Send me a symbol and I’ll post a picture of a note left for your muse.
[[ Saguru,
I really, really appreciate your help around London. I wouldn’t have minded getting lost in sich a beautiful city, but it was way more fun getting to look around with you. Thank you.
If you’re ever in LA, let me know. I’ll return the favor.
As many times as Hakuba had attended these sort of gala events, he usually didn’t have to present anything, which made it especially important that he bring a date instead of going stag for once. Fortunately, as fate would have it, one Madison Grey had been willing to accompany him to the black tie affair.
There were a hundred excuses that the detective could have given in justification to having invited the florist, including but certainly not limited to the fact that he just didn’t know that many people in Los Angeles, but the fact of the matter was that he simply wanted to.
As he’d expected, she’d been every bit as charming company one could hope for. It wasn’t the beautiful gown or the the way she’d done her hair, though both were stunning; and it wasn’t that she’d been polite and friendly to everyone he’d introduced her to, though she had; it was that she was absolutely, positively authentic. A breath of fresh air, just as sweet and brilliant and amiable as the flowers that she loved so much.
And, honestly, he’d known that it was a lot of pressure to accompany him, but she’d been willing to support him, which meant more than he could really express without being far too forward about it. So as he returned to his seat as the applause settled into a lull, and she handed him a glass of water, he offered his most genuine smile sat as close as close as he could get without quite touching. Then, once he was comfortable, he ever so casually slipped an arm around the back of her chair and ran his hand over her bare shoulder, leaning in to kiss her cheek.
“Thank you, again, for coming with me, Miss Grey…"
Send me a („◕ ⋏ ◕„) and my Muse will become a cat.
It’s a terrible, horrible, inconvenient set of circumstances, and she’d really rather not deal with it, but there isn’t much she can do about it. The body she’s in left her unable to speak or communicate with her original species, unless body language counted for something.
As a cat, it certainly spoke volumes.
With one of her ears pressed between her head and his ankle, she found that the only way she could voice her joy was to roughly rub her head against his leg. She was bound to leave a few long hairs behind, but she didn’t care — strange how aloof being a cat made someone.
What was–? "Oh? Hullo there, neko-chan…“
Although he was at first irritated that the officers hadn’t shown up yet, now seventeen minutes thirty-two seconds late, Hakuba suddenly felt a bit of relief. It wouldn’t do to have them hear him speaking to a cat as if it were a person, after all, which was something that he just couldn’t resist.
He watched her for a moment, eyes narrowing as he studied the details of her coat, looking for a collar amid all of the long hair, then looked around them for any sign of a potential owner. Not that there would be one, of course. Those who kept cats outdoors wouldn’t bother, and there were plenty of stray cats about.
So he crouched down, offering a hand for her to sniff, curious and cautious, and continued to look for any sign of ownership. "Are you lost?”
Put “whisper” in my ask box and my muse will whisper one of these in your muse’s ear:
Stumble————!!
It wasn’t a habit of hers, but she may have drank just a smidge too much that night. She was perfectly legal, having turned twenty-one only four months ago, but hadn’t decided to take part in the wonders of alcohol until now.
Drinking wasn’t all that exciting of an idea while sitting at the bar, her hands folding nervously in her lap, but a few drinks had been downed since then. With her mind feeling fuzzy and her arms weighing heavily at her sides, she stumbled down the street ahead of her companion with a warm face and a blissfully sweet smile on her face.
She didn’t seem to mind the nightly chill in the air, or the fact that the strap on one of her heels was coming loose thanks to her uneven steps and shuffling. Whoops. Maybe she did now that she noticed it digging into her ankle.
”S—Shoot…” Without thinking, she leaned forward to fix the damned thing. Not expecting the sudden rush of nausea and dizziness, the ground pitched and tilted away from her — then back again.
If he hadn’t hurried to catch her, she would have promptly and messily kissed the pavement. Thankfully, he was quick on his feet.
Madison doubled over after recovering and managed to fix her strap after a few moments of grunting and slurred cursing. Once done, she stood as straight as she possibly could and leaned into his grasp with a giggle. What a gentleman. Such a kind and handsome gentleman. God, he was hot, or was that just the cocktails talking?
No, he was stupidly attractive in his wrinkle-less suit and tie. Behind the buzzing in her head, she wondered if he wore anything other than suits. Probably not, he seemed too mature for that. So amazingly mature and kind and smart.
”You,” she got to her tiptoes and linked her fingers along the back of his neck so she could pull him down and speak softly into his ear, “are per-fect. Ha. Perfect~”
Affectionate; Holding hands | Cheek kisses | Hugs from behind | Cuddling | Hand kiss | PDA | Spooning | Shared baths | Whispers | Affectionate texts | Caressing | Stroke hair | No displays of affection
Sex; Shower sex | Wall sex | Neck bites |Oral | Morning sex | Drunk sex | Public sex | Backseat of car| BDSM | No sex (Yet…)
Dates; Picnic | Cinema | Restaurant | Sports game | Hike | Coffee | Museum | Club | Bar | Beach | No dates
Would my character…
Marry them? Yes | No Have sex on the first date? Yes | No Confess their attraction first? Yes | No Have children/adopt? Yes | No Die for your character? Yes | No Cheat on your character? Yes | No Lie to them? Yes | No Cuddle after sex? Yes | No
