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for muses that are getting to know each other

❝ what's your favorite color and why? ❞

❝ can i come with you? ❞

❝ you have a nice smile, has anyone ever told you that before? ❞

❝ how do you take your coffee? ❞

❝ sorry, what was your name again? ❞

❝ it just occurred to me i never asked you what your last name is. ❞

❝ actually we've met before. ❞

❝ i've heard a few things about you. ❞

❝ care to join me? ❞

❝ i'm not really sure why i trust you. ❞

❝ i don't usually talk this much, it just feels easy to say stuff when you're listening. ❞

❝ i know we don't know each other that well but if you wanna talk about it... ❞

❝ could you help me with something? ❞

❝ do you like it here? ❞

❝ are you new around here? ❞

❝ you can ask me anything you want. i promise i'll answer truthfully except the things i feel like lying about. ❞

❝ i don't mean to be too forward, you just seem like you could use a friend right now. ❞

❝ you can come with me. i mean if you don't have anyone waiting for you. ❞

❝ we're friends now. you can ask me for help. ❞

❝ do you like this music? i can change it. ❞

❝ what are your favorite snacks? ❞

❝ really? i wouldn't have guessed that about you. ❞

❝ do you mind if i ask about it? ❞

ACTIONS:

VISIT: for sender to go to receiver's home for the first time

VISITED: for receiver to go to sender's home for the first time

CRYING: for sender to see receiver cry for the first time

CRIED: for receiver to see sender cry for the first time

BEGIN: sender and receiver are on their first date together

TRIP: our muses go on a group trip but end up stuck together, away from the rest of their friends.

SITUATION: our muses are acquainted because one of them is their friend's roommate. muse a shows up when their friend isn't there and ends up hanging out with muse b one on one.

GO: our muses go to a zoo or theme park together and get lost.

INVITE: sender cooks for receiver for the first time

INVITED: receiver cooks for sender for the first time

TOGETHER: our muses spend the night for the first time

TRY: our muses hooked up and are hanging out the next day

COMFORT: sender is going through a break up and receiver offers to cheer them up

COMFORTED: receiver is going through a break up and sender offers to cheer them up

OFFER: sender gives receiver a ride to the airport/picks them up

OFERED: receiver gives sender a ride to the airport/picks them up

AID: sender helps receiver redecorate

AIDING: receiver helps sender redecorate

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all this anger was once love.

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@heardvoices said: " do you have a fear of sssnakes?"

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{❤} -- Well, that was certainly one way to introduce yourself. 

Gus quirked a brow, mimicking the stranger’s hissed phonetic delivery. ❝No, I don’t have a fear of “sssnakes”.❞ His eyes glimmered briefly with confused amusement, though he remained largely aloof. ❝Why are you asking?❞

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@consultingsister sent a sentence starter: " hell is a teenage girl. "

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{❤} -- He tutted, a look of mild annoyance flitting across his face – present, but not deep enough to warrant a stronger reaction to her throwaway comment. ❝Watch it. That’s my daughter you’re talking about.❞

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{Anyway - I'm back, lmao!! Sorry about my absence, I've been mega busy preparing for a family event, but it's done now so I have the time to write again!! Let's gooooo, bitches??? Send me shit!! Tag me in starters!! I'm backkkkk!!}

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Ask my character "How do you feel about ______?" Anonymous said: How do you feel about trans people?

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{❤} -- ❝I don’t feel anything about trans people. They’re just people.❞ he replied casually – no performative activism, no agenda. Gus might have looked like the kind of guy who’d chew you up and spit you out over inconsequential differences, but he was surprisingly easy-going once you got to know him.

❝Besides, I have two kids. What if my daughter comes out as trans tomorrow? What would I do – kick her out? For being different?❞ He scoffed, shaking his head. ❝That’s not being a parent. That’s persecution.❞ There was a bitter, resentful edge to his tone, quite plausibly hinting at a comparable experience of his own. Gus’ parents hadn’t exactly reacted with tact upon learning of his bisexuality. Of course, that was just another stain on the endlessly long catalogue of reasons why he and his family had severed the ties. 

At the end of the day, Gus had felt the sharp sting of intolerance and was therefore stubbornly disinclined to inflict it upon another group of marginalised people. Besides, he had worthier targets at which to aim his reproach – like his ex-wife, for starters.

