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*     my shayla

[   as the pair made their way to his car,  a short chuckle could be heard from her.  compliments weren’t something that were so easily handed out from her.  even her sisters only got them every once in a while.   ]    hey,  i give out compliments—   sometimes.    [  she states before she takes her seat in the passenger seat.  her coat rested atop of her lap as well as her handbag she picked up before exiting the apartment.  she thanks with with a smile before watching the door shut.  before he can reach his side of the vehicle,  she leans over and unlocks his door,  giving it a gentle push just as he pulls it open.  ]   

@greengoree      [ he wasn’t the type to get thrown off by a simple touch — but hell, there was something about the way her smaller hand fit against his palm, fitting almost too easily. ] if i ever get a real compliment outta you, might as well frame it. probably rarer than winning a damn title belt. [ his palm tightened slightly around hers, a silent flex of restraint, before he opened the car door, the edge of a smirk ghosting his lips. ]

you’re ridiculous.    [  the words seemed to take longer to get out than she anticipated.  when he had stood up without notice,  she could nearly feel his chest against hers.  another whiff of his cologne flooded her nostrils and she could not take her eyes off of him.  the sensation of his warm palm taking in hers felt safe,  a feeling that was a rarity for her.  instead of resisting,  she allows herself to follow his lead.  ]    okay.  i’ll give you credit for that,  show off.   [  she teases as she follows slightly behind him.  the coat that rested on the arm of the couch now held within her free hand.   ]   

i play to win.   [   she states as she sat beside him,  her shoulder offering a small shrug.  her hands rest on the mat behind her as she leaned back.  her eyes watch him for a moment too long,  studying his own features.  the way his nose curved and lips were lined soon became engraved into her mind.  ]    don’t you do the same?  

@greengoree      [ his hand brushed along her spine, the touch light but lingering just a few seconds longer than it needed to, as if savoring the excuse before letting it go. the warmth of her weight lifted from his abdomen, leaving behind a rush of cold air and something else he didn’t bother naming. ] you sure know how to play dirty without even trying.

[   there’s a unfamiliar tightness in her chest as they mutually studied eachothers features.   the moments passed by slowly,  making time feel like forever.  hectic thoughts ran through her mind,  attempting to snap herself out of the trance he had induced.  she blinks a few times,  her grip loosening.  ]    i could’ve ..   [  she leans forwards but turns her head to the side,  lips near his ear.  ]   but where would be the fun in that?   [  a small grin forms again.  she pulls away slowly and sits up once again,  beginning to remove herself from atop of his abdomen.  ]   

ID.  @rearpunch 
            
            * ╱╱  pretty please

/      pls pls

/      pls

ID.  @REARPUNCH
            
            are you alright ?

@straziares      thank lord.

ID.  @REARPUNCH
            
            i have a first aid kit in my bag ,  um . . .  here's some gauze .

@myvampyr      i would never. just curious, mae.

 ⠀ ⠀ don’t mock me.

@myvampyr      was it tasty, at least ?  gourmet level or gas station regret ?

me?  late?  never.  everyone else is early. 

@greengoree      come on, boss, [ adjusting the ice pack against his brow, the cold biting into the heat of the forming bruise. ] your calendar probably cries when you’re late.

capes are lame anyways.   [  a slight smile forms at the corners of her lips,  giving a short shrug.  ]   then let’s go.  do you need to grab anything or.. ? 

*     surprise meee

@rearpunch   /     confused 

/     curious