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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2014 5:40 pm
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As another kiss touchdowned yet another squeak came. How could this be happening, maybe she had been infected with insanity?! It..it couldn't be real right? Then her hands were pryed from her face and she was staring up to the truth. At Ayane as the ghoul started to pour out more of herself to Lute.
She had such courage to say these things, and Lute admired and envied that as it wasn't something she possesed.
With each new line Lute tried to make sense of things, like her own feelings. It wasn't something she had given thought to honestly. Of course she had always had an eye for Ayane, one that thinking back to was a little more than friendly but thoughts hadn't strayed outside of her friend being beautiful. But, but Ayane was right. They always had fun together and Lute really couldn't see herself without Ayane.
Friend or more, Ayane had grown to be a vital part of her daily life now. If they weren't together she found herself texting the other ghoul. Or thinking of things to make her, or what would look good on her - Oh. Lute blushed midthought, realizing something that had her puffing her cheeks. A hand was held up for mercy, begging Ayane to stop.
She needed s minute, just a minute.
After a moment of silence Lute's gaze meet the ground, then slowly started back up. "I-i...I think...I like you too.." She was sure, but she wanted to try. She just, needed one thing though, just a promise, whispering out she asked, "c-can..you..I mean..if it doens't w-work..will we still..be friends?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2014 10:58 am
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2014 9:20 am
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2014 3:32 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 20, 2014 7:05 pm
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Delight widened the ghouls eyes as the drinks arrived. A finger swiped a scoop of whipped cream off and popped into her mouth. Around it a squeak sounded, and slowly Lute's head lowered so she could stare at the treat. Compliments were ten times as toxic apparently when you dated someone, she could already feel her cheeks burning. Deciding to play it safe her finger slid from mouth along with a soft little, "thanks-s.." Before she was clutching the cup and bringing it up for a drink.
A good silencing device if any she had used before. One sip, two, and finally the cup was lowered, leaving behind a little cream mustache before that was licked away. Hooves dangled from the chair seat then started a slow kicking to busy herself, "s-so.." Peeking up she looked for, begged for, a mercy kill, Ayane would need to be the conversation lead or this would get awkward fast and Lute didn't want that.
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