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who wna rp :[ lms for a starter

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Send my muse “👀 + a question” and they’ll have to answer with 100% honesty.

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glasstouch:

Leaned forward in his spot on the couch, his eyes are glued to the tv screen while he searches through categories of movies as the female arrives with the popcorn. He glances her way when hearing her she speak and gives a side smile her way. “I never had kettle. I don’t even know what makes kettle popcorn, kettle.” He laughs a bit to himself then he turns his attention back to the screen. Dominic may have been searching for the movie for the two should watch the whole time Valentine went to fetch popcorn for them but to no avail. “I don’t know what to watch. It shouldn’t be this hard to find something.” He’ll lean back with a sigh and rake his hands through his hair. “ What are you in the mood for?”

“it’s sweet and salty, like... caramel popcorn but... not.” she’s explains vaguely. nodding her head slowly, she takes a handful of the buttered popcorn and pops one into her mouth. “you mean to tell me i was gone like -- seven whole minutes and you found nothing?” val laughs, setting the bowl down to reach for the remote. “i don’t know either, i haven’t watched real tv in so long. all i watch is cartoons, it’s tiring. do you want to watch horror, comedy, romance, romantic comedies? up to you man. i like scary movies, only if you’re down.”

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honeyedsmiles:

Jinun sips at his coffee while he hears rant on the phone. He’s been subject to many people like her in his career, so he’s not all that surprised.  He waits patiently until she’s done, giving her a tight-lipped smile when she turns her attention back to him. “Ah, I see.” He clears his throat. “I’m sure my agent has spoken to you and your agent about possibly working together, but I wanted to talk to you first hand, if that’s okay with you.”

she listens intently, nodding her head as he speaks. “well they talked to my agent, i’m not really that available -- mainly because i hate answering my phone i always feel like it’s going to fry my brain -- you know? but anyways, no i get that, it’s completely fine.” kiarra doesn’t know why she feels the need to fill in the silence between them, maybe to make herself seem... likeable. “what did you want to talk about?”

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armoredmoon:

“would it be crazy to say, i’ve been waiting to see which one of us would call first?” it’s a meek laugh, his stare is slowly transition into that of a million mile gaze. he feels himself detaching from his surroundings, slipping further into a pigeonhole of focus. the less senses he’s dependent on, the more he can heighten his hearing to hear her clearly through the line. how she breaths, the noise in the background, the whispered confessions that don’t quite make it out — all of it. swiping his lesser across his lip, he clears his throat slightly, “w-why did you call?”

she leans her forehead onto the counter, banging it lightly against the corner. she was scolding herself for the way her chest tightened when she heard his laugh, she knew it was forced but she wanted to hear it again. -- she hits her head too hard, “ow,” she mutters. leaning so she’s level with the counter, kiarra eyeballs the phone as if it were going to come alive and bite her. “i asked siri to call my mom and she called you instead... it was an accident.” lie. did she ever get tired of lying? 

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armoredmoon:

she’s shouting and it’s causing discomfort in his ears, not like she’d care anyway. he was confused by her excitement, he hadn’t uttered anything else other than her name and she was taking that as a positive thing? here she was, throwing herself at him, his only response was hugging her back in a louse manner. missing her was an understatement. “uh, yeah.” he always does, no point in acting like he doesn’t. “when did you get back?” it’s more confusion that dominates his tone as hues move to her bag and then back to her; the love of is life — someone he couldn’t hate no matter how much he tried.

she smiles widely at him, the welcome wasn’t as warm as she would’ve liked but she could work with it. she knew she had a habit of coming and going as she pleased, and she knew the affect it had on him, but she couldn’t help it. “i just got back actually, like... an hour or two ago it took me a little to leave the airport and then i stopped to grab something to eat. god i missed the food here, seems like it just... tastes better. sorry i’m talking a lot -- are you gonna invite me in or tell me to go fuck myself?” she asks with a head tilt, her expression rather coy. “i’d rather you tell me now before i get all cozy.”

