"Feeling better?" Himawari steps in and uncuffs Yuuri. "You barged in covered in blood, said nothing and tried to take me down in fist fight... but I won, Yuuri-san."
“Hehe… I’m sorry… I don’t even remember that,” Yuuri giggled sheepishly.
Tell me what you would do to my muse if they were handcuffed to your bed.
"Good job, Yuuri-san. You nailed them pretty well." With a grin, Himawari drags her friend to the bathroom to wash her, and leaves in her bedroom on a spare futon. Next morning Yuuri gets treated to coffee and cookies. Blood they washed off, naturally, isn't Yuuri's.
(How loyal :). Himawari makes a good friend.)
The person I reblogged this from has a blog worth to follow.
Watch as no one reblogs this from me.
What would your character do if mine showed up, covered in blood and unable to say a single word about what happened?
Send me a ‘Shut up’ for my muse to kiss yours.
Yuuri and Himawari are friends, and so are we.
(Yep. That sounds right.)
