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‘the script’ lyric starters

“I’m not broke, i’m just a broken hearted man.” 

“I know it makes no sense, what else can I do? How can I move on, when i’m still in love with you?”

“There’s someone i’m waiting for, if it’s a day, a month, a year.” 

“I’m not moving.” 

“People talk about the guy, who’s waiting on a girl.” 

“Maybe i’ll get famous as the man who can’t be moved.” 

“Maybe you won’t mean too but you’ll see me on the news and you’ll come running to the corner ‘cause you know it’s just for you.”

“I’m the man who can’t be moved.” 

“Going back to the corner where I first saw you, gonna camp in my sleeping bag. I’m not gonna move.” 

“I’m still alive but i’m barely breathing.”

“Just praying to a god that I don’t believe in.”

“’cause when a heart breaks, it don’t breakeven.”

“I’m wide awake, she’s no trouble sleeping.” 

“I’m falling to pieces.”

“They say bad things happen for a reason but no wise words gon’ stop the bleeding.”

“She’s moved on while i’m still grieving.” 

“What am I gonna do when the best part of me was always you?”

“What am I supposed to say when i’m all choked up and you’re okay?”

“Oh, you got his heart and my heart and none of the pain.”

“You took your suitcase, I took the blame.” 

“I’m tryna make sense of what little remains.”

“You left me with no love and no love to my name.”

“Breaking up comes at a cost.” 

“Either way i’m gonna lose. Can’t take the ache from the heartbreak.”

“Where’s the ‘good’ in goodbye?”

“Where’s the ‘nice’ in nice try?”

“Where’s the ‘us’ in trust gone?”

“Now i’m the ‘lone’ in lonely, ‘cause I don’t own you only.”

“There’s an art in breaking hearts.”

“And when I see you in the street, I pray to god you don’t see the silent ‘hell’ in ‘I wish you well.’” 

“You’re doing all these things out of desperation.” 

“Fake a smile, yeah, lie and say that ‘i’m better now than ever,’ and your life’s okay.”

“You’re going through six degree’s of separation.”

“First, you think the worst is a broken heart.”

“And the third, is when your world splits down the middle.”

“And fourth, you’re gonna think that you fixed yourself.”

“Fifth, you see them out with someone else.”

“And the sixth, is when you admit that you may have fucked up a little.” 

“Tarot cards, gems and stones. Believing all that sit is gonna heal your soul, well it’s not.”

“There’s no starting over. Without finding closure.”

“You’d take them back, no hesitation.”

“There ain’t no help, it’s every man for himself.”

“She’s all laid up in bed with a broken heart.”

“I’m drinking jack all alone in my local bar.”

“Trying to make it work but man these times are hard.”

“She needs me now but I can’t seem to find the time.”

“And we don’t know how, how we got into this mess. Is it god’s test?”

“We’re gonna start by drinking old cheap bottles of wine, shit/sit talking up all night. Saying things we haven’t for a while.”

“We’re smiling but we’re close to tears.” 

“We just now got the feeling that we’re meeting for the first time.”

“Don’t give up on me baby.”

“Am I better off dead?” 

“Am I better off a quitter?”

“As they take me to my local down the street, i’m smiling but i’m dying trying not to drag my feet.”

“They say a few drinks will help me to forget her.”

“They all think i’m crazy but to me it’s perfect sense.”

“And my mates are all there trying to calm me down ‘cause i’m shouting your name all over town.”

“And I know that i’m drunk but i’ll say the words and she’ll listen time even though they’re slurred.”

“I’m still in love”

“but all I heard was nothing.” 

“I know if we’re face to face, then she’ll come to her senses.”

“Every drunk step I take leads me to her door.”

“If she sees how much i’m hurting, she’ll take me back for sure.”

“I got nothing.”

“They say i’m better off now than I ever was with her.”

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   “Speed dating? I could be up for something like that as long as the choices are fair for all. Hah, I’d say this is easier than tryin’ to ask one out.” the lancer smirks lightly, rubbing his chin curiously. “Count me in, sounds fun.”

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rutilare:

      “… what’s the best way to handle a really big dog who never listens to you?”

           “Give it a treat or something to get its attention,”

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           “Much more reliable than that damn stick,” Cu gives it a twirl then resting the spear along his shoulders.

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leuness:

          ❝ Perhaps not to your face, hmm? Cheap material means it just won’t do. It simply has a tendency to be destroyed far easier… though I guess they’ve grown fond of using cheaper material compared to the time I’m used to. It’s just how it is now, ❞ she comments, wondering if it was sheer laziness to continue to use well surviving materials like before or simply a fad in itself. ❝ Hoh? It’s not like there’s anything else to do in this city. Consider cute clothes a hobby, if you will. As for a date, I’ll have to pass, my boy. I’m not exactly interested, you see. ❞

          “Or maybe guys aren’t as nit picky on material as long as it fits. Oi, classic shirts like these are EASY to get a hold of! so if one gets ruined I’ll just get another  here or on the thing they call the internet.” he merely grins at her, little irritation due to her mockery of his clothing.”Well you’re right about that.  Huh .. can’t say I’d every do that for a hobby but each to their own, right? Lancer, you can call me that.  OUCH, just who beat me to gettin’ a date with you? My clothes? A Guy?“

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Team Scotland…

Image created by  巖本英利

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leuness:

          ❝ Three pairs? You’re not serious, are you? My, what a horrendous fashion offender you are, indeed, my boy. Besides, with fabric like that, it’s not as if you spent a fortune on them were you to do so— ❞

           “I like what I got and no other complaints have been said, except you of course. Does the material really matter if they fit just right when I fish or relax a lil? Hah. Little lady, you got a lot of time on your hands to worry about a guys choice in attire. Unless you’re asking for a date and you want me to look spiffy, then I might be able to wiggle that in.”

