Mehh. I may as well then as it's nearly done :p
Tokara
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STATUS: This is 'Chicogal' if anyone remembers me - new name :) 6 yrs ago
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This is 'Chicogal' if anyone remembers me - new name :)
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Maybe I'm back...
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Goodnight, travel well.
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Mainly 1x1s these days.
My former username was Chicogal.
My former username was Chicogal.
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@Sami
If you haven't started, I don't mind posting first? I've basically already written my first post, hah.
If you haven't started, I don't mind posting first? I've basically already written my first post, hah.
Awesome, thanks ^_^ I've also been scarce due to reasons recently, hah.
((I'm sorry, I've been having a horrible time and my muse just disappeared... But it's back! Still feeling a little uninspired about this RP, yet I still want to write it. Any ideas? Think we should skip? Hmm. Sorry it's a little short!))
Tamaki chuckled gently, blond bangs falling across his face as he looked down at Ky. "I can understand that," he said lightly, despite the way his heart picked up its pace. He always got like this around girls he actually liked - even his cheeks were reddening slightly. Although he was terribly out of tune with his own feelings, he couldn't but help it... "Everyone had had their turn, and you were there when I needed a partner." It sounded a little like a lame excuse. Maybe it was. And- "I kind of wanted to dance with you again," he muttered, glancing away from her.
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Mimori glanced up at Kyoya, slightly taken by surprise. He'd noticed that? In her moment of distraction, she tripped - regaining her balance a moment later by gripping onto Kyoya's shoulder. She blushed red. After all, she didn't know him very well... "They're individuals," she said quietly, summoning the courage to look up at him again. "I noticed their differences, although they're very small. Their voices are different. And Kaoru is, well... I get along with him better."
Tamaki chuckled gently, blond bangs falling across his face as he looked down at Ky. "I can understand that," he said lightly, despite the way his heart picked up its pace. He always got like this around girls he actually liked - even his cheeks were reddening slightly. Although he was terribly out of tune with his own feelings, he couldn't but help it... "Everyone had had their turn, and you were there when I needed a partner." It sounded a little like a lame excuse. Maybe it was. And- "I kind of wanted to dance with you again," he muttered, glancing away from her.
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Mimori glanced up at Kyoya, slightly taken by surprise. He'd noticed that? In her moment of distraction, she tripped - regaining her balance a moment later by gripping onto Kyoya's shoulder. She blushed red. After all, she didn't know him very well... "They're individuals," she said quietly, summoning the courage to look up at him again. "I noticed their differences, although they're very small. Their voices are different. And Kaoru is, well... I get along with him better."
Tamaki chuckled, moving a hand to take her waist. There had been some jealous looks from his guests, most certainly - a girl who'd had both the first and the last dance. He might have to have an excuse up his sleeve - he wasn't exactly supposed to show favouritism. And yet, he was drawn to Ky. How could a princely king not follow his heart?
His grip on his waist was possibly a little more familiar than before, and he twirled Ky flamboyantly at one point before moving closer again. He was leading again, but he could feel how she moved better this time around.
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Mimori was nervous about dancing with him - in addition to being older, Kyoya was also the type to be naturally intimidating. He wasn't aggressive, no; he just seemed powerful. And attractive. It was a most dashing combination. The shivers that went down her spine at his touch weren't quite the same as they had been with Kaoru. These weren't shivers of attraction or chemistry. These were shivers of anticipation, the feeling of not knowing what he'd say or do next.
"Oh - that? Yes, it was a little upsetting," she admitted, glancing away from Kyoya with a slightly pink face. The whole thing seemed embarrassing now. But could anyone blame her? "I probably overreacted a little, due to previous experience." Her voice was quieter this time. She didn't really want to explain that bit. "But - I'm very glad to be a guest of yours. I've learned a lot about talking to boys!" she laughed.
His grip on his waist was possibly a little more familiar than before, and he twirled Ky flamboyantly at one point before moving closer again. He was leading again, but he could feel how she moved better this time around.
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Mimori was nervous about dancing with him - in addition to being older, Kyoya was also the type to be naturally intimidating. He wasn't aggressive, no; he just seemed powerful. And attractive. It was a most dashing combination. The shivers that went down her spine at his touch weren't quite the same as they had been with Kaoru. These weren't shivers of attraction or chemistry. These were shivers of anticipation, the feeling of not knowing what he'd say or do next.
"Oh - that? Yes, it was a little upsetting," she admitted, glancing away from Kyoya with a slightly pink face. The whole thing seemed embarrassing now. But could anyone blame her? "I probably overreacted a little, due to previous experience." Her voice was quieter this time. She didn't really want to explain that bit. "But - I'm very glad to be a guest of yours. I've learned a lot about talking to boys!" she laughed.
Amelie walked inside, and the sight of a broken man met her eyes. He was lying on the sacks still, right where she'd left him. There was still dried blood beside the place where she'd haphazardly operated, congealed and dark brown. He seemed to be awake, ice-blue eyes staring right at her. What was the expression in his eyes? He wasn't aggressive, nor was he disappointed or scared. Perhaps it was true, what she'd heard about the Germans not feeling anything - not even pity...
"Hallo," she greeted him cautiously, coming to his side. It was difficult to gauge his reaction to her. But he couldn't do much in that state. In her hand, she held the saddlebag. The brunette knelt by his side, ready to jump away if need be. She withdrew the egg, apple and bread, along with another flask of water. Then she thought for a moment. How to say it in German?
"I am sorry, if it is not enough," she said haltingly, accent strongly French. "I cannot risk them knowing... How is your leg?"
((SORRY it's a little crap, but at least it's something ;_;))
"Hallo," she greeted him cautiously, coming to his side. It was difficult to gauge his reaction to her. But he couldn't do much in that state. In her hand, she held the saddlebag. The brunette knelt by his side, ready to jump away if need be. She withdrew the egg, apple and bread, along with another flask of water. Then she thought for a moment. How to say it in German?
"I am sorry, if it is not enough," she said haltingly, accent strongly French. "I cannot risk them knowing... How is your leg?"
((SORRY it's a little crap, but at least it's something ;_;))
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