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( mindsmade​ ):

     Perry brings her attention back to what’s in front of her and rolls her eyes. There’s something persistently amusing about those who act tough to compensate for their red-tinged cheeks the moment she decides to play along. She pulls open the fridge and looks towards Damien again, just for a moment, before she begins perusing.  ❛  Stubble’d suit you. You look awfully naked, clean-shaven like that.  ❜  Truth is, she thinks it’s rarer for a man to pull off a clean shave than it is to pull off a neat beard — assuming they can even grow one. 

       A thoughtful hum escapes her in an attempt at irony.  ❛  Aw, no actual apple juice here, babes.  ❜  Somewhere between those words, she turns a little more sincere. This time when she looks at Damien, she doesn’t look half as underwhelmed.  ❛  For real, though, there’s orange juice if you want some.  ❜  She plucks the carton out of the door and wiggles it. She’s bent on getting some tea, herself, so uses her other hand to reach around to the kettle on the counter already.

     ❛  And once you’ve decided, you should tell me who it is Kane saved. Someone dear to you, you said?  ❜

❛ Orange juice is great. Ill definitely go for a cup of that. Honestly, as long as it’s non-alcoholic, I’ll drink anything. You know those really healthy green juices that most people gag on ? Absolutely love ‘em. Other people shoot tequila, me ? I shoot green juice. ❜ As playful as his words were, as much as he sounded like he was bragging... it was true. You had to grow to enjoy and savor the taste of anything and everything where he came from. There was no telling what or when your next meal would be.

He began to pat down his pockets and sighed heavily. ❛ Ah, damn. I forgot my sippycup in my other bag, damn, I’ll just have to make do and use any cup you got then, I guess. ❜ He stood at the counter, hands stuffed in his pockets. ❛ Do you need me to grab any cups or anything for you ? ❜ He was raised to be helpful, even if he was a guest.

❛ Are you trying to shake me down for gossip ? ❜ A raised eyebrow, trying to bite back his smile. ❛ Well, you won’t get anything out of me, ❜ he slipped his fingers against his lips as if closing a zipper, turned his hand as if locking it with a key... then he followed it up by tossing the invisible key away.

He stood there very proudly for a minute before he put his hands on the counter and leaned forward, so ready to conspire. ❛ Just kidding, I got some really juicy stuff. ❜ Soft laughter followed. There was some that he could not share, but some that he could not      because it wasn’t his story to tell.

❛ Saying she’s very dear to me might be a bite of understatement. ❜ He pulled his key from his pocket, swinging the fluffy keychain around. ❛ She got me this, actually, I lied. I didn’t get into an epic showdown for it. I would have though. ❜ He shoved his hand sinto his pockets. ❛ She saved my life a long time ago, she still kind of does everyday         and he saved her so... he kind saved me too. I owe him a little. ❜ A soft smile, affectionate, but there was a tinge of sadness to it. ❛ I’m... just grateful, is all. She isn’t someone I could really stand to lose      ❜ He looked up, took a moment to think about what he said and how it sounded. ❛ But not in that way      I mean, I’m super single, I’m a single dude on the prowl      I mean, she’s kind of like my mom, I mean. ❜

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( theimpalpable​ ):

  SHE’S A LITTLE CAUGHT OFF-GUARD by Teddy’s sudden question, because she really hadn’t asked anything before that. She did notice that he was a little bit distracted, a little bit out of orbit, yet she believed that perhaps he was deeply within his thoughts, swimming in notions that he could share with her if he wished to. Eyebrows lift and rosy lips part; a sudden smile breaking through. Yes, she knows he got a little lost; recognizes that look on his face…but the reason behind it makes cheeks turn pink, not expecting such a response. 

   “Oh, Teddy. Always so charming.” She softly replies with a fond chuckle; reaching out to put her palm atop his knuckles. “I’m lucky, too. To, uhm, have you. I don’t know why…why you’re amazed of me being here…why wouldn’t I be? If you’re someone with, with one of the biggest hearts. And also–very handsome, but that’s a plus.” She adds with a smile; squeezing his hand.

He cannot help but grin when she comments on his charm. He wiggles his eyebrows in the suavest of manners he can manage. ❛ Oh yeah ? Am I more charming than James Bond ? ❜ He abandoned his question though, once she began to speak, her voice quiet and gentle. Her commenting on his favorite of his features, charm and looks, would have him preening playfully in response. However, right now, Teddy can only stare with longing as she squeezes his hand. He’s quiet for a moment; he’s not that smart, not that good with words     so he needs to ponder for a second.

