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@erxsxre asked: "You are too soft on the students sometimes, you need to be firm, unless you wish to be treated like a door matt."

His remark was met with a soft hum and a subtle upturn in one corner of her lips, he was right. He usually was whenever it came to his students, he knew them better than anyone after all, especially their mannerisms for when it came to seeing how much they were able to get away with. Things she would have to pick up on rather quickly unless she wanted to have the word 'Welcome' printed on her forehead.

'I know, you're right, I just don't want them to think I'm going to be, too, hard on them considering they're coming to me for assistance.' Her hands paused in their familiar movements, taking a second to look down at the exercise sheets sat on the table in front of her. Some of them had a lot of progress, others? Well they just looked like they just wanted to get it over with.

'Got any tricks of the trade you could share?'

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That was one thought they both unknowingly shared, the fact that neither of them trusted a piece of furniture, a thought that never would have crossed her mind looming over the musty smelling red sofa. The thud of his boot as he kicked it seemed to echo faintly, bouncing off each of the hideously papered yellow walls. That was certainly something to take note of right there, noise reverberation. The smallest of sounds seemed to cause an echo in the empty space, best to keep it to a minimum if it could be helped.

His voice drew her attention again, shifting gaze back to him a with a look of horror soon replacing her expression. He was getting worse, and whatever was wrong with him was rapidly spreading, if getting out of here wasn't priority number one before, as if it already wasn't, it certainly was now. She was quick to take his hand in her own and pull it away from his neck, shaking her head with such a sense of urgency she was hoping he'd pick up on how important it was for him to refrain himself.

Before she could even really respond to his earlier statement, the distant guttural shriek made her freeze in her place, blue eyes darting from corridor to corridor around them to try and even make a guess as to which way it was coming from, however that seemed to prove more difficult than one could hope or think.

'Think you might be right... Think we need to move toward the ringing. If there's someone calling, they must be expecting someone to answer right?'

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The tip of a worn boot came into contact with the aged wood of the malicious looking sofa, never once had it ever crossed his mind that he would have to check over a piece of furniture, to be sure it wasn't a threat, another kick, redeemed it safe, post, didn't pay attention to it, instead his head turned to look down a corridor in which the ominous ring of an ancient sounding telephone echoed from the walls, followed by a rather guttural roar and a rumbling growl.

"Best not to stay here, I have the feeling we are being....hunted."

There was some sort of gravity to his choice of phrase, describing their current situation, though all the while he had been checking at the sofa, his hand had once again come up to the itchy sore spot on his neck, the veins beneath seemingly now turned black and visible against the skin, though mostly obscured by hair and he himself obviously wouldn't be able to see it.

"We should move."

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@erxsxre asked: [text] Please let me come over and pet your cat.

[SMS to Jellybean 12:43am Sent] You have a spare key to my apartment, you don't have to get my permission!

[SMS to Jellybean 12:44am Sent] Do you want me to bring him around so you can give him love or did you want to swing by and curl up in your spot with him?

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Closed interaction w/ @the-expatriate from X

It was certainly a sight to behold, and something one would not witness on a regular basis. At first, she was even questioning if she had even really saw the even that unfolded properly, her jaw falling sightly agape in bewilderment, a smile slowly pulling upwards at the corners of her lips. What just happened!?

The other's outburst of laughter only confirmed what was witnessed, her smile spreading into a full blown grin followed by what could only be described as a scratchy sounding laugh coming from the blonde. It wasn't loud by any means, rather on the quiet side if not close to being silent, but its intensity was equally matched to the blue haired woman beside her. The only response she was able to muster up at the moment was a rapid nod, looking her way so she knew she was in fact acknowledging and interacting with her.