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{❤} -- While Yusuke’s obdurate will was a strength to behold, so was Gus’. If not for the inescapable unravelling of the final chords of the track, it was entirely plausible they could’ve stayed there all night in cacophonous limbo - both just waiting for the other to crack, without accomplishing anything but a mutually raging headache.

There was a moment in which Gus genuinely considered pressing play on the next song. 

Inevitably, though, he conceded to the fact: Yusuke was not going to move from that damn spot until he extracted some form of conversation out of him. Exhaling a listless sigh, Gus folded his arms and resigned himself to the unwanted exchange. 

❝Alright. You win. The fuck do you want, Yusuke?❞ His words came out snappishly, spoken through pure exhaustion, but he was already adding several spoons of ground coffee to the machine – enough for the two of them.

If Yusuke could retreat into the jacket of his suit, then he would..all to escape this noise Gus called music. The man wasn’t even singing at this point..just screaming into his damn microphone as though he was an alcoholic husband in the 70s. He had heard there were a couple of guys stirring trouble in the neighborhood, being an ex mafia himself, he thought he could have gotten answers from Gus and not an incredibly bad ear-ache.

━━   ❝   𝐂𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐲𝐚 𝐢𝐟 𝐈'𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐟!!!   ❞   He utters as he tucked both his hands into his pockets, retreating by covering his ears would be what he’d call the bitch way out, it’s probably what Gus expected..no, he was going to tough this out. Ugh he could just see his own headstone: Urameshi Yusuke, 24, death by bad music.

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Send my character messages that you think will strike a nerve. Anonymous said: Knowing you I bet your father is an incredibly kind person

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{❤} -- There was something fundamentally incredulous etched into Gus’ expression. ❝Uh huh…and did he pay you to say that?❞ he retorted with a bitter, contemptuous scoff. ❝Nobody likes my father, except for his systematically indoctrinated hype crew of other schizophrenic deadbeats.❞

❝I suppose I should thank him, though…he’s the reason I walked away from the kind of shit I was dragged into. I won’t bring that around my kids like he did. I won’t. Dragana and Nina shouldn’t have to pay for the mistakes I made like it's their fucking problem. I want...I have to be better than that. For them.❞ What's this? A rare moment of genuine candour? Incredible.

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Send my character messages that you think will strike a nerve. Anonymous said: Once a criminal, always a criminal.

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{❤} -- Gus lifted his hands in acknowledgement of his checkered past. ❝If you want to believe that, I don’t give a rat’s ass. You’re going to think it no matter what I say. Still never killed anyone, though.❞

There was no moral ambiguity about the long trail of bloody footprints he’d left behind him, but Gus couldn’t change the past – no matter how much he wished he could. What he could do, though, was grow from the lessons life had taught him and raise his two girls to make informed, more principled choices than he ever had when he was young. Condemn him to Hell as people may, but realistically, Gus couldn’t do any more than he already was to right his wrongs.

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Send my character messages that you think will strike a nerve.

Whether the reaction be anger or sadness.

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{❤} -- A low hum of recognition rumbled from his throat, ❝Hm…you’ll have to show me sometime.❞ There was a purposeful glint of something vaguely flirtatious to the gaze upheld between them, subtle enough to slip beneath the radar should one of his girls stroll into the kitchen, but clear as day to the intended recipient with the right perspective. 

A faint smile, a token of understated appreciation, tugged at one corner of his mouth. ❝Thanks…you are definitely the first person to ever say that to me.❞ He retrieved another mug from the cupboard, setting it beside the fresh pot of coffee waiting for Gueulemer. On the countertop, a caddy of tea and a carton of fresh orange juice were also laid out – a typical morning custom, born of raising two daughters. 

As radiant morning light poured in through the open venetian blinds, caressing Gueulemer’s skin like the touch of a cherub, Gus watched him from across the kitchen island, wondering how they had slipped back into their casual arrangement so seamlessly after so much time apart. It was strange and unexpected, yet pleasant – though a faint trace of doubt lingered at the back of his mind. Years of unfolding events had left him guarded, hesitant to trust again, even in something as non-committal as whatever this was between them.

❝I was going to cook you breakfast, but somebody inhaled the fucking bacon at 3 AM like a god damn MANIAC!❞ he declared loudly enough for his eldest daughter to hear, his voice tinged with good humour despite his characteristically straight-faced expression. Gus let out a soft sigh after another sip of coffee, shrugging with casual indifference -- no preference. ❝If you're hungry, we can go out and eat, if you feel like it?❞

Gueulemer held his gaze, that grin he had been half-heartedly containing out of some semblance of politeness or perhaps merely a personal quirk of his finally breaking out.