Theodore takes her hands in his, bringing them to his lips so he could kiss them. ❛ Everyone argues whether or not the world is flat or rounds but, I think my world is... shaped just like you       ❜ He stopped though, blushing and releasing her hands. ❛ Not that you’re as big as a world, no, uhh... ❜ He rubbed his head and chuckled. ❛ I get so tongue tied when I try to say what I mean and it just makes no sense... ❜

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@theimpalpable

❝ Huh ? What ? ❞ He was broken from his reverie from the call of his name. He peered into the eyes of the most precious thing he had recieved in this life and smiled fondly. She asked what he was staring so intently at. ❝ Mm, before you ask, Lexy, you do not��have anything on your face. ❞ A chuckle slipped past his lips. ❝ Sorry, I just got kind of a little lost... ❞ There was a gentle flush of red against his cheeks. ❝ I sometimes just lose myself in how beautiful you and I get kind of aamzed that you’re with me... ❞

A big grin, happiness glowing from his eyes. ❝ I’m like the luckiest dude ever. ❞

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( mindsmade​ ):

      Perry’s eyes roll, but her mouth grins. Of course he has a similar keychain. That’s pretty damned convenient, but it’s not like she can accuse him of getting one to impress her. Maybe he got it to impress others — it is a fairly popular accessory among some crowds. Her scepticism soon finds itself dismissed, though. He’s good company so far, so why ruin a good thing by questioning his every move? She hums thoughtfully, raising her eyebrows.  ❛  Hm. Very badass. I bet your dudebros approve.  ❜  Well, not all cynicism can be willed away. Some of it’s damned near drawn right from the marrow of her bones. It resides that deep in her.

       She’s not necessarily as pleased by his attempt at getting his hands on her body by sidestepping her warning — but his interest in her strokes her hungry ego. She pivots to face him, walking backwards towards the nave.  ❛  Yeah, I count.  ❜  The thing is, she might’ve considered making a move if not for his question. His tinted cheeks don’t particularly suggest nefarious intentions, but how long have they known each other? She’s sexual, but not without principle. If she’s to be touched, it’ll be on her terms.

       A shame, but it might be his age. How old can he really be? She tips her head sideways as she regards him a little more carefully. Early twenties, maybe? The moment he takes his eyes off the spacious interior to look her way again, Perry turns around again and walks off ahead of him.  ❛  Well, he’s older than you might think, so that pans out.  ❜  She leaves the tome on the long, wooden table in the middle of the area. Her fingers brush across the backs of the old pew lining one side of the table as she heads towards the kitchen.  ❛  Want anything to drink?  ❜  She looks over her shoulder again, a wry grin now on her face.  ❛  Maybe some apple juice?  ❜

❛ My dudebros are actually super jealous, ❜ replied Damien with pride, a grin accompanying his statement. ❛ There was onlly one left and I took a run for it, we all did ! Do you know how many people I had to fight for this ? A lot. ❜ He told this false story with a grandoise sort of tone. His hands had moved during his story, in a few fake little punches before he gave her a double thumbs up. ❛ But in the end, I was the winner. ❜ 

She turned to face him as she walked and his smile grew a little nervous, cheeks a darker shade of pink. It was a lot easier to be playful and flirtatious when people weren’t looking at him. He cleared his throat. ❛ That is definitely notoed, ma’am. ❜ A firm nod followed the promise followed by a sweet and sincere smile. Damien amused himself by looking around at the various decorations and furniture pieces. ❛ He is ? I assumed he was super young     but his beard just makes him look old. ❜ Thoughtful, he hummed and attempted to imagine an old man behind his beard. ❛ Sometimes I think about growing a beard, do you think I would look cool ? ❜ He questioned, tilting his head as he rest his elbows on a bare area of the counter.

❛ Apple Juice ? I definitely want some, but only if you got a sippy cup. I don’t like drinking anything if it isn’t in my suppy cup.  ❜ Damien’s grin mirrored her own. ❛ But no joke though, ❜ his face got very serious. ❛ If you really have some apple juice, I will definitely take it. ❜ 

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this is so out of the blue, but we used to rp together years ago (2016/2017), i decided to go through my tumblr on a whim and saw all our replies and such, and i just wanna say you were always so sweet n kind and i hope you're doing well, much love!!!💕💕

WHY ARE YOU ON ANON!!! PLEASE!!! OMG!!!