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Reasons not to leave your neko partner alone with your fish: EVERYTHING is in the tank

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Looking over the application brought a beaming smile to her face, taking a page from his book that she was sure would get him to chuckle or at the very least make him crack a subtle grin. Grabbing a lavender permanent marker, she started going over the application. 'I Love you, too, Jellybean'

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Closed starter for @clown-demon

Well this one was certainly....eccentric.. An individual with a personality that was flashier than his attire, certainly a hyper one if she were to describe him from just a quick glance. Not that she was meaning to, or that she'd noticed she was even doing it, but she was unintentionally staring, subconsciously studying him from a distance.

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@acrxmxnal asked: "you're not what i expected..."

His little confession was enough to make her pause mid pencil stroke, eyes fixated on the page on the scratched up tabletop in front of her before her eyes lifted to look at him with a hint of surprise in them. Not what he expected, huh? Blue eyes slowly lifted to look him in his dark browns as if trying to read him for a hint of what he meant before asking.

The assignment she'd been working on was soon pushed away and replaced by the well loved notebook she hauled everywhere, jotting down a quick note, turning the book and sliding it in front of him.

'What were you expecting?'

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His reaction caught her a tad bit off guard, not typically the reaction she got initially when first communication was made. Sure the shocked silence was a common response, happened almost every time so it came as no surprise when he didn't say anything to begin with. The thing that threw her off, however, was the enthusiasm and excited compliments that were not typically on the list of norms. That alone earned him couple of perplexed blinks before pulling herself together to return a lopsided grin, the clicking of her keys breaking her own moment of silence.

'Your reaction wasn't what I was expecting forgive me! Rare breed is probably the best description that could be used!' The electronic voice sounded once more, a quiet raspy laugh coming from the woman herself.

'Personally I have to agree! The darker versions tend to give you that spine shiver that you would get hearing those cheesy ghost stories as a kid. But the softer versions of them aren't bad either!'

Hearing his description of his friend brought a smile to her face that just seemed like it fit there almost permanently, reminded her a bit of herself and how her sister use to call her the flower child of the family, especially since she was the only one who didn't mind getting down in the dirt to plant things.

'Well I'm not sure what his home is like, so I don't want to suggest something ,too, tall..' Lips pursed to the side in thought her eyes scanned over a wall of plants just off to the right of him. If he was looking for something for a person for a 'sunshine' personality... Pushing herself up from her seated position behind the counter she moved over to a vibrant bunch of plants, more particularly, a vividly orange yellow and red blanket flower.

With a swift little shuffle back behind the counter, she set the plant on the surface in front of him with an inquisitive tilt of the head for his thoughts.

                                            ꧁↠☽《†》☽↠ ꧂

Watching as the blonde types away at her laptop at first before responding to him, Jack felt almost ignored—that is, until he hears the speech from the laptop addressing his words.

A blink of surprise, before it turns into another look similar to that of awe. Standing a little in silence to process this odd method of communication, after the initial question of which version he had brought up—he blinks once more, shaking his head, before returning to that smile of childish amusement!

Despite all of this, he did, in fact, catch that cover up of notes. He just pretended not to notice.

“Woah—that's neat! You are definitely something, huh? Plants, cool stories, and you speak through a computer! You are a rare breed.”

He laughs at his own comment before answering, “I mean either or, I like both versions. I'm not too picky about tales like those, but I like the darker, more obscure versions. Even if they don't make sense every so often! It's a nice change of pace, in my opinion.”

He then thinks back to her prior question of 'help', “Honestly, I came in here because this place reminded me of things one of my friends liked. He is a huge flower dork, which is even funnier considering we call him 'Sunflower Child'. He's literally a walking ray of sunshine, and so I was curious what he would really like in here.”

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Anonymous asked: There is a present on her desk @daxghterofdxrkness

The first thing she did upon finding the elegantly wrapped box was search for the tag, a bit thrown off by its appearance on her work space considering it hadn't been there when she'd left.