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a while back i painted lancer for a friend!

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tarasqued:

     “…………………”

     “Are you some sort of pervert?”

           “Easy on the assumptions little lady! Dragons aren’t even cute to pet, try a dog perhaps.”

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     “Is this a challenge of stripping down? count me in!”

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        “Geh, i think those freaks took off with my fishing pole! least my shirts are still here and the bait’. To think they’d wanna take something that wasn’t theirs is beyond me, ugh, anyways has anyone seen it?”

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tarasqued:

     “I miss Tarasque…”

     “Aren’t there any cute dragons around who are in need of petting…?”

         “I’m certain there is some other cute’ things need of pettin’. Ask the right person and you may just receive!”

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leuness:

          ❝ Huh? You must be joking, riiiight, mister? There’s no way someone would willingly wear something so hideous— ❞

        “Hey now, we all got what we like to wear. you cant tell me I gotta’ toss the 3 pair I have already, its unfair ya know?”

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       “I wonder if I can find more of those’ island print shirts around here’.” cause he had style..not. “Heh, this ONE looks pretty nice.”

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scholarprincess:

               ۞.Fingers would carefully grip at the side of a wooden building as her locks would flow out as she peered forward. The princess hardly knew anything of fighting, and thus she was being as sneaky as she could. So far, it was going well, but she had reached the end of her luck she believed. One, she had no idea where to go, and two, those people were on the hunt for all of them. She couldn’t help but feel a familiar feeling from this situation as she had been hunted many times before as well. Close to death she had been, but it never did get the chance to embrace her.

           ❝ Perhaps….the other way around… ❞ Her fingers would tremble ever so slightly as she would loosen her grip and finally let go as she went to turn around. As she did she’d collide in something most solid feeling. One hand would rest on her face, muttering a few ows, while the other would rest on whatever it was in front of her. Wait, that felt like a chest? Oh Goddesses.

           Quickly she’d remove her hand from feeling up the man as her face probably turned a few shades of red, probably red enough to be the same color as a tomato at this point. ❝ L-Lancer…! ❞ Her hand would move to her mouth though, reminding herself it’s best to keep silent. Nevermind the fact she just embarrassed herself entirely as she basically just felt up a man’s chest.

           ❝ What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be finding..the location or whatever like everyone else? ❞ Her voice would be slightly above a whisper, but not too loud. As she made sure since she didn’t want to draw attention to herself. Her voice would go silent for a moment, as the gears in her head suddenly started turning as she started thinking. Perhaps it was a good thing he was here, he looked able to fight when needed, perhaps…good enough for protection?

           ❝ Lancer….would you mind if I, uhm….tagged along with you? I can’t…really defend myself, from that. ❞ Sheepishly she would rub her arm with one hand as she would look to the side unable to meet his gaze. Given she felt like her pride just started getting poked at just simply by asking this. She didn’t want to take the risk though of dying here, so she would have to just bear with it.

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             Of all the places he could have been shoved into, Cu didn’t have too many complaints about the outer district. Given he would rather be fighting off something grand in a vast forest or even the mountains, beggars just couldn’t be choosers here. The hound would take a look at the food stands then of course what little nick knacks, hands settled within the pockets of his pants. “Huh, interesting get up.” Cu whistles gently to himself as the red hues continue to overlook the stands curiously. 

         Not nearly as lost as the girl, but it seemed they always found a way to run into each other.

      “Now what are the odds of this? Must be fate or luck!” He gives her a grin, a playful one at that. Her collision wasn’t enough to topple him over, head slightly looking down at her as her hand pressed firmly into his chest. Embarrassed as always, Cu chuckled at her face, keeping a grin upon his visage before acknowledging. “I’ll find it soon,” he brings a hand out of his pocket to rub the back of his neck. “Just waiting for something exciting to happen, ya feel? nothing like a good challenge to get my bones rattling! Hah!”

            Once he finishes rubbing his neck, Cu places his hand on top of her head, giving it a slight ruffle. He was weaponless but he could still give a good fight, Servants weren’t fragile after all. “From what, eh?” Cu leans off to the side and looks behind her, eye balling any guy with a dirty look on his face. The city seemed safe but there was always a catch to it. “Little surprises that the Lil’Lady don’t want. I getcha’,  we can consider this our date from the last time. Not as ideal as I hoped but I’ll take what I can.” And with that, he winks at her.

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erroneoux:

     The question didn’t come as a surprise, and her immediate reaction was to reach into her pocket to grab the lighter she used to spark fires some nights, not even looking at who asked the request of her. Sharing wasn’t exactly hard, not if they were nice about it. ❝ Here you are– ❞ it was when she actually looked up from her pocket and saw who she was handing the lighter to that she raised an eyebrow. This was– yes, this was definitely Rin’s Servant. Sure, he wasn’t wearing the particularly luminous spandex Hakuno had seen on him previously, but there was no mistaking his identity despite that.  

     ❝ Lancer? You’re here too? ❞

      So maybe his luck didn’t run out in this dump! The hound having a shimmer of hope in his eyes when he watched the girl pull out her lighter. “Finally!” Cu rejoices, grinning widely and leaning towards the flame. The cigarette rested at the edge of his lips, letting it simmer within the flame to catch itself lit. He gives the stick a few puffs, enjoying the bitter taste of the cigarette, but of course keeping the smoke out of her face. “Thank’s little Lady, I was going crazy without my lighter. Damn pain in the ass to find one for free.” Lancer taps the ashes to the ground, red hues staring at her while brows raise.

        “I’m pretty good at remembering cute faces like yours, but don’t take it the wrong way...Have we met before?”