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six similarities between mun and muse

❣ Skirts! Dresses! Heels! They’re so pretty and cute uwehehe~
❣ Cake! *w*
❣ Good at holding temper?
 We’re both not religious.
❣ Spends a lot of time just thinking (overthinking?)
❣ Manipulates by being ‘good’. … … Somewhat good.

six dissimilarities between mun and muse

❣ Nagi does not like shorts.
❣ Chrome snacks too much!?
❣ While boots are neat, I wouldn’t wear them.
❣ Chrome- responsible. Nagi- nothing near responsible.
❣ Scaredy-cat Nagi.
❣ Nagi speaks more languages than Chrome does.

Tagging matters: Whoever wants to can just go ahead .w.?

Won’t it rain tonight?

Hip, fingers, maybe occasionally stomach in the "want to go cause some trouble?" sense

Interest, friendship and…

Well, as long as it doesn’t get them in too much trouble, sure~ <3


At her gesture, he could only let a small chortle out. “Hmm~ I live for most of the sweets.” Then his gaze switched from her face to the papers in her hands. “Work, huh?”


"Yeah, work," she said with a little huff, chewing on her stick till it went all the way in. Nom nom. "Some of these are registration forms for part-time jobs, actually. A lot of cases in winter are out of mafia’s jurisdiction and passed to the police. So, I don’t get much work." Being a freelancer during winter wasn’t so easy.


target locked.. bang bang


target locked.. bang bang

Touch my muse! Touching is a quiet way of conveying your feelings, so tell me how you feel with your touch!
Top of head: Sibling affection/parental affection
Hair: Yearning
Ear: "I want you to hear me out."
Nose: "You're so cute."
Cheek: "I want to tell you I love you."/Deep affection/Devotion
Neck: Dislike/Hate/Disdain
Shoulder: Worry/Concern for other/Fear
Waist: Possessiveness/"You are mine."
Over the heart: "I love you."
Butt: Sexual attractiveness/lust
Hip: Interest
Back: Wanting to kill/will betray you one day
Stomach: Fun!/Silliness/"Wanna go cause some trouble?"
Forearm: Indifference/Don't particularly care for
Biceps: Aggravation/Irritation/"You are an idiot."
Fingers: Friendship/amicable
Wrist: Fear of losing you
Knee: "Don't worry, I'm here for you."
Chin: Beauty/attractiveness
Thigh: Sympathy/empathy
Calves: "I will cause you pain."
Feet: "I will serve you forever."/Deep devotion and and feelings of servitude/extreme fealty


Most possibly would change his facial structure if she dared to take full sight. Unneeded though the act became instinct. Everything was fine now, listening in. “Oya oya. Almost sounds the same before leaving.” Probably was. That thought alone made the male chuckle. “My time was lost in illusion.”

"I suppose it’s similar but I had less work. And I’d been studying," she said with an almost reminding tone, letting go of his hair so that she could go back to eating. Had been skipping too many meals to not finish this one. Really, he always gave such answers. "You shouldn’t let yourself get lost in your own illusions, Mukuro…" Nibbles.


Solaced over just hearing her laugh again. Rare to hear a sweet warmth that shook him so. Payback rested within his smile, though warmth was harder to find within. Chrome would get it though. As was always given to her. “Grazie,” he chuckled. “What have you been up to.”

Slowly, the woman played with blue strands of hair, giving a low hum as she thought about his question. “I’ve had a lot of work to do so, mostly that,” she said softly, wondering if she should turn her head to look at him. She could barely make out the side of his face from this angle. “When I’m not working, I just went for walks or stayed home to rest… And you?”


Everyone had different tastes. That was all. “Hmm. Well, not as bland as you are probably thinking.” Combs his bangs over. “I liked it though.” Watches as she ate interested as to why it was pasta of all things.

Lets out a light laugh before she puts the picked up pieces into her mouth, chewing them slowly. She swallowed and then put her fork down, reaching to her side to touch his hair. “I’m glad you liked it, then.” Pasta, because it was the easiest to make, honestly. “Welcome back.”



Is he wanting to be spoiled? Well, not that she minded doing it. “Here.” picks up some of the penne pasta she made and holds it up. “This is fine?”

Rose with first movement. Grumbles his reply. Leans in a bit, taking what was there. Didn’t need anymore. She could have what she made. “Not bad.”

Takes her fork back and gives a light nod with a smile, going back to eating her food. “Sorry, it’s bland isn’t it?” She questiones as she picked up a forkful. “I didn’t think anyone else was going to be eating it.”