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"It is not easy to show care. It's even harder to show it in a way that the other person knows it's real..." He paused, arguing himself briefly, "but subconsciously it's near impossible to ignore.."
" fuck in the name of Mno...Ena! Hey Ena!! Look!"
Blip exclaimed, running over in a rush, an unfamiliar jingle alongside her form. Her feet tap the grass unevenly as she runs, beckoning to make her fall face first. That makes no point to matter though as she reaches her target. Standing in front of Ena now, Blip smiles widely and her tail goes nuts.
Ena chuckles lightly, turning to cock an eyebrow at the excited red panda. "Hey honey, what's up?"
"Hand out please!"
Blip said vigorously. While some others would argue and attempt to gain more information before following such a command, Ena simply reached her hand out.
She had gotten used to it by now. Ever since they met Blip had a fixation on bringing Ena anything she deemed worthy of the brunette's attention. At first the dead rats and muddy sticks concerned Ena, but she learned that while they were ill to her, the intention behind them was pure.
Her hand closed around a circular object with a metal piece hanging off of it. Had she known better shed say it was a keychain, but she really didn't. Her closest encounter with such a thing was a key card she stole when escaping The Dome. Still it wasn't hard to tell a keychain apart from other items. Ena might've not had alot of basic knowledge but she could speculate well enough.
The keychain itself was really soft but lovely. Stitches lined its shape with a singular picture in the middle, the ridges of the picture clearly showing.
Ena ran a thumb over the delicate material, pressing into it lightly in hopes her sense of touch will remember the kind gift recieved.
She smiled and nodded at Blip, "Thank you.."
"Don't thank me, thank the old guy I stole it from!"
Ena: :(
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" Ah, still praying are we?"
"Still prying on my religion?" He scoffed, getting up from the floor to face the wretched demon. Taking a step forward he clenched his fists and stared at him, fury pouring from his eyes.
The demon stood its ground, standing straight to appear taller despite its prior height advantage.
"You call that a religion?" CDs eyes rolled, his arms rising to grab at Liam. His eyes held a sort of curiosity, but also a mischievous sense of danger. Perhaps he should stop hanging out with Haima when they insist on movie nights. Romantic alpha-omega movies were the last thing ANYBODY needed CD learning human interaction from.
As if he already did (and no doubt he did) watch a bit, his facial expression was nothing smaller than a glare.
Liam made a disgruntled noise, raising his fist to steady himself by holding his fist at CDs chest,"You have something better, demon?"
"Yeah, me. It's called the Coolest Dick religion,which is long for CD"
Liam grinned and leant in, capturing CDs lips in a chaste soft kiss. The fist at CDs chest loosened and he placed his forehead there instead. The steady sounds of his lover's heartbeat soothing him enough to not bother bantering further.
"You're ridiculous"
"And your religion isn't?"
"at least I'm a monotheist.."
Cd pulled back to stare at Liam with a faux frown and raised eyebrow, "Monotheist my ass...Didnt you meet your god and his blue twink in a highschool dimension?"
Liam groaned and shut his eyes, already feeling his head faintly throb at the memory. As pleasant as Reina was, and as spectacular the whole ordeal felt to go through, he couldn't face his lover without thinking of the betrayal he felt when he got shunned away like a stranger.
"Don't even mention that.."
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" Gah...Seriously?">
The mask did no justice to muffle the disbelief in the man's voice. He impatiently leaned against the wall. His body shivered from the cold touch of stone, yet to no avail for his body as his blood ran warm from nerves.
Sitting on the floor in front of him was his dearest companion, Elise. And in front of Elise was way too much paperwork for someone who could barely read.
"Da, seriously! It's been months! they have to let me try again right?" Elises panicked voice, a thicker russian accent slipping, did nothing to soothe the other man's nerves.
Despite the enticing view of Elise sitting on the floor criss cross apple sauce, Kipp couldn't see it go on for much longer. He did prefer oranges to apples anyway.
The russian-american was finally off trial for being suspected as a spy for both countries. After eagerly picking up their passport, Elise didn't waste time asking if he could reapply to join the army as a pilot again.
The paperwork was heavy and ridiculous, too many words for something so simple. In Kipp's mind it only made sense for the papers to say:
'can you ride a plane?'
'Yes' 'No'
And that'd be enough to apply, given that you circled yes.
Nonetheless, there he was, staring at his beloved writing out form by form, the sound of pen on paper becoming more irritating by the minute.
He took in a deep breath and sat on the floor next to Elise. Sparing a minute to look up from the documents, Elise looked at Kipp and blinked. It felt like a silent recognition, a small sign saying 'ill be okay', but Kipp didnt just want silence. He placed a hand on Elises shoulder and nodded towards the paperwork,
"let me help, ah?"
"Your subconscious will prevail, and in several ways will it show your love for another person. Thats why we have different types of love" He concluded, a lazy half smile outlining his face. Silence clouded the space for a moment, but not unfamiliar nor uncomfortable, just a moment for a breather.
The mans hands fiddled with a keychain. His nerves were always like this, harboring a constant need to fiddle with something. That something was the keychain he had gotten from the man sat next to him.
The man smiled, not paying much mind to the uncalm mind of the other, knowing the other like the back of his palm.
Not that it was hard to, the man mentioned facts about himself like it was gospel, wanting any excuse to let the other know him. Luckily it was a mutual feeling.
Theyd known eachother since forever. Ignoring such facts about eachother would be mindless and impossible. For example, like the way the other mans black hair shined and how his eyes were gorgeous. and dat ass.
"So what love language does your country mean when it kicks you out?"
The man, who hadn't shut up for (however long it took you to read till this point) was silent. He shook his head and scoffed.
"Seriously?"
Soft chuckles rang between the both of them. The keychain was tossed to the near side for the purpose of hugging the other, easy flail arms wrapping around a muscular toned stomache.
"Do you think that our ocs are made in the revelation of how we feel and resonate with real life situations? Like if..I dunno, I was a silly bisexual hair coloured goblin and you were a blind blacksmith?"
"Shut the fuck up already I get the point Lin..lets just make out already"
Lin: c':
THE ENDDDD