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@42body ur toxic Seme is showing..

Who is making u laugh...? No seriously who.. Frowns

oh Who is u

@thirdcorvus  * i did not live on i fell off the earth for 4 days..

/   or whatever the hell it was that xie lian from tgcf said

I WISH

@diregen  * WISH

* this is the 7th time anyways

@ichoriaI    Um idk..

should i be.........flattered or offended?  

@42body ok Kay Why Es 

@ichoriaI       ∗        [if the artist hadn’t been on edge yet, perhaps he was now. there’s an aspect of which  he felt as though he should be wary of it. lips tracing the line between indifference and a frown, helia couldn’t decide on which he would end up choosing. however, he maintains enough eye contact before his gaze ultimately flickers elsewhere.]      and what’s that?  —for me to crack?      [it’s blunt. his eyebrow rises from it, pushing aside the amusement in her eyes, perhaps it was unnerving.]

@inkology，    how could i not?    [intoxicatingly confident within her ego,   her words leave her like  a simple exhale.]    if a gambler can’t detect change in their own game,     are they really playing it at all?   [only then does gloved fingers slowly rise to the edge of her glasses,   pulling them away without second thought.   the crimson tint lifts away from her eyes,   setting her glasses down beside her drink.]    if we want to stay in the game long enough to win,    [she adds,   now wearing the full weight of her glamorous gaze.]     ..then eyes on the prize.

@ichoriaI        ∗       i can assure you that i am no stranger to sleep, although if it’s concern—there’s no need for it.      [he muses, it carries softly. much quieter than the light jazz in the room, it was almost too quiet. however, helia doesn’t mind the fact that if the other didn’t hear him, perhaps their conversation would be cut short. perhaps he was a bit more of a hermit than he’d admit, and the idea of conversation had left his limbs tense.]        and did you observe that?     [eyes narrow, hand presses against the glass. bringing it close to his centre before lifting it, the rim presses to his lips.]      

(Ugh) fine, I'll come alone.. ^___^ Happy? don't threaten fat fly ever again

@42body and if my Pet wanted to participate in this fun we're about to have..

6PM. We will hang out. I will drag you against your will and we will have a BLAST singing karaoke. Do NOT bring fat fly or I WILL exorcise It.

@42body         ∗        are you doing that on purpose?      [the edge of his very eye threatens to twitch. for a moment, helia believed that gojo was only here to irk him. if anything—that most likely was the case.]       this place is safe, i’ve made sure of it. it wouldn’t be standing if it wasn’t, and that’s said with confidence..   some curse or sorcerer would have torn it to pieces by now..      [trailing off, a hand ghosting over the fly that buzzes between them. palm pressing against the curses forehead, pulling it over towards himself.]      you could—i would. don’t touch fat fly.

You’re not a hermit?  [A shocked expression forms onto his face, followed quickly by a cruel grin.]  I won’t do no such thing. I promise.  [Gloved fingers skim over the equipment, poking at a needle.]  Unless, somehow, someone would attack this place.. and that little, ugly, fat wrinkly curse would get in the way.. I couldn’t be blamed. ^^ Right?

@42body       ∗       i do—yes. you act as though i’m a hermit.      [grey irises flicker to gojo, lips pressing together as the tattoo artist shares a knowing looo with the blonde.]       please, refrain from harming my client. i don’t plan on making enemies with either of you two, especially you, gojo.      [an empty sigh escapes, able to feel the tremors from the curse. most likely believing that they would expend their last breath inside of the parlour.]