askyeva:

1. A kiss
2. A steamy kiss
3. Me for one night
4. A slap to the face
5. A confession
6. Me for two nights
7. A harsh insult
8. An angry/jealous text
9. Drunk voice mail
10. 1 day with me chained to their side
11. A hug
12. A pat on the back
13. A kitten
14. Up to mun

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quakingmace:

 

    An unsettled shuffle to the right of the seat followed an unruly bouncing up and down to check the padding on the seat. The very thought of Byakko sent shivers up her spine that rustled her whole body into constant fidgety motion each time and every time she entered the car her partner was ever so fond of. Luckily, for both parties frankly, she kept a store of gum just on the dashboard. Popping in  a piece she turned just in time for the at best gaudy entrance, tacky, at worst, that earned the gunner an ever so affectionately crinkled nose and a judging glance. The question of duties saved her from the tactless comments that were sure to ensue, however. A finger wagged back and forth, back and forth as the ever classic chant was recited that would determine the fate of an otherwise ordinary day in middle-class working class: “OH~!! Eenie meanie, miney moe! Catch a tiger by the toe!! If he hollers let ‘em GO!” At completion a large pink bubble was blown and a finger was pointed to the west outside the window.
“CRYSTALIA UNITED WE GO~!!” 

   ”Good! They’re always a little more cooperative there.” The girl smirked and gave a quick, soft laugh before taking the car out of park and turning back to her partner. “Aaaand awaaay we go~!” As soon as the last syllable escaped her lips, Cater slammed her foot down on the gas pedal, swinging the vehicle around as if in a sling and launching it across the street with unnecessary force. The two screeched through the streets headed towards their target, only stopping when they came across a police officer waiting restlessly for a victim at a stoplight; Neither of the girls wanted the authorities on their tail just yet. As they waited for the light to change, Cater heard a faint mumbling coming from her side. A quick glance revealed two Tigers in the vehicle next to the girls, one of them laughing hysterically behind the wheel while the other made kissy faces and yelled what seemed to be something along the lines of “Why don’t y’come out and play, kitty cat?”, clearly directed at Cater herself. Maybe they couldn’t see Cinque from where they sat. Nonetheless, the redhead let out a playful sigh, winking at the Tigers before blowing a kiss that oozed with sarcasm and slamming down hard on the gas pedal yet again. The color of the light didn’t really matter to her anymore. “Hmph, must’ve been green anyway”, she thought, as the police officer didn’t even look up from his what seemed to be a mound of bagels piled next to him. “Lucky son of a bitch.”

   She sighed yet again, before noticing she had almost sped right past the shining glass structure of Crystalia United. After a quick and graceful- well, almost graceful- parking maneuver, Cater turned back to her partner with a wicked grin on her face. “Alright sweetheart, you got the masks, right? And the cat one for me too, mm?”

ace-zero:

So lately I have been playing Final Fantasy Type-0 and I think its OST is a masterpiece, this song is just so epic!

Eyelids opened to red locks sprawled over next to her. Yawning, she shook her head to make sure her eyes weren’t failing or deceiving her. Indeed it was the infamous redhead who had ravaged the halls the night before with some prank she had planned out at a party. She, like the rest of Class Zero were too drunk to figure out what had actually happened before they found themselves staring at the gaping hole in the wall. The only that clicked everything into place was the sight of the redhead running away…as did all of them when they found themselves about to cross paths with the headmaster just a hair away from the hole in the wall. Luckily, Seven was able to hide in a hidden alleyway, being blessed with flexibility and agility she managed to hide effortlessly, snatching the redhead to help her hide in the narrow alley. “Let’s go.” She nodded to the redhead, both sprinting off to their room. Knowing the authorities in the peristylium, they would immediately go to the residence of the fourth member of Class Zero. “Stay for the night, they won’t suspect you hiding here.” The Silverette spoke in a caring manner.

The acrobat stretched out her arm ruffling the girl’s red hair as she saw her mumble awake. “I let you stay here. Now boot.”

“Mmf, oh c’mon Sevs, lemme stay awhile longer, you know I’d get caught headed back to my room already.”, The redhead mumbled into the silky sheets of Seven’s bed. ” ‘M not even sure I can walk straight just yet anyways, and I mean, your bed is hella comfortable, y’know?” The effects of the previous night’s party were still apparently in Cater’s speech, every word still carried the signs of grogginess and exhaustion. It was true that she lacked the energy and ability to haul herself back to her own room. It was like, what, 75 feet down the hall? That was way too much for the girl to handle. She dug her face further into her classmate’s bed sheets. They were warm and smelled like cinnamon. Or maybe they didn’t. After all, Cater was clearly hungover; her senses were practically going haywire. She smiled nonetheless, before rolling over and gazing back at Seven. “Heh, you know you move around in your sleep a lot, right? Kicked me in the shin a few times, I think.”

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quakingmace:

 

     ”Like you haven’t hurt the carpet at all!!!” It was defensive and therefore obviously shrill. And yet despite her objections she lifted the melee off the fringe, dirty and worn and swung at nothing in particular as if to practice for the coming hours. The keys stayed around her finger as batting practice commenced dangerously close and without much comfort, a silvery taunt chiming each time they hit against the grip of the bat. “If I let you drive I’ll get out of the car and throw up! Not much of a grand entrance, is it?” Rather without warning her bat fell and a twirl instead took her captive. “OH!! Bargain!! Ready? If you drive we go get those cute little french cookies afterward, ok??” Evidently, this was not up for debate for the keys were already sent skyward in her direction and the bat was taken up rather excitedly as Cinque scrambled for the sunlight. From outside came a call, a rather silly one, “OH~ We should wear masks this time! I’ll be Bonnie you be Clyde!!”

   ”Deal!” A satisfying jingle came from the girl’s hand as she caught the keys and sprinted after her partner into the daylight. As Cinque clambered into the front seat of a slightly bloodied Camaro, Cater slid across the vehicle’s hood and swung herself around into the driver’s seat. It was rather unclear to her why everyone as always so reluctant to let her drive, it was after all, her car. Well, mostly anyway. It had been stolen from the girls’ rivals, the Byakko Tigers, and given a shiny new custom paint job courtesy of a friend who owed Cater a favor. Needless to say, the Tigers were less than happy about it. “Right, so, which bank are we hittin’ today? Crystalia United or Suzaku National?”

quakingmace:

      “OI, CAAAAATER!!”
With the entering female came a flood of light that embodied the lucent flow of her voice, her very being. But in her hand, dragging just behind her was a bat riddled with all things sharp and menacing. “Boss says we’re on bank duty today~” A jingle of keys, a trinket she kept safely away from the speedster, was offered as a coaxing. “You coming?” 

   ”Bank duty? Laaaaame.”

Shielding her eyes from the blinding light, the girl finished loading her clips before slowly slumping off a torn-up couch and sliding the ammunition into her belt. ” ‘N careful there Cinque, don’t come dragging your bat into the room like that. It’ll tear up the carpet.” Twirling her custom Magnum around her finger while starting towards the door, Cater quickly reached out to grab the keys from her partner’s fingers, but wasn’t quite fast enough. “Still not gonna let me drive, huh?”