I miss so much, all my old mutuals, who gave this blog a chance.

If you ever drop by my blog and see this, I hope you message me off anon because that would make me so so happy !!

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@theasteriae​           /            for bash

Benjamin Sinclair could not be called a fool; he knew what was going on at all times. He was extremely intelligent, observant,           it was how he got this far, it was how he became this dangerous. He knew when to make a move, when to wait, and when to get rid of things that were no longer useful. He knew how to use people, how to manipulate them, how to inspire them. Sure, his employees liked the money, but that wasn’t why they were loyal to him. He gave them power, he made their dreams come true. He had armies of willing soldiers, hundreds of bodies he could use and then discard       but there was one soldier he needed to keep.

It was not out of fondness or affection, no, it was simply out of necessity. By the time she could walk, she could throw a punch. He put forth a great deal of effort and resources to make Amelia Sinclair the living weapon she was today and if he lost her, then that would just be a waste     he wasn’t fond of being wasteful. There was also the fact that she was a great deal stronger than him, but he would never admit it to anyone that he was scared of his own daughter.

Perhaps hiring this man had been the wrong move; he was molding his little weapon into a warrior. Not only that, but he was filling her head with dreams and promises, things that made her think she was worth something, that she was human. Benjamin didn’t want Amelia to get a mind of her own, she was so easy to control as she was now and he’d like to keep it that way.

From across the street, he watched his weapon leave the apartment building with red hue to her cheeks, a bounce in her step, and a grin on her face. He waited until she was gone before making his way up. He didn’t bother to knock, opening the door and stepping over the threshold in his fancy black shoes        dark suit perfectly tailored.

❝ Sebastian, I hope this isn’t an inconvenient time, ❞ he voiced, a slight smile on his lips because he knew what an inconvenient time it was.

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( mindsmade​ ):

        He can stew in his own thoughts for a while. She’s always game for a quick exchange of flirtation, so long as they’re interesting. French stopped being novel in the ‘90′s and most pick-up lines only stimulate her brain the same way a good joint might: they put her to sleep. Perry might venture to guess that even if she’d been the age she looks like, she’d have been turned off by it. Put almost three millennia of men who only wish they were as witty as they think they are on top of that, and a roll of her eyes is the least of anyone’s concerns.

          But this guy seems cute; kind, in a way. Doesn’t come off as too fuckboy-ish. It’s a nice distraction from all the work she’s been burying herself in lately, taking time to feed only out of necessity. All work, no play. That’s no way to live –––– yet it’ll have to do for today. She’s got stuff to discuss with Kane before the end of the day. For courtesy’s sake, she’ll let Damien go in first. She trusts Kane will get rid of him before long. As far as she knows, he’s had enough of unexpected visitors for the time being.

       ❛  Relax. He might not even be home,  ❜  she observes.  ❛  And if he’s not, you’re in luck: you can keep me company until he pops back around.  ❜  A key appears from the bottom of her purse after about half a minute of rummaging. She’d have just put down the book if not for the certainty that Kane would give her an earful about getting it dirty. The irony is that it’s already crusty as is. Age will do that. It looks so simple, that little key hanging off a fluffy, plum-coloured keychain, but it’s everything but. That sliver of metal’s enchanted to the core, much like the lock on the door. Her new man-friend won’t be any the wiser.

           When the key snaps into place and the lock opens, she gives the heavy door a push with her shoulder.  ❛  He’s not here.  ❜  She can sense it. This place feels like him, but appears hollow; like a hermit crab’s shell, without the hermit crab. She snickers at the comparison. He is a bit of a hermit, himself.  ❛  Come on in. Just don’t touch anything.  ❜

❛ The pleasure of keeping you company ? I know I can for him, but now I’m hoping he’s not here. ❜ There was a sincerity in his voice that rang so true, even if he spoke the filthiest and cheesiest line... it would sound perfectly sweet from his mouth            not that ever would, unless he felt his partner would get some enjoyment from it. He was a friendly and polite young man. He wanted to be friends with everyone, help everyone. That was why he loved his job so much. Not a lot of people looked at him and saw bodyguard but, if they saw him shoot or fight, they would no longer question. Damien was trained by Amelia and she was the best.

