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It was like any other day, really. Matcha was making some breakfast for her and her new ‘roommate’ as she liked to think the other girl was at this point in time. Octavia was an interesting girl, truely someone Matcha wanted to get to know better, especially since Octavia was living with her now.
Why not have a little talk over a nice, big, fresh and healthy breakfast?
The kitchen table in the spacey Japanese apartment was covered in plates with fluffy pancakes, sweet and rather fresh looking fruit, other sweet pastries, and now two plates of fresh omurice decided to join the breakfast banquette.
There were two smaller dishes on the side which held some chilled whipped cream to add to the top of the pastries as much as either of the two girls would like, as well as some butter, green tea powder, chocolate morsels, and a few bottles of syrup and honey. Amongst the food, waiting to be enjoyed along side the breakfast feast were two cold pitchers; one with ice cold milk, and the other with orange juice.
It may have looked a bit extravagant to some, but it was a nice hearty breakfast to someone like Matcha, who’s philosophy was “Good food equals a good life!”, and she’d be damned if any guests in her home were underfed, or fed cheap, fatty food (even if Matcha herself loved sweets and junk food).
This was also a partial offering for Octavia to try to open up a bit more to the larger girl, since she tended to try to keep to herself sometimes- this was Matchas way of saying “make yourself at home, you’re able to stay as long as you'd like!”
She just hoped Octavia would like the food… However as soon as she started to ponder what the brunettes reactions would be, she was brought back to reality by the smell of something starting to burn a bit…
“Ah! The sausage-!!”
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“Shades of Beauty.” Leila Goldkuhl in Giambattista Valli couture photographed by Richard Bush for Harper’s Bazaar U.S., April 2016. Makeup by Isamaya Ffrench and Peter Philips.
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It was only natural that Matcha would become
so worrisome over someone she easily grew
fond of, especially because the girl was smaller
than she, and frankly the larger girl was unsure
as to how Octavia managed to survive on her
own for most of her life.
It was something inside her that drove her to be
so... Loving, and gentle towards her.
Even IF the Italian girl managed to get into
trouble more often than not...
“ ‘Not that hurt’? You’re VERY hurt! Look, you’re still bleeding! Don’t act like I’m stupid, I know when you’re hurt! ”
She scolded as she continued to wipe, and apply
pressure to some of Octavia’s wounds, most of
which were dealt upon her face and arms.
“ It’s not ABOUT you looking out for yourself, it’s the fact that you nearly got beaten to a pulp back there! ”
To say she was upset would be an understatement- Matcha was more distraught than anything because of the current situation they were in.
All because she’d been called something she’d grown used to being called, and likely would’ve shrugged it off had Octavia not stepped in.
“ Just LOOK at you, you’re bleeding EVERYWHERE! Ugh, come here and let me clean you up… ”
Digging into her purse, Matcha pulled out a handkerchief and stepped closer to the girl she’d taken into her home.
This girl was her guest, and as such she as her responsibility to ensure she as safe, even if she WAS reckless.
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Rules: Pick four colors you associate with your muse. Then use the gif search-function and search for the color. Post one gif for each color. Tag 10 other roleplayers to do this.
Tagged by: @ciphxring
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“Aaah, work is so hard sometimes... I barely have time to myself now, but it’s a sacrifice to be made to earn money for when I DO have time...”
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Just saw this pic from the lolita rooms thread on cgl! If anyone knows the source, please tell me - I couldn’t find anything. (The watermark on the side isn’t giving me any leads either)
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