too bitter?
(own hand grasps the box, glancing up at dottore for a brief moment; gratitude withers on his tongue.) hm. i’m unaware of your preferences, honestly.
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i saw you drinking it so often that i got curious and bought a box. wasnt to my preferences though, so its been sitting there.
( momentarily disappearing, returning with the box outstretched in his hand. )
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𓍼 … starter call.
semi—selective, mutuals only.
*REPLY with prompt(s) of choice & if roles are to be reversed. if unsure, you can also request for me to pick one myself. length varies but typically spans multiple paragraphs.
his door——abruptly rising from his makeshift workspace, sighing heavily as he approaches the door. it hesitates for a mere moment, and then wrenches the door open with a scowl.
“what do you think you’re doing?”
while not unused to hearing the damselette’s vocalizations, it has never been the sole receiver; typically an unwilling recipient of her efforts to draw sandrone out of her room, instead. this is what the balladeer assumes …
is happening when the first few notes grace the otherwise silent air, attempting to tune it out as it focuses on the task at hand.
unfortunately, the sound only comes closer. persisting until she stands just outside …
// which is crazy bc i write childe and i also spent two years straight writing daredevil who beats the shit out of people nightly. i should have this down LOL
“this is the second time i’ve taken you down. are you aware of your faults yet?”
the question is accompanied by a foot atop sternum———just barely leaning weight into the other to keep him trapped; as if the training sickle …
of what lotus may have noticed: “you telegraph your attacks far too often. it is obvious what you will do, and when you intend to do it———do you understand?”
foot lifts, freeing chest of weight as it speaks, …