❛ Hang on ! ❜ Emerald hues peered around her to look at the key, looking uncertain. ❛ That’s kind of weird... ❜ Then a grin lit up his face. ❛ You might not believe me, but I actually have the same keychain        ❜ He reached into his left back pocket to take out a few keys, a couple playful keychains hanging from it. He had a fluffy ball swaying back and forth except it was black. ❛ But a different color so I can still look like a badass. ❜ 

The young man followed her in, whistling in admiration as he shoved his hands on the pockets of his black jeans just to really keep himself from temptation. ❛ Pretty neat place, I can see why she wanted to say. ❜ Her warning had him tilting his head. ❛ Nothing ? Do you count ? ❜ His grin only widened but it was less than lascivious as a light blush dusted his cheeks. ❛ Don’t tell him I said this, but Kane kind of decorates like he’s a really old man. Some of this stuff is weird. ❜ 

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mindsmade​:

        Well, at least he’s trying. Brownie points for how wholesome he’s being about it. Despite his stammering, it comes across rather effortless.  ❛  You have no idea, asalam …  ❜  Her left eyebrow arches, her gaze jarringly unyielding in its commitment to his. She refuses to be the first to look away. Her pride won’t let her. Once he yields, this charming stranger, she smooths out her facial expression somewhat. An easy simper lifts the corners of her mouth. He’s cute, all right. She’ll give him that.

          Scepticism crosses her face in a fleeting frown once he finally reveals what he’s here for.  ❛  Huh.  ❜  Kane’s not in the habit of saving just everyone; not if it takes more than a quick, effortless snap of his fingers to avert a crisis. Those instances don’t often occur though, and even then he’s reluctant for fear of persecution from either above or below. Oh, this kid has no idea. That makes connecting the dots all the easier. Perry knows of only one person he’s saved recently, and she has no reason to suspect more. He wouldn’t keep that sort of thing from her.

          She’d have challenged him on his alleged closeness to Kane — and just how welcome he might be here — if not for the next question. She lowers her chin and raises her eyebrows.

       ❛  Tone it down, handsome. Your pick-up lines are bordering on the glib now,  ❜  she warns, yet makes a point of maintaining some tongue-in-cheek lightness. She’s having a good time with him and his interest, really, but without some innovation in his approaches, she expects her disengagement and dismissal. That’d just be a shame.  ❛  Find a better way to ask, and I might give it to you.  ❜  Her voice lowers into something just above a whisper. It’s an invitation she expects he’ll be receptive to.

           Without any immediate plans to give him what he’s after, she turns on her heel and walks off, towards where the gravel path meets the single step by Kane’s front door.  ❛  Come along. I’ll let you in.  ❜

A hand lifts to clutch at his chest, nearly collapsing into the dirt. Asalam, he didn’t know what that meant, but he wanted to hear it again            here’s to hoping it didn’t mean asshole. Something told him, however, that it’s meaning was much kinder. Damien Sinclair was usually a great deal more refined           or so he liked to think. He was smoother, didn’t stutter, had a great deal more brainpower to come up with better lines. But the minute he saw her, he felt every single brain cell implode.

He imagined their future together and that dopey grin of his only grew in size. If anyone who knew him and Amelia, it would shock them to their very core to know that the assassin had raised him. The woman who drank her feelings, who hid every piece of information like it was some grand secret            regardless of how she tried to have others perceive her, she had a bleeding heart just as he did. A heart too big for their chest, a heart that felt too much, a hear that had too much love to offer. Damien was more willing to feel all the things he was given, however, even if it would just end up have someone driving his heart into the dirt.

❝ Yikes ! ❞ He grimaced slightly. ❝ Glib ? Damn, ❞ he sighed heavily. ❝ It wasn’t even a line ! I think I might actually die if I don’t know your name. ❞ The sincerity in his voice was aching. ❝ But... but no, forget that. I’ll think of something better ! ❞ Confident, he puffed out his chest and crossed his arms. He expected to come up with something right then and there. It took a few minutes of silence to prove to him, he wasn’t coming up with shit.

❝ Sorry, I’m usually a little bit smarter than this. I just saw you and kind of went, uh, stupid    ❞ She turned on her heel and he blinked, hurrying after her. ❝ Uh, is that okay ? Should I knock ? Yell out ‘Honey, I’m home’ ? I don’t want to intrude ! ❞ A good boy with good manners; very shocking coming from Amelia.

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mindsmade​:

      She’d heard the slowing rumble of a motorcycle stopping nearby. Given her own extensive past with those, she can never help but take a quick peek at them when they’re nearby — or the people riding them. That goes doubly so around Kane’s place. It’s not usual for anyone but herself to park this close to his place. In fact, her most recent addition to her small two-wheeled family is parked not much farther along the street.

