𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯

@convoiter ╱
            
            *  a long sigh left his lips as frustration began to set in eyes closed as his nail finally stopped tapping, eyes opening to show a brief color of green  *   enough lust. You are wearing clothes and you are bruising, there's something wrong. 

@shinoiki        * a slow shrug of clothed shoulders is his only answer as the sin goes to clean up the mess he made ; wavy hair curtaining his face as the over sized shirt he wore, something that had never been seen before raises ; bruises dark against pale skin * do you want me to make you another one ?

@convoiter  ╱
            
             Leave it, the drink isn't important Sunodebiru.        *  his eyes stayed on the sin lips nail still tapping on the table, hair pinned in a beautiful white bun held by ivory pins  *  tell me what is wrong and I don't want any bullshit answers. 

@shinoiki                       Only a little * he smiles sheepishly , the brush that he had held in his hand now on the ground from where he had dropped it , a light blush on pale features * usually you’d gone at this time . 

@paucities  ╱
            
            Hello Mune, apologies did I scare you? 

@shinoiki :
            :: oop

/    i’ll  take  a  one - liner ! 

@shinoiki purrsicely 

@Cheshey-Cat  ╱
            
            That makes sense, wonderland is built on pure madness 

@shinoiki that is if your not from wonderland, me dear. Where madness is what makes wonderland wonderous. 

@shinoiki                Neither would I . 

@convoiter  ╱
            
            Oh really? Well, I wouldn't mind that at all. 

@shinoiki                   Steal as many clothes as you like.. they’ll just end up on the floor later . 

@occultisms  ╱
            
            * death blinked in surprise cheeks a very soft pink before his hand went under his chin facing Samhain  *   You call that a kiss?   * his voice was soft and soothing as he leaned in and placed there lips together  * 

@shinoiki                      * eyes close as he sighs quietly glad that his gift was appreciated before standing on his tip toes licking some whipped cream from the others lips before he blushed turning away * your always so messy . 

@occultisms ╱
            
            * quickly he grabbed the milkshake afraid the other would hex it and give it away, he sipped the drink calmly though smiled afterwords * thank you