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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆. || SALT OF SOLIDARITY || WRITTEN BY #SUNNYPHUSPRIME || MUN IS 18 #CRKRP #MVRP #SFWRP
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『 ❝𝑫𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝑬𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒓𝒚❞? 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒈𝒐. 』

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#CRKRP #COOKIERUNRP #MVRP #SFWRP
" You aren't dying, stop that. And I think he is coming out of onesie town. "

Pressing a hand against the hand on her chest.
“ Awh, it is? You wound me. ”

Awww. Placing a hand over her ches and the other against her forehead.
" That information is classified. "

Awww... he is embarrassed to share the examples.
" That information is classified. "

Awww... he is embarrassed to share the examples.
“ Oh? Is that so? Perhaps you could share examples on those? ”

Perking up a bit, her head tilted into her hand. Curiously looking up at him
" Unless they are from those he is close with. "

Poking at the sleeves of the dress.
" Unless they are from those he is close with. "

Poking at the sleeves of the dress.
“ He does? Awh, such a shame. ”

Putting a hand on her cheek, feigning disappointment. Sighing.
" No. He dislikes messages. "

He is peeking from underneath the onesie hood. Blink.
" No. He dislikes messages. "

He is peeking from underneath the onesie hood. Blink.
She's absolutely giggling.

“ Oh yeah? Can you take a message for him then? ”
" Salty isn't here. He is in onesie town. "

Hiding in his onesie. Grumbling to himself.
" Salty isn't here. He is in onesie town. "

Hiding in his onesie. Grumbling to himself.
“ Hmm? I'm not sure what you're getting at. ”

Little poke at his cheek. Poke poke.
" You know. "

Tilting his head in the opposite direction. Flicking at a strand of hair.
" You know. "

Tilting his head in the opposite direction. Flicking at a strand of hair.
“ Hm? So what? ”

Shifting her head to the side curiously. Batting her little lashes. Nuzzling him again.
" Why are you so... "

He doesn't want to say it. Too nervous :(. Tangling his fingers in the hair.
" Why are you so... "

He doesn't want to say it. Too nervous :(. Tangling his fingers in the hair.
“You're so silly, Salty. Not a literal bet, since I already plan on my silly little plan. ”

Softly humming, leaning into the pawing.
" You wouldn't dare. "

He cannot tell if his face is getting warm.
” My goodness, I might just start using this form more around you! ”

Absolutely giggling. Deviously.
" I am a gentleman. I am aware of a woman's privacy. "

Putting the hood over his head, covering his eyes.
" I am a gentleman. I am aware of a woman's privacy. "

Putting the hood over his head, covering his eyes.
Snickering, she scoots a little closer. Just enough to wrap the blanket about them both. Awwh, how nice.

“ I never said to stop, Salty. ”
" My apologies. "

Looking away while clearing his throat. Rubbing his thumb and forefinger together against the sleeve of the onesie.
" My apologies. "

Looking away while clearing his throat. Rubbing his thumb and forefinger together against the sleeve of the onesie.
She's smiling oh so politely, as if she didn't just traumatize him with the burger.

“ I'm gonna catch a cold if you keep looking at me like that. ”
He is looking... respectfully. Frog blinking.

" Oh my. "
“ Awh shucks! -- Hey! ”

Unburgers. Peeking out from under the blanket. Lady Of Azure!! 🫵
" I think I'm going to have nightmares. "

Picking up the blanket to drape it over the burger. Out of sight, out of mind.
" I think I'm going to have nightmares. "

Picking up the blanket to drape it over the burger. Out of sight, out of mind.
“ Awh, you don't like me as.. Burger Milk Cookie? ”

Batting his silly little lashes. Comedically levitates in burger.
" It was you. "

Automatically holding him horizontally again. Burger....
“ I wonder who did it. It couldn't have been me. ”

Automatically curling up to him. Big ol' grin.
" Heh... "

Moving his hands down and stuffing them in the pockets.

" What am I then? Hmm?? "
Raising a brow. Time to play along! Curling up and rolling around.

” Gah! Ooh! Ah! Owie! ”

Rolling over onto his side afterwards.

“ You and your horses. I know what you are. ”
" I will dare. "

Pretending to project it onto him. Pressing his fingers against his temples.

" This has a horse patch on it so I will. "

Him and his horse fixation.
" I will dare. "

Pretending to project it onto him. Pressing his fingers against his temples.

" This has a horse patch on it so I will. "

Him and his horse fixation.
” You wouldn't dare. ”

Rolling over to lay on his back, stretching and popping it with a sigh. Laying hands underneath his head, getting comfy on the ground.
Peeking up at him.

“ Mhm! I got the best onesies ever. You can keep that one! ”
" I will literally project my pain onto you. "

Picking out a purple onesie. Of course he did. Slinking away to change into it.

Slinking back with it on. He looks comfy.

" Very fuzzy. "
" I will literally project my pain onto you. "

Picking out a purple onesie. Of course he did. Slinking away to change into it.

Slinking back with it on. He looks comfy.

" Very fuzzy. "
Slight grimace.

“ Loose joints my crumbs.. ”

Laying his head back down, little yawn.

“ Anyways, you can choose anything you like from the wardrobe. ”
" 'm fine. Loose joints. "

Snapping the bone back into place?? Ow??? He's fine.
“ I'm sure I can find something purple for you.. ”

Glancing back at him almost instantly, alert from the snap.

“ Are you okay? ”
" Is it purple? "

What is with him and the other purple? Shifting in place before wincing at the snap of a bone. Owie.
" Is it purple? "

What is with him and the other purple? Shifting in place before wincing at the snap of a bone. Owie.
“ I need to get you that onesie! ”

Clapping his hands this time, grinning. Summoning a little wardrobe full of theatrical looking onesies. Good lord..
" Now you have seen me without the armor. Now what? "

Wrapping the blanket around himself. He's still shivering.
" Now you have seen me without the armor. Now what? "

Wrapping the blanket around himself. He's still shivering.
“ WH — . . . Huh? ”

The panic has stopped, left with confusion. Raising a brow. Oh! Snapping his fingers to relocate the blanket back onto Salt.
" YOU ARE HAPPY. "

He still looks mummified underneath the armor. Owie. And cold. He's shivering :(