"So do I. I have a few at my place." Articulated skeletons, somewhere between art, decoration, and loyal companions. "But, uh, yours look softer... They suit you."

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@thstrongest sent a sentence starter: " boo. i'm crossing you out. "

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{❤} -- Affecting the most unbothered expression humanly possible and putting on a sad, sarcastic voice, Gus said, ❝Oh, boo-hoo. I’m fucking wounded. Let me just hang myself on this street lamp here - nope, actually, I don’t care.❞ He then proceeded to do the mature thing, which, naturally, was to execute a full 360-degree spin while flipping him off with both hands and blowing a long, impudent raspberry in his direction – all whilst upholding perfect stoicism.

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Anonymous said: What era of Brian Blessed is your favourite and do not lie for I will find out :)

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{❤} -- ❝Who the fuck is Brian Bless- what did you call him…? Blessed? I’m not familiar. Better not be some cocksucker from the internet...❞ Gus pulled his phone from his pocket to do a quick Google search. He studied the screen for a few moments, utterly baffled as to why anyone would question him about such an obscure English actor. Shaking his head, he gave a noncommittal shrug. ❝No idea. Though it says here that he tried to climb Mount Everest three times. Gotta give the guy credit – that’s pretty fucking cool.❞

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Send 'You look like you...' complete the sentence. @brooklynislandgirl said: "You look like you...could use a friend." Without knowing him from the countless other billions of people in the world, the young woman sits down beside him and offers one of two cups of coffeehouse coffee, a distinctive dark cup etched with the golden lines of a lioness. "Got some cream an' sugar packets, you know, jus' in case ya wanted dem."

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{❤} -- The woman’s voice pulled his bloodshot gaze from the screen of his phone, head lifting to watch as the total stranger lowered herself into the seat directly beside him, settling in with the effortless confidence of a long-time friend.

For a moment – maybe two, maybe three – Gus studied the cup of coffee in silent puzzlement, unaware that the deep crease in his brow betrayed his scepticism quite so fiercely.

Then, a hesitant chuckle, barely escaping, cut through the awkward silence as he blinked up to meet her eyes. ❝Okay. What’s the catch?❞ Gus locked his phone and placed it face down on the table, interlocking his fingers and resting his hands upon it. Well, she certainly had his attention.

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{✭ OOC; RIP in advance, Gus. </3 You tried your best. However, you also failed. Miserably. Rest in pieces.}

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@katana-rama sent a sentence starter: " do you buy all your murder weapons from home depot? "

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{❤} -- There it was again – that cyclic feeling of persecution for simply daring to go about his daily life. The same suffocating pressure that made his chest ache like he was drowning, clinging to a final breath of air thinning slowly in his lungs.

He didn’t do it. God damn it, he didn’t fucking kill her! Why wasn’t his acquittal enough for these brainwashed mother fuckers to just leave him the hell alone? Gus heaved a heavy sigh as he promptly abandoned his tools to the dewy grass, suddenly zapped of motivation to repair his youngest daughter’s playhouse. He wanted to stride right on over to the other man and punch his goddamn lights out – but with Nina sitting cross-legged on the grass, quietly arranging her stuffed animals in a neat line, Gus thought better of it.

❝Seriously?❞ His voice was taut with years of pent-up rage, anger searing in his unblinking stare as he tread with slow, deliberate steps toward the man. ❝You really want to do this now? In front of the girl?❞ 

For once, he was grateful that Dragana wasn’t by his side. His eldest’s mouth ran faster than he could interrupt – even at the best of times. 

Disinclined to use it, but sharp enough to know that he might have to, Gus hadn’t left himself entirely unarmed. His switchblade still remained tucked against the lining of his pocket.

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Anonymous said: I had actually meant more in a "There's an intruder in my house, let's restrain them and find out what they want" kind of way. But now that you say it, in a kinky way does make more sense huh?

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{❤} -- Ah, fuck. Bamboozled again. Gus should have kept his mouth well and truly shut. Truth be told, he was kind of impressed – not that his face would show it. ❝Fuck you. Anyway, who the fuck has time to waste restraining intruders? I’m more of a ‘hit them repeatedly over the head with a baseball bat until they run away, crying for their momma, soaked in their own piss’ kind of guy.❞ Gus folded his arms across his chest, impassive. ❝Capisce?❞