#𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐎

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@xintoxeternityx​ | KISS MEME

          “W-WAIT ― WHAT!?” Swire’s unwarranted outburst was enough to startle the typically quick-witted rookie. Leaving her thoroughly perplexed & at a loss for words. “Um...” BLINK. BLINK. BLINK. Heels included, the L.G.D.  Superintendent nearly met Makoto at eye-level. Face red. Those pretty emeralds swirling with HOSTILITY. Was she seriously THREATENING to kiss her right now? As what? Evidence? Was it so imperative to the older woman that she PROVE her disinterest in her? This wasn’t an interrogation. Makoto hadn’t questioned Swire from a place of JUDGEMENT. She simply wanted to know if she held romantic feelings toward her. Reading signs like that had always proved difficult for the socially inept girl. 

          Dainty digits fiddled anxiously at the pleats in her skirt. She’d never even had a boyfriend, let alone KISSED somebody. This wasn’t how she’d intended her first kiss to go. However, “I suppose that would be ONE way to clear it up. A simple yes or no would also suffice.” 

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          TAP. TAP. TAP. TAP. TAP.  Slender digits slid deftly across the keypad of her phone, typing out one final message to Sae, before she continued her paperwork for the evening, ‘I can’t wait to see you come the Holidays, sis. <3′  “Eek!” STARTLED JOLT when Swire appeared out of nowhere, slammed her hands down on her desk, & shamelessly leant over her phone peering down at the screen & reading her PRIVATE message. Small chest heaving, Makoto took a moment to regain her composure & catch her breath. Clicking the button to put her phone into sleep mode, before dropping it into her purse. “What are you doing here so late?” Swire wasn’t exactly the type of girl who committed to OVERTIME. 

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Ha haha ha ouch :(((

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                          "So, Ann can do the splits, huh? ― INTERESTING.” 

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BOTH OF YOU STOP RIGHT NOW JKDLSAJKLDS

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      “I discovered google recently...And can I just say, humanity is HORRIFYING.” 

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         “.....That had better NOT be an impersonation of me, Takamaki-kun.” 

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Send an “Ѡ” for my muse’s reaction to being sent accidental nudes.  @xwhatxisxrightx​​

( sms. annoying one )  Um...Swire? ( sms. annoying one )  Did you MEAN to send that to me? ( sms. annoying one )  You do realize that I’m currently in training, correct?  ( sms. annoying one )  And that sending pictures like this goes against our agreement with Ch’en? ( sms. annoying one )  How would you feel if you found out SHE was sending sexually explicit photographs to me?  ( sms. annoying one )  This...Was intended for ME...Right?

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STOP.

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            “Um...Sis...?” AWKWARD PAUSE. “I’m scared to even ask. What’s a foot fetish? And why are people saying that you have one?”  

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[SOURCE]

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            “WHA ― WHAT?” Ann’s response was far from anything Makoto could have anticipated. It seemed she still had quite a bit a learn when it came to understanding her peers. She’d HARDLY intended for what she’d said to be sweet. Let alone the SWEETEST thing anyone had ever said? She’d simply been being honest. Ann Takamaki was a stunning young woman. One of the prettiest she’d ever met. With curves in all the right places. & She was a fashion model. It was ONLY NATURAL for her to insist that she would make a better model for Yusuke’s artwork. They all had their strengths & weaknesses. “A-Are you crying...?” Before she had the opportunity to apologize for making her underclassman cry, the blonde was blurting out the most HUMILIATING sentence ever. Face flushed bright red. Skin felt like it were on fire. “Ann, y-you can’t just say things like that! It’s highly inappropriate! Besides, you aren’t even a painter!” 

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                                                    “I BEG YOUR PARDON?”

          Not only was the other’s question wildly inappropriate, it was TOTALLY ABSURD. Whatever reason would Yusuke have for asking HER to be his model? (Especially considering he didn’t even go to their school, nor did he know about her at the time) ― Irregardless of that, in her honest opinion, he could not have chosen a MORE SUITABLE subject for his painting. It was Takamaki-san’s profession, after all. She was a famous model. She had experience in the department. & Makoto couldn’t hold a candle to her BEAUTY. There were a lot of things the Student Council President was confident about. Getting naked in front of other people? Showing off her body? Not one of them. She simply didn’t have the curves or perfect figure that Ann had. & THAT was why she made a better model. Leave the brains to HER.

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Send in ✏️ and I’ll use this (improved) incorrect quote generator featuring both our muses!  

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Makoto , watching Alice do something stupid: Ann, you're officially only the second highest risk here. Ann: Hell yeah! I'm gonna— Makoto : Don't finish that sentence, you'll move back up.

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Ann: We need to open this locked door. Alice, give me your credit card. Alice: Here. Ann, pocketing it: Thanks. Makoto, break down the door.

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Makoto : Why don't we just call it, "M.C. Donald's?" Ann: Because it just sounds like a stupid rapper's name. Alice: It'd just be like- "Eyo, it's ya boy, M.C. Donald!"  

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Ann: Are you the big spoon or the little spoon? Alice: I'm a knife. Makoto , from across the room: She’s the little spoon.

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Send in ✏️ and I’ll use this (improved) incorrect quote generator featuring both our muses!  

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Sae: You look good in that hoodie. Makoto : You know where else I'd look good? Sae, zero hesitation: My bed. Makoto , at the same time: By you're side- wait, what?

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Sae: Makoto , do you love me? Makoto : Of course I do! Sae: Would you still love me if I did something bad? Makoto : Well, of course I… would… Sae: I mean something really, really— Makoto : Sis, what did you do?

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Makoto : Do you want some tea? Sae: What are the options? Makoto : Yes or no.

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Sae: I assume you realize that this kind of idiocy will not be tolerated in this house. Makoto : Is there any kind of idiocy you would be more comfortable with?