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Anonymous asked: (Fluster muse thing) Puts a finger under her chin, leaning to her ear to purr. "I want to kiss on those pretty lips....but I don't think the office needs a show today." @daxghterofdxrkness

The sentence caught her off guard that was for sure, the blood instantly running to her face to turn it into a mild red-ish pink color, a bit too stunned for words, she just kinda stared at the other woman.

'U..U-um....' 45%

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@erxsxre asked: [RAMSAY]: after the receiver commits a culinary crime, the sender presses two slices of bread against either side of their face, cupping their face to hold the bread in place, and calls them an idiot sandwich.

The charred remains of what was attempted to be a simple toad in the hole sat smoking in the frying pan on the stove beside them. The pungent scent of burnt toast, egg, and sausage invading the air and both of their nostrils.

Unbeknownst to her, she'd apparently bumped the knob on the stove to a higher heat when walking away for all of two seconds to pick up the coffee bean mess Monroe had made when he jumped on the counter trying to snag a spare sausage, and well... Rest was history from there. She'd stepped away for just a little, too, long and caused what could only be described as a morning massacre.

Now standing before him, face cupped between the two slices of bread in his palms, bright blue eyes shifted off to the side with a soft exhaled sigh through her nostrils in an attempt to cover her culinary shame. There went the idea of surprising him with breakfast in bed for a while. 'A burnt idiot sandwich' She jested, trying to at least make him crack a small smile while attempting to keep herself from cracking one herself.

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Anonymous asked:...somewhere in the distance..."Yes...YES....YESSSS! AHOUHOUHOUH!" *pop* "YES!"

The amount of laughter that came pouring out of her was almost concerning sounding, doubling over to try and catch her breath but to no avail, the slightest of wheezes sounding in the back of her throat.

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Anonymous asked: How do you feel about sausage?

'Um...It's..Okay? I guess? Not a favorite unless it's like a turkey sausage I guess?'

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Earthly?

'Earthly as in plants, or earthly as in...being from earth? Because you would be correct on both of those assumptions!'

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His silence, the ever so slight expression of what could have been tagged as either discomfort or one she had become quite accustomed to at this point, uncertainty. Not that she blamed him by any means for him feeling as such, it evident that whatever this sick little game of cat and mouse was had been something he and the others reluctantly became accustomed to. A sad, sinking feeling that. Having to forcibly dragged into something so sinister that it just becomes routine.

The silhouettes in that materialized through the fog caught the mute's attention for a brief moment, taking each one and taking in small features, expressions, anything really that she could use to get a read on them, even if only just to see who she was in with. Only when the disturbed embers kicked up into the air from the tossed in offerings did her attention return to the man sitting beside her. Her eyes seem to keep settled on his, absorbing every word uttered and taking warning of what was to come as if she was afraid of forgetting. Though, from what he was saying this was going to be nothing that could probably ever be in the first place. Ten years.. An obvious answer to the question of if there was a way out or not, if there was they all would have taken it by now.

'What kind of monsters are we talking about exactly? What are we walking into?' Another note jotted. 'I'm not one to give in easily, I promise I won't slow you down. I don't have to write for communication all the time, but I don't know if you know hand signs or not.'

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋,  is the first thought he had when the pad was shown to him.   trials were dangerous  &  required rapid communication.  after he had sat down, he ran his hands over his thighs out of habit.  he took the hand offered into his own, shook it, and released.  maybe he’s being a little unfair,  because this was her first one.  he glanced around  &  saw the others out of the light of the fire, but close enough to be summoned.  a  handful came forward and tossed offerings into the fire.   

❛   been ‘ere ten years. i think.    ❜   he only knows 𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 have passed because claudette kept a log of those that were stolen.  details of when they arrived. how long they’ve been in the domain,  &  how faded they had started to appear.   ❛   sorry to say it, love, but ‘his isn’t goin’ to be a pretty game for you.   ‘hese monsters are out to kill you and they do. you will feel it. but, you won’t die. ‘hat doesn’t happen unless you give up completely.    ❜