        She stops in her tracks, still a ways off the front door. In fact, she’s closer to the pavement. The gravel grinds beneath her boots as she turns her whole body to face the stranger. The tome clamped between her forearm and biceps is held against her chest. Her head tilts as he trips and stammers. Endearing, she thinks. She approaches without regard for personal space, taking him by the shoulder with her free hand to steady him.

      ❛  Careful now. I might start thinking I make you nervous,  ❜  she jokes with a subtle grin. Gods, she loves messing with people. It takes everything in her power not to go looking for his limits straight away. She leans back instead, dropping her arm back to her side. The other still clamps onto the book. Her weight shifts onto one leg, hip jutting out as she tilts her chin up.  ❛  Yeah, I am. What do you need him for?  ❜

He thought his heart would burst right through his chest when her delicate hands steadied his shoulders. Damien swallowed the lump in his throat, a dopey smile on his lips as he peered down at her. He was a passionate appreciator of art and things that were beautiful. Every chance he had to witness something that could not be measured, he took. Everything beautiful in the world, however, seemed to pale in comparison to her. The Sinclair couldn’t help the stars that danced before his eyes during his daze where he could see at least five of her spinning around his vision. His grin widened, rubbing the back of his neck as he chuckled. The more of her the merrier.

❛ Something tells me that you’re used to making people nervous, beau trésor. ❜ Deep green hues did not leave her, not even for a moment. He just let himself admire until he realized he had been staring in silence for an embarrassingly long time. ❛ Oh. Uh. I think I forgot how to talk for a second. ❜ Grinning ever wider, he cleared his throat.

❛ Oh, Kane and I go way back. We’re like this, really. ❜ And he showed his fingers crossed before laughter spilled from him. ❛ I met him last week and brought him a cake I made as a show of appreciation for what he did for me. He saved someone very important to me. I just wanted to chat with him if he’d have me for a bit. ❜  No offense to Kane, however, all interest in him faded when presented with this.

❛ I think I might die if I don’t know your name. Think you could spare my life ? ❜

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@mindsmade​

He had ulterior motives; of course he did         Damien rarely put much effort into anything if it didn’t involve his mother. She had saved him, taken care of him, raised him, and helped him find everything in life he had been searching for        all he could do was try to make her life better and bring her as much happiness as he possibly could, especially if she wouldn’t do it for herself. Amelia took care of everyone, but no one took care of her.

So that was his job and he took this job very seriously.

He would go to Kane’s again. He didn’t know the whole story; all he knew was what Amelia had told him and that was that Kane had saved her life and protected it. He didn’t really need to know much more than that to know he owed this man a great deal for protecting the only family he had left on this earth.

His bike purred as it slowed, he parked it on the side and shit it off before removing his helmet. Brown hair was a bit of a mess as he stepped off, shrugging out of the leather jacket until he basically tripped over his own feet. Usually, he was a great deal more elegant... but usually he didn’t lay his eyes on incredibly beautiful women. It appeared he was not the only one paying the man a visit today.

❛Uh, Damien. Hi. No. I mean, Hi, I’m Damien. Yes. Hi. ❜ His cheeks heated up, stumbling over his words as he cleared his throat. ❛ Uh, are you... uh, are you here to see Kane too ? ❜

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                     WHAT IS A GOD TO A NON-BELIEVER ?                                                                                            written by ami.    rules.     muses.

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( theimpalpable​ ):

@exxxquisites​ | (SORT OF) PLOTTED STARTER

  “YOU’RE DOING VERY GOOD!” She praises every correct answer he gets, trying to ENCOURAGE him. They’re in the part of ALGEBRA now, which, she understands, is a topic within the MATH section of his upcoming test. “Uhm…how about…this one.” Lexine leans in, gently taking a pen and writing an equation on it. It’s quite SIMPLE, but it has a HIGHER grade of difficulty now that she’s moved toward QUADRATIC equation. “How–how would you get the value of ‘X’?” 

Every time she praised him, he felt his cheeks turn a furious shade of pink. He was hunched over the desk, pencil in trembling hand as he tried to focus on the work and not on her and her kindness. He felt bad that she was wasting her time helping him study for his GED but... if she didn’t want to, she wouldn’t be here          right ? He didn’t like math; he had accountants do most of his financial work for exxxquisites so he didn’t have to bother with the numbers. 

