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▌ 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 : Hanson ▌ 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 : Taken, dating Marcel ▌ 𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 / 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 : Doesn’t age, hard to kill conventionally, immune to most poisons and diseases, doesn’t feel much pain. ▌ 𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑 : Blue ▌ 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑 : Dirty blonde/mousy brown ▌ 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒 : Angel (mother), Angel’s kids (siblings), Olivia (grandfather), Nia (grandmother) ▌ 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐒 : None ▌ 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 : Being told how he feels by other people ▌ 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒 / 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 : Playing the drums, collecting vinyl records, working out/strength training, watching movies ▌ 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 : Yes ▌ 𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 : Probably a bear ▌ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒 : Closing himself off and not talking to people, smoking ▌ 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐒 : I don’t think he really has any. His mum, maybe? ▌ 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 : Bisexual ▌ 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 / 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒 :  He definitely does not want kids ever but he wouldn’t say no to getting married ▌ 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 : Being alone and unloved ▌ 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 : Jeans, t-shirts/vests, combat boots, cardigans (they’re comfy, don’t @ him) ▌ 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 : His mum. And Marcel, though he sometimes finds it hard to say it ▌ 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒 :  Hanson spent most of his life not really having any friends and thinking he was fine that way, but ever since he started making a few close friends he’s started to treasure them dearly ▌ 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊 : Beer ▌ 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐓: His bedroom ▌ 𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐌 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐍 : Neither - he can’t swim ▌ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 : He likes people that are confident with a sense of humour ▌ 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐒 : Indoors

▌ 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 : Shen ▌ 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 : Taken, dating Sampson ▌ 𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 / 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 : Doesn’t age, hard to kill, slowly learning to control fire magic and her ability to shift into a bird (blue tit) ▌ 𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑 : Brown ▌ 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑 : Brown naturally, dyed blue ▌ 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒 : Angel (something of a pseudo sister - she’s like those friends of your mum that you call aunt but they’re not really your aunt) ▌ 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐒 : A rottweiler, Cobalt (shared with Sampson) ▌ 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 : People that judge others for being different ▌ 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒 / 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 : Stripping/exotic dancing, baking (and eating), shooting, learning new things ▌ 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 : Yes ▌ 𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 : A bird I guess ▌ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒 : Smoking and swearing in front of children. She also has a tendency to do things other people consider unsavoury in public, like picking her nose or scratching her bits ▌ 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐒 : Joan Jett ▌ 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 : Bisexual ▌ 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 / 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒 :  The idea of kids doesn’t thrill her but she wouldn’t mind getting married if Sampson wanted to ▌ 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 : Losing control of her choices and body ▌ 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 : Shen dresses in a punk style, pairing a lot of metal jewellery, piercings and accessories with combat boots, fishnets, ripped denim, tartan, leather jackets, etc. ▌ 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 : Sampson ▌ 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒 :  Shen’s always been very outgoing and charismatic and doesn’t have much issue making friends. She enjoys hanging out with a wide range of people, but it’s only really her closest friends that she fully dedicates to keeping that way ▌ 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊 : Anything fizzy and fruity ▌ 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐓: She loves spending time in Foxxxhole, even though she works there. Clubs and bars in general are just places she likes to hang out and mingle ▌ 𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐌 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐍 : Probably the ocean, even though she can’t really swim ▌ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 : Shen prefers to judge on a case-by-case basis, but generally she likes anyone willing to laugh along with her, let their hair down and have a good time ▌ 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐒 : Indoors

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GOTHIC HORROR.

gaslights.   corsets.   ballrooms.   candlelight. mist. starless nights.   full moons. cobbled streets.   horse-drawn carriages.   mysterious strangers.   bogs.   moors. forests.  mountains.   castles.   velvet.  silver.   brass.   gold.  jewels.  domino masks.   the opera. dangerous romances.   tragic romances.   violins.    cellos.   roses.   lilies.   empty graves. crosses.   cemeteries.   snow. ��ice. the gallows.   crows.   milk-white skin. ambiguous illness. fangs.   pointed nails.   something howling in the night.   capes.   gloves. top hats.  straight razors. lightning.   pipe organs.   underground caverns. bats.   mice.   rats.  ravens.   cats. pearls.   attics.   talismans.  axes.   wood. isolation in a room full of people.   vampires.   werewolves.   ghosts.   coffins.   western europe.   eastern europe.   bones.   churches.   catacombs.   mausoleums.  spiders.   books.

