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Byron smiled over at Asta incredibly pleased and it was obvious. He was pretty well infatuated already. "We have a tea experiment planned for next weekend. Having our own personalized cups would make it that much more fun." He explained and turned back to the woman.

"I'm really excited for this little art project. I haven’t been able to do this since I was a kid." It was obvious Byron was telling the truth. He practically vibrated with excitement and he couldn't stop grinning.

Byron stepped into the bookshop and paused to take a deep breath. He loved books. It was why he decided to become a teacher. But, that reminded him that he was here on a mission. He was looking for another book to have the kids work on.

Whistling quietly Byron walked over to one of the counters to see a young woman with hair the color of copper. Though in the sharp sunlight it had more of a reddish hue. "Excuse me Ma'am. Could you point me to the young adult section?"

@saphire-sweater

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Byron lit up when he saw the vase. "Oh wow." He breathed and had to visibility restrain himself from touching. "How did you do that? Get that pattern I mean? It looks so realistic." He wasn't trying to be overly polite, but was genuinely impressed by the intricacy of the designs.

"I'd never be able to do that. I'm just not artistic at all." Byron laughed softly. It didn't bother him that he wasn't an artist. But he was a teacher. A good one, he liked to believe.

Byron stepped into the bookshop and paused to take a deep breath. He loved books. It was why he decided to become a teacher. But, that reminded him that he was here on a mission. He was looking for another book to have the kids work on.

Whistling quietly Byron walked over to one of the counters to see a young woman with hair the color of copper. Though in the sharp sunlight it had more of a reddish hue. "Excuse me Ma'am. Could you point me to the young adult section?"

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"Probably. When we walked in she looked ready to throw hands." He said and wrapped an arm idly across her shoulders. "I don't think being a teacher counts as customer service, but." Byron shook his head. "Man the stories I could tell you. I tell you, the number of entitled brats and their parents is unreal."

Byron looked up when the woman returned with two glasses of wine. "Thank you very much." He said reaching out to take the glasses. "Do you know if anyone else was showing up? Or if there would be someone to oversee?"

Byron stepped into the bookshop and paused to take a deep breath. He loved books. It was why he decided to become a teacher. But, that reminded him that he was here on a mission. He was looking for another book to have the kids work on.

Whistling quietly Byron walked over to one of the counters to see a young woman with hair the color of copper. Though in the sharp sunlight it had more of a reddish hue. "Excuse me Ma'am. Could you point me to the young adult section?"

@saphire-sweater

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Byron smiles up at the woman when she returned. "What can say? We knew what we wanted." He said with a shrug and laugh as he helped hand her the menus. He was still contemplating how to paint these shells when he had no artistic talet at all when they were asked for drinks.

"I don't suppose you guys have Merlot? I'd love a glass." Byron didn't normally drink wine, he just didn't drink alcohol much in general but the merlot was one he enjoyed on occasion.

Byron stepped into the bookshop and paused to take a deep breath. He loved books. It was why he decided to become a teacher. But, that reminded him that he was here on a mission. He was looking for another book to have the kids work on.

Whistling quietly Byron walked over to one of the counters to see a young woman with hair the color of copper. Though in the sharp sunlight it had more of a reddish hue. "Excuse me Ma'am. Could you point me to the young adult section?"

@saphire-sweater

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"Hmm... I think for me a bigger mug would be better. I'm worried the slimmer one might be too small for my hands." He was a pretty big guy, and if he wasn't careful with small items he could crush them on accident. He didn't want to crush something Asta made him.

"What kind of shells would you like on your cup? I don't know many if I'm honest." Byron pulled out his phone to start looking up pictures of sea shells that he might be able to paint on her cup.

Byron stepped into the bookshop and paused to take a deep breath. He loved books. It was why he decided to become a teacher. But, that reminded him that he was here on a mission. He was looking for another book to have the kids work on.

