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“Wow, my apologies, Princess. While I’m getting out of your way, should I grab you anything? Some coconut water, perhaps? Oh, I would absolutely hate it if you got dehydrated.”

“I don’t usually give out of advice, but move you’re in my way, and I don’t have time to stand here and watch as you twiddle your thumbs. I have things to do, people to see, you know.”

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Taci didn’t know why she’d accepted the offer to run with Ryder. She knew she was in for nothing but criticism on her running technique, even though she’d been running her entire life and was, surely, faster than him. As they started, Taci’s worries melted away. It was the third run she’d been on that day alone, and, really, who was to say she wasn’t the best runner at the academy? However, as she got too enveloped in the feeling of the wind against her face, a minuscule pine cone some how took all of her power from her, knocking her off of her high pedestal when she stumbled to the ground. It only took her a couple of seconds to stumble upward, but she scowled as she saw the look on Ryder’s face. “Are you doubting me, Burke?” She took off again, jetting toward him with timed breaths and a knitted brow. “I can do more than keep up.”

Running—Ryder has a love-hate relationship with it. Sure, it keeps lean, mean, and toned as all hell, but it was so boring. At least, it was a real snooze when he did it on a treadmill, staring at the wall with top 40 eighties hits blasting from his ear buds. That was why he tried to run outside as often as possible. And, today, he’s gotten a running mate to go along with him. However, as he glances over his shoulder, he notices that they’d stopped. “You said you could keep up!” he shouts. 

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I dunno, I’m ready to leave here already.

It seems like some people do. I just take it a day at a time, y’know? 

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Ask and you shall receive...

✉: For a regular text message from my muse. ♣: Here, have a not so regular (maybe even a dirty one) text message. ✍: For what my muse has written about yours in their diary. ✎: For an unsent letter from my muse ☎: For a drunk phone call. ☏: How about a voice message from my muse? ♥: The favorites of my muse- can be anything from music to sex positions, you’re allowed to specify what you want. ∞: A random headcanon about my muse and yours. ☮: An argument I think my muse would have with yours. ✖: Your muse is drowning in the bathtub when mine walks into the bathroom. ☠: Your muse has died, this is how mine reacts. ❂: My muse is clumsy and crashes into yours. ☢: It’s too hot outside, how does my muse suggest our muses cool down? ϟ: There’s a storm going on and our muses are stuck together in a house- how will this go? ☂: It’s pouring down and your muse forgot their umbrella, will my muse offer up theirs? ✧: Our muses went to eat out- where? ★: The stars are shining beautifully and my muse wants you to see them. ☾: It’s in the middle of the night and my muse had a nightmare about yours- what does my muse do? ♤: Our muses are playing a game, which kind and who is winning? ♦: Your muse asked mine to marry them, what’s my muse’s reaction? ◊: Your muse comes to mine, crying, how does my muse react? ✘: Scars aren’t very pretty- my muse has to show you theirs. ✦: My muse was attacked but yours saved them- how’ll my muse ever thank them?

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Woah. That sucks... I mean, considering you can’t go back and all. You better figure something out, huh? Can’t just stay here forever.

Hopefully. Don’t worry, neither can I half the time. I guess that’s bad, considering I’m supposed to be a spy in a few months, but… what can you do, right? 

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Hopefully you find yourself facing Hispanic spies, huh? Heh. I can’t even imagine you as a spy.

German? Nice. I just went with the easiest language when they made me choose one. 

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Oh... Ich lerne Deutsch. I don’t even know what “un poco” means.

Well, no. It’s not exactly my area of expertise. However, I do know un poco espanol. 

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You have a point. Do you know Russian, though?

That would be ridiculous. It would be smarter to tutor the team in Russian. It would give us an advantage, because we’d be able to speak English without them understanding us. 

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So what're you gonna do as a spy? Tutor the Russians in English so the rest of your team can talk to them?

Good thing I don’t mind it then, huh? 

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Mm, I don’t know. Catering to people all the time like you do would probably drive me crazy-- especially the math tutoring part.

I promise, it’s not. 

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“I’m not groping you.”

He smirked as he lifted his drink from the table. “Now who is the touchy one?”

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“Disgusting,” Taci shot him a playful look before picking up the vodka. “Admirable choice.” She poured a glass for both of them before handing him his and snaking her arm across his back. 

“You.” he joked, planting a quick kiss on her cheek before pulling away and walking to her side. “Vodka. Definitely Vodka.”

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Taci huffed as the boy slowed her down, but her hands still placed themselves gingerly on top of his out of habit. “Are we the PDA couple now?” They came to a complete stop as they reached the liquor table, and she scanned the liquor. “What are you feeling?”

As the pair walked, Jayse wrapped his arms around Taci’s waist and rested his chin on her shoulder. “I’ll try and be good during the party, but I’m coming for you after.”

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Taci rolled her eyes instinctively. “Come on, I’ll get you a drink.”

“I’m super sweet?”

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“Not yet, but I know how you get when you drink.”

“Oh? Am I in trouble?”

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“Fine. But when you get all touchy later, just know that I won’t be reciprocated when you’re three times as drunk as I will be.”

“And I’m just saying we could have gone some place where people get drunk in normal clothes. But fine, let’s have fun. I wanna get shit-faced.”

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“Two and not counting."

        “Four and counting. You?”