CLASSIC HORROR.

black   &   white.   powder puffs.   red lipstick.   winged eyeliner.   white kitten heels.  black lace lingerie.   icy blue eyes.   rain. abandoned cars.  skeletons.   acid.  poison. voyeurism.  switchblades.   strangling.   overcoats. looking over your shoulder. trans-atlantic accents.   private detectives.   dinner parties.   haunted mansions. alcohol in glass decanters. cobwebs.   perfect blonde curls.   kitchen knives.   shock.   cellars.  dust.  dark alleys.  empty streets. driving at night. horn-rimmed glasses.   radiation.  zombies.  serial murder. paranoia. the city.   witches.  the devil.  conspiracies.   amulets.  abject terror.   the american south.   the american northeast.    england.   analog cameras.

SLASHERS.

bloodbaths.   massacres.   wanton nudity.   newspapers.  leather jackets.   letterman jackets. converse sneakers.   obscured faces.   social unrest. bonfires.   lakes. babysitters.   suburbia.   high school.   lockers. dead leaves in the fall.   jack-o’-lanterns.  outdated television sets.   nightmares. psychiatrists.   hospitals. unstoppable forces. gunfire.  police.   landline telephones. household objects turned into improvised weapons. halloween.   secrets.   revelations.  character masks. scrunchies. queerness. wild curls. morbid humor.   jeering children. parties.   fire.  swearing. revulsion.   california.   the american midwest.   ambulances.

PARANORMAL HORROR.

malevolent spirits.  seances.   spells.   missing bodies.   hidden graves.   white noise.  static. flickering lights.   rings of salt.   demons.  poltergeists. dark histories.   old buildings. cold air. mausoleums.   wells.   urban exploration.   a dog barking at something you can’t see.   black ooze. old photographs. faces you can swear you’ve seen before  but can’t for the life of you figure out where.   dark bodies of water.   crucifixes.   priests.  possession. exorcisms.   dolls.   jump scares.

CRYPTID   &   URBAN LEGEND HORROR.

aliens.   blinding light.   dark woods.   driving at night.   claw-marks.   bite-marks.   men in black.   memory loss. dismembered bodies.   sewers.   flashlights.   cell phones.   video cameras.  cars with tinted windows.   abandoned houses.  unlabeled cassette tapes.  bugs.   big cities.   urban crimes.  clowns.   something rustling outside your window.   glowing light.  unsolved mysteries.   suburbia.  mirrors.  the american pacific northwest.   the american midwest.   the american east coast.   hiking   /   backpacking.

THRILLERS.

daylight.   fluorescent lighting.  morgues.   asylums.   unwavering eye contact.  tension.  lit rooms with no one inside them.   a dog digging in the newly-planted flower bed. steely gazes.   paperwork.   anagrams.   codes. convicted killers.  missing persons. law enforcement.   federal agents. small towns.  suspicion.   paranoia.   subdued terror. dimly-lit parking lots.

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Benny took the spicy option and Graham chuckled. “Yer a man of fine taste, I see,” he said as he opened the scampi-flavoured packet instead. “Y’want anythin’ else? I’ve heard you yanks are big eaters.”

As they ate and drank, the patrons of the public house started to shift and change. One lunch hour ended and another started, with Vince and Spencer calling out a short farewell before they headed out of the double doors at the entrance. A new set of locals quickly replaced them. Drinks, snacks, and home-cooked pub meals milled from the bar to the tables. Even the sour-faced Hanson reappeared eventually, collecting up empty glasses and bringing them back behind the counter.

It wasn’t long before Benny started the conversation back up. This tourist really was full of questions, wasn’t he? “Oh, I ain’t sure,” he replied with a thoughtful tap of his chin. “It must’ve been goin’ on ten years at this point. Ain’t really picked up much ‘til lately though.”

Benny laughed and Graham had to laugh too. “Something like that,” he said. “Our patrons always end up taking the secret to the grave.” He smiled, but the glimmer in his eye didn’t match the soft expression on his face.

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The whole scene brought a soft smile to his face. The most interesting part – even more interesting than the scenic places he visited – were the people. It was often a tourists perspective that colored his journeys to other countries. Even now, Benny had no doubt that they were all acting differently because he was present. It was still a pleasant snapshot – a memory he could remember for just himself. 

