good idea.
          
          the lad threw the flowers atop his head, creating a beautiful scenario of white and purple flower petals shower. the sight felt like fairytale and he felt enchanted for the first time in his existence. he remembered all the good things he knew. the rainbows, kitties, puppies, ice creams, warm sweaters, dancing, action figures, his mother and his meteor staff—everything just felt really right and positive.
          
          his thoughts was immediately dismissed by the sudden sneeze not too faraway from his location. as wonpil turned his head; he caught the sight of a unfamiliar murian with an extremely noticeable petal of a flower atop their nose.  “    hello there, passing murian !   “    ruxiel greeted cheekily, waving his hands.

natsumi also in shocked on the occurance, stared at the female back. it took minutes to finally digest what just happen in a short spun of time. but instead of worrying over her now tainted shirt. she looks over the female murian wiht sympathy and said "are you okay?"

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          surrounded by darkness, uncertainty ate a hole in yusei’s shaken soul. his nerves were tangled like a ball of christmas lights ripped off a tree. he clenched his pockets with clammy hands, fear flourished in his empty stomach.
          
          
          a nearby crow croaked, yusei in an instance unsheathe his rapier and scrutinized the environment. tall pine trees erupting from the ground in limitless supply. they were the pillars holding up the house of the forest.
          
          
          yusei’s ears perked up and followed ritsu’s familiar chirps stealthily. his eyes widened upon finding yoji on the ground, his wings flailed around and seemed to be unconscious. bitterness swelled inside him, his hands slightly shook.
          
          
          ＂ must it be you?!＂ yusei suspect, eyes seemingly throwing daggers. ＂ the one who knocked yoji senseless?＂he added, voice hinting that he is enraged, his rapier had been sheathe before and yusei seems to be ready to go into battle any wrong words spouted by the ‘fiend’.

( i'm sorry for the late & lame reply. also, please excuse my grammatical errors. lutang na ako nang ginagawa ko 'to. sorry again and thank you. )
          
          with a pen on her right hand and a notebook on her left, devana fixated her gaze at the cloudless sky. only the moon and its light were the only thing that can be seen. what a perfect timing.
          
          "time to create a poem?" she giggled. these past few days, devana is into poems. poems are her escape from everything. finally, she found a hobby aside from martial arts & cleaning her sniper.
          
          'the gleaming moon.. the moon and the stars.. life of the moon' ideas started running into devana's mind. out of annoyance, she threw her pen and notebook as she sighed abrasively.
          
          few minutes later, she took her notebook and pen on the ground and devana decided to go home. on her way out, devana was busy looking at her phone that she didn't notice that someone's in front of her. unfortunately, the bucket of paint that the lady was holding got spilled on her clothes. not wanting to scare the young lass, devana helped her pick her things up before saying, "be careful next time, miss."
          
          

the youthful lass, summer, decided to leave the building to take in fresh air after the heavy duties she did. she looked around the place, “ah, too many murians around today eh?” hating the noisy crowd, she left the place while wearing her usual so-done face. summer reached the sidewalk where not-so-many murians pass-by. while walking through the path, someone sent her a message, thus, she slid her hands inside her pocket, and her fingers started to tap her mobile phone. it was all peaceful for her, not until a female murian got tripped and fell down— pouring almost all of the paint the girl was holding. summer stood up and glanced on her own figure; she sighed in disbelief, “what do you think are you doing, young lady?” she angrily spoke, but ironically gave the girl a helping hand to stand up, “this is so messed up, oh my goodness peter piper.”
          
          ( TYPIST :: omg sorry late reply na, sabaw pa ajsjajs ) 

leifen noticed that the murian only twitched a bit, nothing else. he thought that perhaps the murian too is confused as to what happened and that shocked overwhelmed her. he slightly shook his head, looking up as a sigh protruded his lips. “i guess, i’m really unlucky today.” he pouted. “that shut-in won again!” he complaint like a child, huffing as he crossed his arms.
          
          he then threw his gaze towards the murian and realized she were carrying some paint. he blinked, staring unbelievably as he let out a muffled squeak. “uhm, it’s you... right?” he mumbled.

nailea clapped, "that's a wonderful idea!" she giggled. "so that i could ask for help too, i haven't decided anything for mine." she pouted.

he keeps on following the lassie until he realized he doesn't know each other yet. "oof! i almost forgot to introduce myself." he chuckled. "i'm xenon yttri ziech from the assassin's. it was so nice to meet you myrtle!" he smiled as they both walk.

He nodded. "I see." His eyes widened. "Your treat?" He repeated, making sure it is real. It's the first time a Murian treated him. And he doesn't even know her name yet! "Game on! But may I know your name first?" He shyly asked.

“So, where will you put these? I’ll just follow you around then.” He asked as he carried her things. “This is quite heavy. I’m quite amazed that you managed to bring these.” He chuckled.