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[minho]

harrison keegan davids ; ;

It was more than surprising to learn the girl actually knew his name. Due to his poor playing in basketball and baseball, he was known as Water Boy. A name one wouldn't enjoy, and Harrison was one of them. Little respect from teammates sucked, but he kept that to himself and didn't share that unpopular opinion with others. After all, Harry was good at keeping information to himself. "Uh...yeah, Harrison. Harry, Ari, Harris, or just Harrison works," he replied briskly, pulling an awkward smile. Why did he say that? That other stuff wasn't really necessary to say. Oh, yeah...Harris was you're socially awkward kind of guy. "Aha, jock? That's one overly stretched way to put it," he chuckled briefly, shoving his hands into his winter coat. Ah, the snow was beginning to pick up speed; the coffee shop was getting crowded, and the weather was dropping. "Into the coffee shop?" he asked, nodding backwards towards the place. "Um, I was going to go in there, I was close but then I caught sight at how crowded it was getting and who might be in there...so I stuck to outside. Plus, doesn't winter just make you want to eat pizza?" Harrison grinned suggestively.

Crowded places. People. People from school. People from school he hated. People from school he didn't want to see. Skipping out on the coffee shop was the best choice in his opinion. And Harrison was known for being more of an organic kind of guy. He never enjoyed eating or drinking cheap things - they were full of preservatives and high fructose corn syrup - that was just allowing yourself to develop diabetes. Because of being a picky eater, Harrison knew the best diners around which served food that was actually cooked and used real ingredients. The pizza he had been talking about was cooked in an brick oven and the juice came from fruits not cartons. The cocoa was served via hershey cocoa powder and milk. It was completely healthier than the kind in the coffee shop. Wait, hold up, he hadn't corrected himself earlier! "You're Charlotte Peterson, just remembered your name...because of Charlotte's Web." wow, if that wasn't the worst reference ever, he didn't know what was.

[minho]

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mmm could I interact with Dash maybe?

;; yeah yeah. i'll write something up for him now c:

[minho]

dash jagger lykos ; ;

xxxxxx

whereas people were going through the front door of the coffee joint, dash was running down the alley and trying to jump the trashcans as he made it to the backdoor. surprisingly enough, the dirty blonde had managed to jump them granted he was a trackstar when it came to hurdles. he placed his hand on the handle and burst through the back, dodging the people working back there. they all knew him and tended to greet the guy whenever he walked by. sometimes dash would volunteer to pour some coffee and work for them - no money needed. he just liked socializing and making people feel awkward. pouring straight black coffee into a cup and spraying some whipped cream on top of it, he enclosed the cup with a lid and stood behind the register, tapping his fingers on the keys. the idiot wasn't planning on working today, he just wanted to appear busy to draw off anyone who wanted to talk to him. no, people never chose dash....dash chose them. peering over the place, he set his eyes on a new target, a rather pretty girl, and jumped over the counter with the coffee in one hand. today he was more than glad of the shirt he was wearing - free hugs, and made his way over to alaska, standing in front of the table she was sitting at.

he stood there for a few seconds before whistling to get her attention. dash could have done many things then, spill his coffee on her and apologize, joke about her name, or simply say hi. however, dash did know of the listed. the hazel eyed senior set his beverage down then proceeded to point to his shirt. "i'm giving out free hugs today, obviously," he started off in a casual tone, still standing to his full height of six feet and three inches. "and, well, i guess you could say my hugs are rather magical...and i smell good..." he continued, letting the open jacket fall onto the ground so he could show her the full shirt. "so, we should hug and you can experience the magic of it. does that sound good or do i need to throw in something else?" dash asked with a raised eyebrow, still pointing to his shirt before opening his arms up for a warm embrace. yeah, warm. if she was cold, hugging him would definitely sort that out.

[Smite]

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Violeta watched Monroe and laughed as he proved that she was tiny or at least to him, she was having a rather fun time like she had with her best friend. But of course her best friend went on vacation for the winter break, at least there were others that would talk to her like her Mom, Dad, and apparently Monroe. Violeta had stopped laughing and then observed the clothes Monroe was wearing and noticed the shirt that was family guy. Oh goodness, her Dad was always watching it and couldn't help but stalk around and watch behind him as it was also fun when the show was over and she jumped out to scare her Father. She finished thinking of those fun moments and turned her lovely attention back to Monroe and continued to listened as he told her that he had gotten hair on him from a tarantula which meant that he most likely had blown on the Archanid.

Violeta continued to listen and then thought of his question of how she had meant Wilma, her story was most unusual as her friends were always surprised since she had practically saved Wilma. She waited for him to finish talking before answering his questions as, so as he finished talking she rethought of the question and then had her answer of how she meant Wilma. She waited a couple of moments before deciding to answer as she was reviewing was she was about to say, and so then she said to him,"Well with how I meant Wilma, I was about thirteen and it was raining outside and being me I decided I would go look around to see if there were any animals or insects that needed my help. So I was gladly walking around when I saw a spider in a puddle of water, our neighbors had always had tarantulas but had recently moved out. I picked up the baby tarantula that looked like any normal spider and had brought it home, of course I didn't know it was a tarantula in till he had started to grow through out the year that I had kept it. So that's a very short version of how I meant Wilma, because if I went into detail you'd probably fall asleep." She laughed a bit after saying what she had said, she had also remembered her mom's reaction when Wilma had started to grow bigger and bigger. It was just priceless.