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armoredmoon:

“what else is new?” his retort wastes no time firing itself right back after gavin speaks. he’s mildly annoyed already, of all things to say, he’s aiming for what? the obvious? small talk? seriously? disbelief etches itself into his feature, he’s both stunned and bothered by his sudden cameo. for a brief moment when their eyes lock, his chest tightens and he hates it, furiously fighting the feeling the minute it starts up within him. rolling his eyes, he sighs, “how long are you going to be in town?” he feels compelled to ask, because gavin is infamous for his spontaneity and horrendous timing, this wasn’t going to work. whatever they were going to hash out, or what morgan assumed would be hashing out, since he couldn’t just pick up where they left off. this was his day off, but obviously his thoughts would be preoccupied with someone who the sun rose and set on.

the worst thing about all of this was that morgan had been his best friend, and it had gotten to the point where the man couldn’t even look at him. here gavin stood, trying to make eye contact and it seemed he’d rather look at everything but him. he flinches at the tone of his voice, the sharp snap ringing in his ears as he takes the smallest of steps backwards. “i think a week, i uh... gotta get back. i have a wedding to go to in about two weeks so... can’t stay long.” his throat feels like it’s closing as he takes a big gulp, reaching out to touch morgan, he stops himself halfway and puts his hand back by his side. “i just wanted to see how you were doing.”

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loveisliquor:

she stares at him– just stares because it’s a scene and she’s taken aback. she squints and tries to make him out past the bloody nose. the curls in her hair amplify every move of her face but she’s too busy trying to put two and two together to care that she looks like a fidgety bunny. she moves closer to the bleeding man, a frown on her face. “…i know it’s pretty you just– you look familiar. despite the blood. i’m— uh– are you alright?” she frowns slightly. his face is making her brain itch and she isn’t sure why. “you– would you like a band aid or something?”

turning his head to the side, he spits blood to the pavement, careful not to get any near the girl. “y’really think a bandaid’s gonna cover this mess?” he laughs bitterly. there was a fair amount of blood flowing now due to him irritating it even further, and he felt somewhat lightheaded. taking a breath, he leans against the side of the building and shakes his head. “can’t imagine why i’d look familiar, i’ve never seen y’before in my life. and i like to think i’d remember a girl like you.”

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armoredmoon:

they were fickle, like a candle combating the wind; threatening to go out but managing to persevere. just when he was getting bored of his little game, he couldn’t hold her interest anymore and she left. with every right, though it took him quite a while to accept that fact. he toyed and taunted her, of course she would leave; it’s secretly what he wanted. it’s easier that way, but what he hadn’t planned on was, missing her. sure he had valid distractions, work kept him fairly busy, but he’d be a fool to deny keeping tabs on her. vague ones, not even directly him — his assistant was his medium — it rested easier on his conscious. he’d caught wind of that interview where he was brought up, hell he’d been asked the same questions; only he wasn’t being interviewed so he could save face easily. he studied her reaction, waiting for the slight error; a scratch in the cd, the bump under a wheel, the crack in the window pane. she was tougher than that, he wouldn’t catch her just like that. it lingered in his mind for a while, he read deep enough into it to entertain the idea of calling her. so much so, it places him on autopilot as he carries on with his day, but the only thing that replays is her reaction, her poise, her faux smile. it’s the vibration in his breast pocket that pulls him from a never ending reverie. it’s her. this is his mind playing a dangerously lucid trick on him. he’s had a dream or two like this before, this is all it was, he’ll answer and he wakes up from the dream. his chest felt tight as he lifted the phone to his ear after sliding his thumb across the screen. “…” the infamous kenneth anderson, at a loss of words? a hallmark moment, grab the camera, step right up and buy your tickets to see the cat that got his tongue. “…ki?” 

the funniest thing about the situation was how she had blackisted him from everything in her life. her friends and her workers, hell, even her family, weren’t allowed to say his name. kiarra had avoided all media when it had gotten out of their split, not wanting to see trending on twitter or on celebrity gossip on e!news. it was as though he never existed... if only it were that easy. she couldn’t even bring herself to delete his damn number after all this time. she stares down at the phone now, feeling like she just had the wind knocked out of her. it had all been a game to her and she wasn’t sure when the lines had blurred into reality. maybe that’s why she had cut it off. kiarra richie wasn’t anyone’s playtoy and she let it go on for far too long... or so she told herself. she takes a deep breath to try to get her drunken thoughts in order.. to spill her guts or hang up right there? “hi ken,” she breathes. hearing his voice made her head spin, holding a hand to the edge of the table to anchor herself, she stares hard at the phone. “why did you pick up?”

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