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➶ ┈  ₊̇° ❥•(@shroudet):   no,  no,  i can't.   i can't fucking /STAND/ that little bitch..  what does he have to do with this anyway?  isn't any of his business.  [   if he wasn't so concerned about restraining himself around sean,  he'd be livid right now,  &  looking for the next decent opportunity to put the half-saro in a chokehold.  ]  i could /slam him into a wall/ and he wouldn't be able to do anything about it.  doesn't he get that?  doesn't he understand what's not okay to just ask people about?  he's not my fucking dad.

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✩ ⌬ ، ❴ THIS YOUR ID? ❵ ⇲ ⍤⃝♡ * ➳♡ @byulite:  because i want to,  that's why.  i do what i want,  and i want to call you that.  got a problem with that,  boytoy?  [  magenta hues flick up to gaze at the male,   (  reflection  =   boytoy  )  tilting his head at an axis that made him seem innocent,  though knowing far more than what he initially let on.  ]  

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wow…       how fun,       what a thing to say!      and      —      even better,      on my birthday!

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✩ ⌬ ، ❴ THIS YOUR ID? ❵ ⇲ ⍤⃝♡ * ➳♡ @pereniyal:   judging by the sarcasm in your tone,    i doubt it's even your birthday.   not like i'd /care/,   either way it went.   [  when you have a reputation for your bitterness,   it isn't common that you don't live up to what you're infamous for.  sonata,   with gentle fingers carding through scarlet hair,   was the embodiment of such rancor.    each laugh that resonated through him out of spite,   &   (  nearly  )  every word spoken with acrimonious timbre.   the homewrecker accepted what he'd become,    so when he met the remark with a dismissive shrug of his shoulders,   it was just another sign of his sustained notoriety.  ]   my apologies are no better,   either   ─   it'd be easier for you to punch me in the face.
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✩ ⌬ ، ❴ THIS YOUR ID? ❵ ⇲ ⍤⃝♡ * ➳♡ @doleida:  aww, but do you really feel that way,  jeju?    i was only reminding you of the time   ──    you don't have to be so  /sour/  about it,  you know.  [  sonata coos,  gently carding through the younger's hair.  but the refrain in his voice,  paired with the guise cast over his visage with such vivid monotony was nothing short of arrogant condescension,  and it was even felt in the grip he had on jeju's dark brown locks,  twisting just a little bit too roughly at an interval.  ]  the meeting is in 10 minutes.  you can sleep later,  okay?  promise.
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✩ ⌬ ، ❴ THIS YOUR ID? ❵ ⇲ ⍤⃝♡ * ➳♡ @shroudet:   don't,  [  even if he tried his hardest,  sonata couldn't hide the smile he wore as he strode over to sean.  it was bright  ─  beaming with more light than anyone would've ever thought for someone as bitter   &   vengeful as sonata everhardt himself.  he took pride in it too.  the sneers,  the jeers,  those yearning hearts quivering in fear;  he loved to see it all.  but there was something,  /no/,  SOMEONE that held his affection in the palm of his sugar-coated hands in a way that sonata had never seen before,  &  it /terrified/ him.  was he foolish for doing this?  foolish for trying to deny himself of the same saccharine sensations that he despised others for?  it surely felt that way,  when the homewrecker was finally stood in front of him,   his beloved ambrosia,   the sweetest thing he'd ever had the luck of meeting.   it almost made sonata chuckle,  how easily sean had swept him off his feet even as he  (  nearly  )  towered above him,   wordlessly leaning closer to him.  ]   i want you to stay right here.  with /me/.  [  sonata presses his forehead to sean's,  breathing out the sigh he must've been holding before breaking his silence.  ]   can you do that for me,   sweet stuff? 
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✩  ⌬ ،  ❴ THIS YOUR ID? ❵  ⇲  ⍤⃝♡ * ➳♡ @shroudet:   why, of course!  [  the exclamation was met with a pointed smile,  though the drawl in his voice made it evident that it was more faux that genuine,   seeming to roll his eyes  ─  though not exactly directed at sean.  recalling how many times he'd wanted someone's last sight to be nothing but his knuckle  &  fist made him agitated at the mere thought,  chuckling bitterly in reminiscence of how many times it'd actually happened.  ]   all the time,  actually.