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" so.... I heard you had information. "

Why is Abram’s over her. Why was his hand on the wall? Was this Steven’s idea? She’ll blame him. She manages to bend her knees slightly, despite one heel being off and holding it, slightly hissing at the taller man.

    “ no– get away from me. “

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if you are younger than me you are my child

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  “ Whoooa, he can’t calm down at all, huh.    I’m getting 𝒷𝓊𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒻𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓈 just looking at him.”  @bloodjolt

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hi my names styx and this is my fucking blog for kk. i’m a) too lazy to make a promo and b) emotionally compromised by how much i love her and her husband to actually make one so give this a like or rb if you wanna be mom’d. im a touch private and selective, and im not v. responcive sometimes so pwease bear with me. ilu all tho peace.

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    “ apple bottom jeans       boots with the fur       the whole club looking at him.       he hit the floor       next thing you know       steven broke his hip probably. “

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The 69th icon is your muse's reaction to Sinday!

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whiteghcst:

    REMEMBER ME

                                         don’t let it make you 𝒸𝓇𝓎.

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bigzappr:

          ❛  HUH  ??  I  never  said  anything  about  that.  that’s  really  suspicious,  you  know.  ❜

    “ don’t make me put you down, zapp. “

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bloodfroze:

      “    sadly, not everyone can enjoy the bourgeois lifestyle you live.    ”     he shakes out the cuffs of his neon purple suit, sliding a pair of shades on; not often do they have to do something undercover, and one that would have to be done personally, but if the mission called for it, then who has steven to refuse?

       at least he’d be having a little FUN with it, unlike miss stick in the mud.       “     put on those flare pants, kk. we’ve got a job to do.     ”

    “ i’d rather DIE than wear the flares. “

He looks stupid enough, and for a woman of her caliber ( haha, gun jokes. ), she refuses to wear something so degrading as...flare pants. Her face skewers, holding the obnoxiously neon pink pants to her face, grumbling as she moves off to the side.

A few moments later and she has more regrets than before. Who knew the material would be so clingy? She’s in her 30′s, for godsake. She’s had two kids! She hates clingy material.

    “ this is stupid. “

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Monk runs over and drops a comb in KK's hands! Brushie? Excited for brushie, much brushie, yes??

    “ monk– “

Oh, she doesn’t think this is stolen. Or if it is, it’s probably not noteworthy ( it’s probably zapp’s, and honestly, who cares if he stole zapps comb ? ). Drops her bag, ignoring the way the others watch her and hums a tune– mostly to herself, somewhat to Monk as she comb’s him. After all, it’s best to keep a puppy calm when grooming them, yes?

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❛ i get the message you wish i was dead. ❜

FURIOUS BLOOD IN MY VEINS.

She’s silently watching the security footage on his command, eyes glazed and listening to his soft rambling. He speaks, loud enough to catch her attention, and she turns to watch him. Yes, she is annoyed she’s not at home– but somehow, the way he speaks, feels more damning than the way her kids speak to her sometimes.

Her eyes narrow, and her hand reaches out. Pokes him, gently. She won’t speak, because she’d prefer not to let any kind of affections known, and despite her abhorance to touch him ( he’s always cold and she hates it. it makes her wish she could do more, sometimes. ), she takes his hand.

Only for as long as it takes Klaus to come back, though.

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❛ Here we go, fist fight in a limousine... ❜

FURIOUS BLOOD IN MY VEINS.

Fingers TAP across her keypad, leant forward to mask the severity of the marks blossoming across her skin. Klaus is, for lack of better word, perfectly unharmed– she had been the target, and while she doesn’t know why, she’s just glad they left him be.

Although she thinks he might feel differently.

When he speaks, she chances a glance up– wants to affirm apologies, to say something, but all it does is make her muse. Stop, wonder, listen quietly. She doesn’t know how to actually reply, beyond confirmation that she’s fine, she lived. So she looks at him, idly playing with the gun in her hand before attempting a smile ( it doesn’t reach her eyes ).