Whistling quietly Byron walked over to one of the counters to see a young woman with hair the color of copper. Though in the sharp sunlight it had more of a reddish hue. "Excuse me Ma'am. Could you point me to the young adult section?"

@saphire-sweater

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"Fruit seemed easier to dry and from my research you get better flavor if you dry it yourself. Apparently the mass drying process somehow removes a lot of the flavor." Byron explained as he took a seat beside Asta. "I like that. That's a lovely shade of green. What about this ocean theme for you? I could add fish and shells, make it look kinda like a beach."

Byron stepped into the bookshop and paused to take a deep breath. He loved books. It was why he decided to become a teacher. But, that reminded him that he was here on a mission. He was looking for another book to have the kids work on.

Whistling quietly Byron walked over to one of the counters to see a young woman with hair the color of copper. Though in the sharp sunlight it had more of a reddish hue. "Excuse me Ma'am. Could you point me to the young adult section?"

@saphire-sweater

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"Alright. Thank you for your help." Byron said with a smile as he released Asta and grabbed an apron. Then he turned to look at her and sighed. "I think she was in a bad mood. I hope it wasn't a customer that did that." He said slipping the apron over his head and trying it behind him.

"We said cups right? We can paint each other tea mugs and use them for our next date. I have a bunch of fruit that I started drying to use for tea, but I don’t have as many herbs. Those are harder to get so I'll have to get them pre-dried."

Byron stepped into the bookshop and paused to take a deep breath. He loved books. It was why he decided to become a teacher. But, that reminded him that he was here on a mission. He was looking for another book to have the kids work on.

Whistling quietly Byron walked over to one of the counters to see a young woman with hair the color of copper. Though in the sharp sunlight it had more of a reddish hue. "Excuse me Ma'am. Could you point me to the young adult section?"

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"I think we do. My mom is just excited. I can hold her off for a little while, but I'll talk to you about arranging a video call first." He promised before shutting off the car. He kissed her cheek and climbed out, hurrying to the other side of the truck to make sure she was able to get out safely.

Again ge held his arm out. Inviting Asta to touch if she wanted to, though she had yet to turn down an invitation.

Inside was a plump older woman that reminded Byron of someone's grandmother. Unfortunately the look was only superficial because her eyes and smile had a crule edge that made Byron uneasy. He wrapped his arm around Asta's waist and held her close as he smiled at the woman and explained they were there for the pottery painting.

Byron stepped into the bookshop and paused to take a deep breath. He loved books. It was why he decided to become a teacher. But, that reminded him that he was here on a mission. He was looking for another book to have the kids work on.

Whistling quietly Byron walked over to one of the counters to see a young woman with hair the color of copper. Though in the sharp sunlight it had more of a reddish hue. "Excuse me Ma'am. Could you point me to the young adult section?"

@saphire-sweater

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"Baking would be fun. Maybe I can learn how to make those maple cookies my mom loves so much." Byron grew quiet for a couple of minutes before speaking again. "I told her about you. My mom I mean. She wants to meet you. I told her it's still pretty early in our relationship, but she is adamant. Dad spoke up too." Byron grinned suddenly. "Though that was more of a 'about damn time' kind of chiding."

Byron eventually parked and turned to face her. "I told her it might be a few months before she can meet you. To see if this will actually turn into something long term."

Byron stepped into the bookshop and paused to take a deep breath. He loved books. It was why he decided to become a teacher. But, that reminded him that he was here on a mission. He was looking for another book to have the kids work on.

Whistling quietly Byron walked over to one of the counters to see a young woman with hair the color of copper. Though in the sharp sunlight it had more of a reddish hue. "Excuse me Ma'am. Could you point me to the young adult section?"

@saphire-sweater

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"That sounds like a great time to me. I always wanted to learn the tango, or... what was it? Foxtrot? Ballroom style was always looked beautiful to me. Taking some swing classes would be a lot of fun. Something a little higher energy."

