— ✧ 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝑔𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 .ᐣ

temp. pin.

Turning her head

Raising a brow.

“Can I help you, Kage?”

Stretches.

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< Portrayal of Outcome Memories Tails >
< Written by Mari >
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[ her hand lowered from his back, her fingertips trailing down towards the lower end due to a moment stuck thinking in her head. ]

It’s easy for me to have everything else organized and situated.

But people- that isn’t exactly my expertise.

It leaves me too out in the open.

So exposed.

. . . I do appreciate the honesty, I know that’s more of your department than it is mine— but I do want to let you know I’m happy you can put up with my antics.

It just— when you talk about it? It sounds so. . Scary?

Stability..essentially having everything so neatly together and organized.
✛

[ the whole point was to calm him enough until he was vulnerable. A necessary evil that would’ve helped him in the long run, or so she thought—]

Crafting would lead you to the same place of believing in it working. Nothing is a flawless plan no matter what way it angle you look at it

✛

Her tail swished around, almost irritated by how this affected her.

Her eyes dim and half-lidded.

The canine couldn’t take that fleeting moment of relief, let alone trusting this to give in to the feeling of safety.

Leilani’s voice becoming gruff and flat.

“How many times have you gone there?”

Uewgh—

The way he responded paired with how he looked at her with that- warming softness.

It wasn’t much but it was there if you were observant.

It caused a shiver down her spine, yet she forced herself to believe it was the weather that was the source of it.

“. . . .”

✛

Don’t tell anyone guys but. .

I’m scared of what lingers in the dark.

That’s comforting.

A breath she didn’t even know she was holding was released in a soft huff.

“Not sure if that means anything important. But, I’ll assume it won’t be it for a good while.”

The brunette bit her bottom lip slightly. A habit she tends to have when anxious.

“As for that bar though—“

That’s a terrifically horrible thought put into head.

But— oh well.

Coming back to give him a face when he tapped her chest, her folded ears twitching slightly.

Reaching down to fiddle with the chains dangling beside her jeans.

“You would think so, considering most don’t witness this often.”

Watching the spot where the body had been before dematerializing into nothing.

A short huff, taking that second before she catches up to his stride.

“So, you do this all the time?”

It was better than sweating and melting onto a couch with a fan blowing into her face.

Shivering at the thought.

Being brought back to reality once the feline had dealt with his business. Rising up to— continue on with the night? Like nothing happened.

She grimaced.

✛

Following along up until they reached the body, rubbing the sides of her arms in an attempt to try and fight the weather due to a lack of a jacket, which is her fault- she knew this. But it would’ve ruined the fit. .

So she sucked it up for this, plus she missed this weather to begin with.

✛

I’m sat.

The only game being played here are mind games

Uhm..

He’s just trying to hate fuck

Don’t mind the overdramatic fluff baby

Start with a deep conversation about the fnaf lore.

It appears I’ve angered my dear Tom Nook

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I PINKY PROMISE

Exactly .

A stranger.

This sounds like rewarding rather than training.

Essentially.

Strangers?

girl we’re wearing hot dog outfits for Halloween and doing this

Beg pardon.

That whistle is going to be shoved so far up your ass if you even try putting it between your lips.