    “ but they don’t know who we are. “

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LEONARDO.

well, this is an embarrassing situation to be in.  he wishes he could say it was the first time he’s been in it, but no.  not even a little bit.  still, it would’ve been nice to save some face in front of kk, who actually seems to like him a bit – sometimes, he honestly isn’t sure about some of the other members of libra.

leo dangles precariously from the tree branches, trying to wave without dislodging himself too much – falling from this height would mean another hospital visit for sure, and his poor wallet couldn’t handle that. 

        ❛ uh – h-hey, miss kk? if it’s not too much to ask, could you, uh – could ya help me out please? ❜

@bloodjolt liked for a third son.

    “ ... leonardo. what a tree-t to see you here. “

Honestly, the pun was. Pure instinct. She’s staring at him, phone pressed to one ear and tightly clutching her breifcase in the other. What she had been doing is long since over, and her plans to go home and take a three hour bath had been interrupted by a relay call to Klaus about how it went.

And that was interrupted by this scene before her.

Hears Klaus make a confused noise, and the questions begin. She laughs quietly, muttering a swift apology before hanging up.

This will require her full attention. Don’t want to damage her eldest son now, does she?

    “ of course. just ... trust me, okay ? “

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MONK.

Monk glared at KK as he chewed on the corner of these important papers. He didn’t like people leaving the office with papers, because it meant they sometimes didn’t come back for a long time! Monk liked KK, there was something about her… It was something Monk recognized, despite never having had such a person in his life. He didn’t want such a person putting themselves in danger over some stupid papers that dumb Steven-person put in their hands like a dumb buttface.

So here he was, sulking as much as a tiny chimera could while holding the papers hostage AND blocking the way to the door. “Nnnnnooooo…!” One of the few words he knew how to say, to express his dislike of the situation.

She feels kinda bad for having to leave, between her kids and husband, and now Monk apparently-- it’s heart warming but pulls at her sometimes. Sighs deeply, leaning down to thread fingers slowly through Monk’s fur. Wants to say something comforting, but the only thing she can think of to say is that she’ll be back. It’s not great, and she’s said it so many times, she’s not sure if it’ll put any weight on the fact she needs the missive in order to ensure the saftey of the people who live in Hellsalem’s Lot.

While she ponders, she squats before him, gently scratching at his chin. Her mothering is strong today.

    “ c’mon-- i’ll only be gone for a little while. “

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roleplayers who can chat for hours about their muses and also support one another in their real lives and their writing and their hopes and dreams too got me hearteyes

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CHAIN.

       And honestly, neither did she. She’d rather be in bed than up at this god awful hour for the security briefing. If only someone thought about setting up the security camera’s a smidge higher. The very important Gang meeting the two were listening, and somewhat watching in on, was being picked up in full, but the only thing the camera had to any of the members, was recordings of their asses. Chain wasn’t surprised, this is what you got for outsourcing surveillance work! 

         After one mobster wearing brown slacks turned in his seat and farted, she had enough, and reached for the remote hitting the pause button on the projector screen. “Honestly, do we really need to sit here through the whole thing?” Steven wasn’t going to show up for another hour, they could just half ass their way through feed. Anything was better than a full view of some mobsters ass until he decided to show up. “Why can’t he just have the shit monkey do it?”

    “ i don’t like this either-- “

She has a weird feeling this is some kind of punishment for the fact she almost shot him the other day. Which is, in essance, stupid. How was she supposed to garner from his stupid fighting style that he’d wanna move forward, toward where she was shooting?

Regardless, making Chain pay for a miss-step on her half seems a little overboard. She’ll have to have words with him later, but for now she simply leans over and begins to fast forward. At least she has her eyesight, allowing chain to sit back while she examines the tape. Does she really think there’s a blood breed within the ranks of a mob? No. Not even slightly. But she has to check.

She can’t deny there’s still a possibility of it.

    “ do we have any coffee ? “

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ill do replies today-- yesterday was fucking hot so i didn’t wanna move, let alone write.