Byron braked slowly, coming to a stop and sat forward a little so he could look both ways, ignoring the car behind him that honked incessantly at his caution. However, his caution proved right as another car barreled right through the stop sign.

"And that." He proclaimed as he hit the gas a little. "Is precisely why I tend to be over cautious. Because people don't obey road law." Byron gently grabbed Asta's hand and squeezed her fingers. Showing that he had been thinking about her. "What do you think about swimming? I considered scuba diving as a fun, if pricey, activity."

Byron stepped into the bookshop and paused to take a deep breath. He loved books. It was why he decided to become a teacher. But, that reminded him that he was here on a mission. He was looking for another book to have the kids work on.

Whistling quietly Byron walked over to one of the counters to see a young woman with hair the color of copper. Though in the sharp sunlight it had more of a reddish hue. "Excuse me Ma'am. Could you point me to the young adult section?"

@saphire-sweater

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@fullmxtal-elrich Looky what friend made!

[Context: Mustang forces Ed to go to a military gala which means it's Suit Time™ and of course Ling will compliment Ed to try and boost his ego. Apparently Ed's easily flustered.]

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Carell felt himself smile as Jabari said this. "That sounds lovely. I'll be sure to tell you when I'm on my way home. If my client would stop being difficult I would have been home already."

Admittedly Carell didn't like lying to his boyfriend. Unfortunately his job wasn't one that you could just flaunt around, and several of his actual clients were different parts of the governing body. The client he mentioned on the phone was his target.

"It shouldn't be too much longer. There aren't many more options left to him. Early next week I hope."

{ FLOWERS 🌹 } --- Sender brings sends flowers to receiver.

-I hope you enjoy these in lou of my presence. I'm afraid I'll be out if town for a few more days, but I should return next week.

Happy Valentine's day.-

Jabari gently picked up the beautiful flowers and, after reading the note, couldn't help the soft, dreamy sigh that left him. True, it did kind of suck that they couldn't be together today, but he decided to give the man a call instead.

Dialing his number, he held the flowers carefully against his chest and hummed softly, waiting to see if he would answer. if not, he would leave a voicemail instead.

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let your muse have ugly traits! let your muse have unhealthy coping mechanisms! let your muse be toxic! let them be a hypocrite! let them do things that make you cringe! let them relapse and spiral and experience moral decline, as a treat! it’s roleplay. it’s supposed to be fun, and it’s even cathartic for some. embrace your whole muse. 

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The familiar notes of Creed's "Six Feet" sounded from one of the doors in the community center. Normally the door to the music room was locked unless there were classes, so hearing music from a room that should have been empty was a little unusual. Carell, however, didn't care.

His somber mood was reflected in the song he chose to play. After another rough night of little sleep and near constant nightmares the song felt appropriate.

(Private starter for @kurai-honoo)

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Send my muse a wet dream and they will rate it on how they wake up:

1. Discomfort/Disgusted 2. Confused/Uncomfortably aroused 3. Slightly aroused 4. Very aroused 5. Had an orgasm in their sleep

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Aisling smiled at Damon and nodded. "Sure. I'd like that." Perfect cover. Make friends. Make it look like she belonged here. It would make it easier to get closer to her target.

Meanwhile, Carell was sharpening one of his daggers when he was suddenly surrounded. He stood, slowly. Growling, he looked around at his attackers. "Who are you? What do you want?"

Even in the best days Carell didn't like the maids attending him. Now at five and a half months along, Carell liked it even less. He snapped and snarled at the women until they all ran from the room for fear he would burn them alive.

However, that left Carell alone to try to take care of himself. His center of gravity changed, leaving him unbalanced. His protruding stomach left him front heavy, which didn't help his balance.

He had fallen three times in the past week by simply trying to take care of himself. Thankfully neither him, nor the child he carried had been harmed; save for a bruise on Carell's cheek and shoulder from where he slammed into the door frame.

(Private rp with @x-whiskeylullaby-x)