The calm before the storm.

Benny took the spicy variety with a nod and a “thank you”. It wasn’t the most filling meal, but he would’ve eaten anything. Now that the vague sense of nausea from the drive had faded, he was left with a strong hunger. Travel had that effect on him. He chased it back with a long drink, pulling the glass away from his lips with a satisfied sigh. 

“Now, Graham…” he began, turning to face his guide more fully, “How long have you all been working at this local attraction? It’s…been blowing up online – I see it posted all over the place – but…well, it’s been kind of difficult to find people, other than your representatives, to give a comment…” he explained, scratching along the side of his beard. 

He took another drink. “You guys have like a…I don’t know – you make ‘em swear to secrecy or something?” Benny asked, chuckling and grinning. 

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I’m calling the police

adelulf is under arrest for thot crimes

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happy fathers day to adelulf who is definitely getting called daddy today but not by any of his kids

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now i too have Pride Icon’d

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“Well, I’m cool with both of those. I appreciate you picking me up and showing me around…” Benny smiled. He stepped inside, clutching his backpack close. 

It smelt the same as most out-of-the-way bars. They always smelt; every desolate place he’d traveled has the same unpleasant aroma. Nice to know that some things remained consistent across time-zones and continents. Even when they weren’t nice things at all. 

Introductions were always a whirlwind – he tried to memorize the names and faces as they were brought up. Benny was glad to have Graham between them; something about them made him feel nervous. He kept up his polite smile, nodding but not speaking. 

The barmaid only seemed to continue the trend of punk aesthetic that seemed to run rampant here. It was at odds with the sleepy look of the town around them; the juxtaposition was inspiring. If he wasn’t nervous about offending his hosts, he would have asked them for a picture. Maybe later. “Something local would be great, thanks…” he smiled.

His eyes went wide at the massive man behind the counter. The profanity reminded him that he was in a real place – sometimes it was easy to get lost in the daze of tourism. The curse seemed to be geared more towards his guide than Benny himself – he made a mental note not to bring that up. 

“Oh, uh…thanks…” Benny said, handing off his expensive equipment to the bartender. A part of him wanted to stress its fragility and price…but a single glance at the massive man made him reconsider. He’d done this before. The last thing he needed was an American tourist to boss him around. That could make damage of his equipment into a self-fulfilled prophecy. 

Benny chuckled as soon as Hanson had left the room. “Right, so. Drinks, something to snack on, then we’ll head out. I gotta’ admit…I knew the House of Horrors was a big draw, around here, but I didn’t think we’d get to meet so many employees. You all started recently, or…?” 

Graham nodded and turned to the barmaid. “You ‘eard the man, Bex. Two o’ yer finest ales, please.”

She snorted. “Ain’t gonna be local if it’s the finest.”

“Get us some pork scratchings too,” he continued, opting to ignore her. “A couple bags of Nik Naks... Maybe some nuts.” Graham paused before turning to Benny. “Y’ain’t allergic to nuts, are ya? Wouldn’t want y’to drop dead on us, after all.”

Bex set to work, filling two glasses to the brim and leaving each with a thick, frothy head. She set them down on the counter before digging around in the snacks, tossing a few bags of what Graham had requested in his direction. The last thing she placed on the bar was a dish of salted nuts, poured fresh from a blue and gold bag.

It was then that Hanson reappeared. “Barrel wants changin’,” the barmaid said without looking up. The large man clicked his tongue, lifted the hatch, and came up to her side, whispering something into her ear before he disappeared through to the back. Graham cocked a brow, a movement Bex answered with a small self-satisfied shrug. Hanson must’ve noticed something in Benny’s luggage... and by the look on Bex’s face, it was something expensive. His camera equipment, maybe? He had seemed a little protective.

“Oh, y’mean those two?” the guide said, pretending that the silent exchange had never happened. “Nah, Vince an’ Spence have both been at it for a good few years. Spencer was one o’ them what helped get it started up -- 'e’s a bit of a tech whiz, 'e is. All the animatronics yer gonna see were set up by ‘im... by ‘im, me, an’ Monty. Monty’s the art director down there. Got a real eye for the gory and ghoulish, ‘as our Monty. Vince is just one o’ the actors an’ that. Ain’t got enough brains for the rest of the work.”

“I ‘eard that,” called Vince from behind, lobbing a peanut at the back of Graham’s head.

