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Marlene grabs a barrel of champagne, barely holding it up. She smiles slyly. “If you drink all this in under a minute, I’ll kiss you.” She hands over the barrel.
Marlene grabs a barrel of champagne, barely holding it up. She smiles slyly. “If you drink all this in under a minute, I’ll kiss you.” She hands over the barrel.
He manages to get most people out of the bar and smirks, chuckling lowly.
The bartender puts down the barrel, burps extremely loudly, looks dreamily at Marlene for a moment, and then crumples to the floor, drunk to the point of unconsciousness. Marlene smirks and heads into the back room. Cleared, puppy? Are you hurt?
Nope. I'm good. Ready to go, angel? He cracks his neck and rolls his shoulders.
I will be once we get this champagne into the trunk, She replied, lugging two cases in her hands. There's five more in the back room.
Got it. He replies happily. He walks towards the back and gets the crates, humming casually.
Once the crates are in the car (as well as Antione and Marlene,) she gunns the engine. Ready to head home?
Yes ma'am. he purrs in reply.
You shouldn't call me ma'am. I'm nod married…yet. They pull off of the curb with a screech and whizz around the city's hundreds (literally, it's the roundabout capital of the world) of roundabouts.
Yet is the keyword, love. He purrs.
Indeed it is. She smirks as they pull onto the freeway.
He smiles a little as he leans back in the seat, flipping the radio on.
Ah, Green Day. Nice.
Mmm. Wonderful band. he smirks and laughs a little.
Yes indeed. They pull into campus. Home sweet home. Say, where are we going to put all this champagne?
Mmm… I have a place. He says happily.
Mkay. Dorm inspections are next week, so it better be good. Again, Mar holds the door open for Antione.
Antoine smirks. I know, m'lady. he kisses her hand before walking towards the trunk and grabs a few things and chuckles. Follow me
(What if they have a dominant trait that they can speak to as another person and one day it develops so much that it appears in physical form as one of the kwamis)
Alright. Marlene takes the rest of the crates and follows him to the dorm.
(ooohhhhh YES)
He hums softly, and enters the dorm and walks to his room. He slips under his bed and rips two boards easily from the floor where a cellar seems to be. Tada! He smirks.
(mkay so Marlene's is Despair. And their trait is their worst part of them, so they'll hate it. Her kwami is…the ox one.)
Perfect. Is that really the college cellar?
(Mmm… His is probably deceit, so… the fox)
Yep He smirks triumphantly.
(no but like they hate that part of them - is deceit really the reaper's worst emotion?)
Wow. How did you find it?
(Hatred would probably be his worst.)
I don't wanna talk about it… He laughs sourly.
Mmm. Alright.
(How about either plagg or the dragon?)
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