I'm sorry if I sounded cryptic or creepy at all. Thing is, your blogs, your community have basically been what kept me sane during this pandemic. And I would just about SHATTER if any of them were deactivated. The point is, everyone needs to come back. Including the baku. ESPECIALLY the baku. Because there are WAY too many nightmares and reality-escaping for them to ignore.
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well, color me surprised to see an ask like this. I don’t really know what to say. Friends drift apart, and I don’t know if anyone who I interacted with on this blog is even still around, much less still willing to write again.
I’m glad that my writing from years ago has been a help to you. While Missy is still a muse in this weird ol’ brain of mine, I don’t think tumblr is a platform I want to write on anymore, it’s too different now. But, again, I appreciate the kind words.
Thanks, and this ask was sent back in July i think? but i only just checked tumblr on desktop for the first time in literal months, so i only just saw it. I hope you’re ok, anon. wishing you and anyone else who sees this the best. Stay safe out there, wear your mask, and social distance.
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boaterhat:
“Well, don’t choke!” Maybe he just should’ve waited until she reached the end of her drink. He pulls a large purple handkerchief out of a pocket and holds it out to her.
“You’ve taken in all of me, and now you can’t even handle my measly flirtation?”
“I-I’m fine, don’t fret like that--!” She’ll accept the handkerchief anyways and wipe her face clean, still blushing like mad.
“... I... don’t know what to say to that. L... Like I said, I’m used to it being kept in the bedroom...” She never did get out of the house much, especially not when they were contracted. “Like, flirting’s totally fine, it’s ... the double entrendes.”
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“In bed.” There’s a reason he’s never this blunt: so that when he is, it cuts like a knife.
She spittakes -- thankfully looking away from Wren -- and her faces goes bright red. “I -- W-When have I ever complained?!”
She coughs, clearing her throat and looking back at him. “I-I’m just not used to the... openly lewd comments you make. Y’know... keep them in the bedroom...?”
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“Careful, now. Sometimes things that are expensive are worse, but however it tastes, you shouldn’t waste food.” Careful, too, is the tone in his voice. Neutral. He keeps his gaze in the distance, giving her space, but his eyes are shining. “Am I not good enough?”
“I-- I’m not gonna waste it--!” She wants to call him out for quoting a meme, but that’s not important right now. “... In what way? You’re fine the way you are, of course! I’m just... Iunno...” Easily flustered and will never get used to him. She loves him, absolutely, just... oof she’s not really good at this stuff when it comes to personal connections, huh. Missy trails off and just looks at him awkwardly, still sipping at her coffee. She’s probably like halfway done at this point
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boaterhat:
“I meant libido. So it’s basically pure sugar in a plastic cup?” He frowns. “It sounds a bit boring of a flavor palate. Although I reckon a concentrated single flavor isn’t bad once in awhile. Or maybe it’s your sense of humor that’s gone.”
She almost gags on her drink when he’s that blunt. “Uh- buh- wha- huh--?!” She stammers, completely flustered. “Okay, there’s also some sour patches in the drink so it’s not all bad, probably not worth the money though -- but more importantly, I-I-I’d hope it’s not my humor that’s gone!”
“M-Maybe I have become a bit... more prude, but... jeez...” She can’t complain about him being too blunt now though, she complains when he speaks in riddles. Dammit.
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“Have things still not settled yet? I would think if you were going to lose some senses, it would’ve been when you first changed.” He gestures at the frappuccino. “Is that any good?”
“... I guess I lost my common sense, or something, ‘cause I don’t get what you’re talking about.” She sighs and shakes her head. “It’s alright. Tastes like... hm. Flavorless cotton candy? Or something like that.”
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“My sap, hopefully.”
“... I don’t think I want to know.” She sips at her overpriced frappuccino, squinting at him.
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Shows up fifteen hours late with starbucks.
“Um... what’d I miss?”
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boaterhat:
“Things might be getting a little bit spicy around here.”
“But you didn’t hear that from me.”
“Please tell me that doesn’t mean what I think it means.” she’s not in the mood, sorry.
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“... Whoops.”
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"Would you be happier if I stopped with the savory wordplay?"
“Please.”
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"You're not the only one."
“... yeah, uh, no shit, Sherlock.”
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"All this for a stick."
“I give up”
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“Heyo~!” she’ll get off and properly hug Ais. “How’ve you been?”
hey look there's a tired teal haired baku and she's just going to drape herself over aislinn whoops
“Oh, hey!!!!!”
Even if she’s draping over her, Missy’s getting the best hug Ais can give.
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"Hard wood."
“Why are you like this.”
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"Of course, it's absolutely just a stick. A twig, a branch. Wood."
“... Oh, my god.”
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"Is it not the price of having a 'stick up the ass?'"
“...” Welp, she doesn’t know how to answer that.
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