She moved on and he simply stares at it with narrowed eyes. The numbers look all jumbled and blurry. He was getting tired and now a little frustrated because it just didn’t make sense. He dropped the pencil and groaned.   ❝ I don’t get it. Maybe I’m too dumb for this. ❞

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@cxrleonis​    →   lake

It was easy to catch his attention, it was constantly sweeping over the crowds, but to keep it was a feat. This girl, there was something about her. She was beautiful and the way she danced, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. He decided he had to talk to her, if he got rejected... then, at least he tried. He pushed himself from his booth, sticking his 3DS in his back pocket before approaching the girl. 

❝ I was wondering if you cared to dance ? ❞

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( cxrleonis​ ):

Audrey kept munching on her sandwich, ever-amused with every item Teddy kept pulling out, like some sort of bottomless Marry Poppins-esque bag. “Should I start calling dibs now on what I wanna take if we don’t finish this all, or do we do that later?” She teased him with a tilt of her head, gaze momentarily shifting towards the pie he had taken out of the basket. His next words took her out of appreciating the picnic laid out around them for a moment, her eyes quickly finding him. She raised a brow ever so slightly. “My girl?” she’s not necessarily bothered by it– more gently amused as the corner of her lips curls up a bit. “That’s an interesting concept.��

❝ You can have it all to take home, if you want. Except for the pie. ❞ That was store-bought, no one in their family was especially good at baking. ❝ Apple is my favorite. ❞ A grin took his lips as he took it out and put it on the picnic blanket beneath them. It was covered with a wide array of foods and snacks, a great feast           probably too much for just two people. 

❝ I think that’s it, aside from some tasty juiceboxes ! ❞ Theodore was a confident boy, an optimist. The thought of rejection never occurred to him but when she spoke in response to his little name for her, he couldn’t help but frown slightly. He rubbed the back of his neck in an embarrassed fashion. ❝ I mean, if you don’t like it you don’t have to be but... it’d make me... super happy if you did ! ❞ 

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( mindsmade​ ):

        Her movements excite, entrance and stun him all at once. Nathan’s jaw drops some as the seconds pass by and he forgets all about himself. It’s hard to keep in focus when his mind’s jumping between the dancer’s undulating body and his ramped up nervousness. On one hand, it’s ebbing away as it always tends to once the ball gets rolling ( in whatever circumstance gets him anxious to begin with ). On the other, it climbs as he starts wondering if she’s going to stay at a distance or not — and how he should feel if she should choose cross the gap between them instead. His head tilts as she bends over, his eyes looking for hers without him even realising it.

          The question catches him all the more off-guard as such. His eyebrows rise, his mouth closes and his neck straightens without delay.  ❛  Um.  ❜  Good question. Why is he here — and at this hour at that?  ❛  Well … Curiosity, I guess?  ❜  he answers, his forehead creasing as he continues considering his own response. He supposes he might as well be honest — especially at this hour.  ❛  Trying to find a way to feel a little less numb, maybe. Don’t have an answer about the timing though.  ❜

          A one-shouldered shrug ensues. His head tilts again before long in some automatic reaction to her upturned position.  ❛  Can’t be the first guy to come here in search of some kinda feeling, right?  ❜

Mimi has been dancing since highschool. She was lucky that those skills came in handy now. She didn’t think, at sixteen, that she’d end up a stripper               not that Miriam was ashamed of what she was, far from it. She loved dancing at exxxquisites, where she knew she was always safe with her family right there. She loved moving, making people drop their jaws in awe in the way she worked against the pole. Mimi didn’t think there was anything wrong with being an exotic dancer, or a sex worker but she knew it couln’t last forever. She was getting older and soon men would stop paying for her. She needed something sustainable which is where nursing came in.

❝ Curiosity is what brings a lot of people in here, ❞ she answered thoughtfully, a gentle smile on her lips. ❝ You’re lucky you came when you did, I was justa bout to change into my sweats. They’re very unsexy. ❞ Mimi wanted him to be comfortable, be at ease, so she conitnued to joke and play. She wanted everyone who paid for her services to feel good while it was happening. She didn’t want him to feel numb. ❝ Were you curious about the club itself ? Or perhaps, you were just wondering what it was like to get a dance from a stripper ? I sometimes wonder what it’s like to get one, ❞ then she grinned.

Mimi danced before him, moving and swaying her hips. She inched closer, slowly         taking her time. They were halfway through the song when she finally reached his lap, straddling him very soft. ❝ This okay ? ❞ Because his comfort came first.❝ Feelin’ anything yet ? ❞

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STARTER CALL; please specify a muse or give me some to choose from.