The guide chuckled when it hit him, opening up some snacks of his own. “Now, do you want the spicy or the scampi Nik Naks?” he asked Benny, offering him the two crisp bags in his hands.

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Kujou Chihiro  |  Koi wa Ameagari no You ni E9

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Go on anon and pretend to be my muse’s child! "DA DA"

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👁 Wake my muse up during a nightmare | i'm breaking the formula but Moreland and Claudius are checking on Mercutio thanks

It had been a good while since the last time Moreland and Claudius had been woken during the night by crying. The older their son got, the better he was getting at sleeping the whole way through, but there were still a few nights a month when the pair would have to traipse half-asleep into the infant’s room.

As soon as the door opened and Mercutio caught sight of them, he raised his arms and started to cry out. “Daddy!” he whined. That was one of the few words he’d truly mastered thus far. “Daddy! Daddy! Help!”

It was Claudius who reached him first, coming down to his bedside to give him the hug and kiss he so dearly wanted. “What’s wrong, baby?” he asked. “Did you have a nightmare?”

Mercutio nodded. “Scary,” he murmured in his attempt to explain.

“Oh, darling, there’s nothing to be scared of,” Moreland said as he sat down on the bed and started to stroke his son’s golden curls. “Nightmares are but a manifestation of memory and imagination. They can’t hurt you -- not unless you grant them the power to.”

Claudius snorted. “I don’t think he’s going to understand that.”

“Nonsense,” Moreland said. “You’re forgetting that we have such a very smart boy. Don’t we, Mercutio?”

Reaching down, he started to tickle the toddler, bringing little squealing giggles out of him as he writhed. It didn’t take long for the action to tire him out again -- as soon as the warlock’s hands stilled, Mercutio’s big blue eyes became heavy-lidded once more, though now there was a smile on his little chubby face.

“Back to sleep now, baby,” Claudius whispered as he tucked him in. “And have pleasant dreams this time, ok?”

Mercutio nodded between each of the kisses he received from his dads. “Nighty-night...” he managed as he started to drift off.

Moreland wrapped his arm around Claudius and the two of them quietly went back to bed themselves, doing their best to shut their son’s bedroom door without waking him again.

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🙄 Roll their eyes at my muse | Hibiki @ Beau

The two of them were lying on the sofa, their legs entwined as they leant against the opposite arms, angled enough for Hibiki to see Beau’s lips and Beau to see Hibiki’s hands even whilst they were watching TV. As soon as the adverts started, the werewolf nudged his boyfriend, getting him to look over just in time to spy Beau glancing at a book titled Sign Language for Dummies. He was trying to be romantic. It was a shame that he was getting every other word wrong.

Hibiki rolled his eyes, but the corners of his mouth were still up-turned. “You’re doing it wrong,” he signed back.

Beau stopped fiddling with the book and pouted. “Ain’t my fault I’ve got big ol’ clunky fingers.”

Hibiki’s hands started to move again and Beau stopped them, grabbing hold of his wrists and forcing him to still. All it took was a little tug to pull the tengu closer, just close enough for their lips to meet in a sweet and tender kiss.

“Was that sign language good enough for ya?” he asked.

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💧 Wipe away my muse’s tears | Operetta @ Junko

It was movie night. Junko had suggested they make it a thing a few months ago after realising how many of her favourite films that Operetta had never seen. There were cartoons, musicals, action flicks, family adventures, and tense dramas that Junko had assured the alien she was sorely missing out on. And so now, every Wednesday night, the two of them curled up with a bowl of sugary popcorn and enjoyed the latest movie that Junko had insisted was a timeless classic.

This week, they were watching Titanic. It was almost funny to see her girlfriend’s reactions to things she’d seen time and time again, but the closer they got to the ending, the more she too had gotten into it.

Junko hadn’t realised she was crying. Not until Operetta’s fingers were on her cheeks brushing away her tears, a concerned pout on her pretty pink lips. It made Junko smile again. “You don’t have to do that,” she said quietly. With a gentle touch, she lightly tugged her girlfriend’s wrists until her hands came free. “I’m just soppy, that’s all.”

She hesitated for a moment before pushing forwards, pressing a small peck on the sesharrimian and receiving a smattering of gloss in return. “Th-Thank you, though,” she managed to squeak out as her cheeks flared red.