As then she had remembered how he had asked if she was somewhat an insect whisperer she laughed a bit as it was most likely a joke and then said,"Well I guess you could very well say I'm an insect whisperer, and also an archanid whisperer. Although they don't listen to me sadly." After she had said that she also had thought of the dragonfly she had recently just talked about and just nodded as Monroe had told her to just leave him in the jar so he didn't have to die a slow, painful, cold, death. She agreed and nodded her head.

[vanitas.]

Penelope held her breath and took a sip of her drink, waiting for a while then took a deep breath, come on Penelope, you could do it, it's not that hard. She looked at him and smiled "Alright, keep them close until I tell you to" She looked over at the camera and stuck her tongue out playfully then leaned in, her lips inches from his. She bit her bottom lip then leaned in, kissing him softly, her face flushed completely

[boat]

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[selenite.]

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Despite the fact the small shop was filled with people she easily found a table next to a large window. The window was nice as it displayed the gently falling snow. She loved watching the snow in the winter, it was rather calming for her. She sat down gently in the chair, acting as if it would collapse if she just simply plopped down. She was so cold she could barely feel her toes, however her arms were just warm enough to not feel stiff and her hands were warmed nicely by her coffee. She lifted the cup to her lips and soon the warm feeling took over her inside as the hot coffee entered her mouth. It was delicious, so sweet, yet still had the coffee taste she enjoyed so much. It warmed the inside of her whole body and coated her throat. She removed her pea coat and hung it off the back of the chair. She left her beanie in as she was sure she had hat hair and would not want to display that.

Soon she heard a bot of commotion in the back, it soon after the muffled close of the door. She glanced over only to see a boy standing by the cash register. She figured he just worked there and shrugged it off looking out the window again. She felt so awkward sitting alone in the filled cafe when everyone else around her had been talking to someone the entire time. "I'm giving out free hugs today obviously" she heard a voice project to her from behind. She looked over at the boy behind her who seemed to be talking to her. A smile crossed her lips as she read the shirt he was pointing to. She realized he was the boy behind the cash register and was slightly confused but kept listening to him. The smile remind on her lips and she placed her coffee down gently on the table. "Sounds lovely but...you sure you want to hug me?" she asked a small shine in her eye "I'm extremely cold you know." she finished and tilted her head slightly.

[jet pack blues]

sigríður ásta hilmarsson
17❄female❄outifit

I sat down first, clutching my warm drink as I crossed my legs together. Another customer walked in, letting old Jack Frost in along with them. My teeth chattered lightly and I wrapped my scarf tighter around my neck after setting down my latte, which seemed to be a life line at the moment. The boy place a pen and notebook carefully down on the table, and my mind instantly wondered what it was. I watched as he got situated, placing my beanie in my lap, as if it would help keep me any warmer. He finally answered my question, stating that he was 18. I shrugged, answering his own question. "I was just curious," I told him simply as I turned my attention outside, peering out the window. Snow flakes fell down harshly, one by one layering up the frozen ground.

[Evil Muffin Overlord]

Blake kept his eyes closed, determined to finish the dare, but his eyebrows shot straight up. She was kissing him... Oh gosh, oh gosh, oh gosh. Blake couldn't handle this... But it was nice. Penelope was a really good kisser... Wow. This was different... Did that mean that she really did like him?! Or maybe it was just for the camera. Girls did that sometimes, it was always terrible. Yeah, that was probably it. After all, no one liked him... He deflated from his earlier happiness. Girls... He pressed his eyebrows together. What was he supposed to do now? It was being recorded still, he couldn't do this! He pulled away, his eyes still closed. He leaned back in his chair, and put his hands in his lap. Now, he just had to wait for her to finish the dare... Hopefully this would end soon, Blake was feeling so uncomfortable, and he didn't even like being filmed. A girl he had just met started recording him for her 'fans' and the next thing he knew, she was kissing him! Maybe he was weird for feeling like this, but it just wasn't... Him. Maybe if Penelope clarified later, after the video was done, told him she actually did like him, he could be happy for himself, but right then, he wasn't in the mood. Blake had a sudden bad temper, and he didn't want to lash out at the girl. He clenched his fist, and hoped he would get over it...

[Dragonette_11]

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Markus shrugged in response, nodding his head a bit as if to say, 'alright, that's cool'. "So are you moving into town, or do you live around town?" he asked as he sat down, hoping to get a conversation going again. He sipped at his latte, feeling the hot liquid burn his dry throat and tongue. He then ran his tongue along the roof of his mouth and noticed its tip was numb. Should've waited a bit, he scolded himself mentally, but knew he couldn't wait another minute to taste the sickly sweetness of the drink. Markus glanced up at the girl, and noticed she had removed her hat, so he did the same to be polite. Wearing hats indoors was not the best of manners in his opinion any ways. He ruffled his long, medium-brown hair so that it didn't stick to his head. Taking another sip of the drink, he leaned back into his seat, letting his muscles relaxed. Then he simply watched her and waited for a response, folding his hands across his stomach.