@emithemo
“i suggest keeping your hands off.. for your safety,”
@ichoriaI, what is it? （ her eyes fall onto the fatui, kneeling down towards the small creature before the high priestess begins to pout. ） but it’s so cute! it wouldn’t hurt a fly.
"oh, right. i forget you're a priestess, or whatever... i need to make this extra fancy to you then."
@sintempt, i ca..n’t help myself! it tastes so good, i just wanna stuff my face with it. （ she says through all the food in her mouth, hand going over to cover it, seeming even more content by the second. once she finished chewing, swallowing carefully in order to not choke, ） i love everything you cook, you need to do it more often.. in case i starve, you know!
"idiot, eat it more slowly.." ⠀ he lightly jabs her side, yet ends up simply staring at her puffed out cheeks. the mouthful of pancakes had filled them! it was rather wholesome looking─── despite how 'stupid' it also appeared to his perspective. ⠀ "glad you like it." ⠀ a slight blush tinged, although the skirmisher had looked away.
@sintempt, you have to appreciate even the smallest things in life. glutton or not, this stuff is amazing! （ she stuffs another one into her mouth, cheeks puffing out soon as she looks at umito with a content expression. trying to smile a little, although it was proven to be rather difficult to do so. ）
"i'm cold. hold me."
@sintempt, yeah? did it not make you feel better? （ emi inquires, seemingly confused. ） i guess, but my hair was pretty unhealthy when i had it longer. i needed to cut my hair because i’d get split ends so easily. （ a hum escapes past her lips, tilting her head slightly into the direction of the other’s hand. ）
"uhh, is that supposed to comfort me?" ⠀ deadpanned umito, a frown evident on his charming features. ⠀ "you won't your hair looks nice as it is. besides, you've got better hair than me." ⠀ with that said, umito gently tucks a hair behind her ear.
@sintempt, really? if it makes you feel any better.. i think you’d look fine as a bald man. （ the high priestess replies, dark irises shifting to stare at umito. imagining if she wiped his hair clean off his head, just what would he look like? however, emi would be irked by the other’s actions. brows furrowing, ） guh! not even a tip? you have to tell me, what if i end up balding?
╱ KANNA YOU'RE GOING CRAZY WITH THESE ANONS OMG ☠️ ( finally someone with my level of insanity )
╱ also side note— this acc is so pretty omg!! absolutely love the theme i'm eating it nom nom
/ IMLAUGFISHFFGF UR ON A ROLL W THESE OPRPC ANONS
/ jfc
⠀⠀⠀new muse written above.
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⠀ “ ugh! my lipstick got all ruined.. fix it for me, yea .ᐣ ”
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀@amoruis, you don’t even have to ask. [ the sinner replies, settling down beside lyna as her hand gently falls underneath the designer’s chin. ] maybe we need to get you some better lipstick that’ll stay there. i’ll make a mental note of that.. [ cupid trails off, taking out lipstick before carefully re-applying the shade of light pink mixed in with peach tinted hues. ] better?
⠀ “ you had yourself a pretty lookin performance. say, when’s the next one .ᐣ ”
@hellstrike always try my best and put on a show, next one should be in a few days? dunno, it’ll get broadcasted so keep an eye out, sweetheart. [ a smile forms, ] didn’t take you to be fan though.. you look like you’d be more into country.
` you're very brave walkin' around in something like that. it's cute... if you're still stuck in the sixties. `
@valust [ pink irises peak from beneath her sunglasses, offering an incredulous look. while valentine’s stare could intimidate anybody, cupid was all too familiar with it from the overworld, she’s desensitized to it by now. i mean, threats and insults were SO last century, no? ] and you’re a little bald bitch who wouldn’t be even able to grow a strand even if he wanted to. [ a mock gasp slips past her lips, hand going to cover her mouth. ] oh! did i touch a nerve? [ cupid, to mirror him, a hand settles onto her hip as a lone brow quirks up. ] listen, i don’t need to be you. i’m more than you’ll ever be. why not run back to your groupie, what was it.. the vee’s?
/ @katzglam the deep red of a scrutinising glare pierced cupid's with such fervent intensity that it looked as though he was pondering between bloody murder or a quick one. his gloved hands raised, settling against his hips while his foot tapped against the floor. ` you're just a jealous lil' bitch 'cause you know you'd never pull it off like i do. what's that about ` pretty girls don't judge ` or some... i dunno, feminist thing like that, whatever. looks like you're just bitter 'cause you ain't me, ` the moth sinner said with a scoff. valentino touched the fur of the antenna on his head in the same way one would their hair, adjusting it in the reflecting he caught from a glass door behind the other. personally? the hat was a bit of a statement piece that exuded an air of stylish... pimpish... air?