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the shipping picture prompt meme
SIMILAR TO THE PICTURE PROMPT MEME & THE SMUT PICTURE PROMPT MEME ONLY FOR SHIPPING.

i. COMMENT WITH CHARACTER
ii. OTHERS LEAVE A PICTURE (OR TWO OR THREE....)
iii. REPLY TO THEM WITH A SETTING BASED ON THE IMAGES.

THIS POST WILL BE IMAGE HEAVY.

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[If it wouldn't happen now, all the people who stare at them would get a victorious smile from her, a "Look, peons, I have the hottest guy in this fucking town!" type of grin. But apparently it's not the case.

She sees as the last sparkle disappears from his eyes and her fingers stop unbuttoning his coat. Is he serious? Is he bored of her? Does he have someone else? She shrugs, because even if he had someone else it wouldn't count. It would be a-okay until he wanted her to know by his side, too. But he doesn't want it.

But if he wants her to go...]

If you want me to go you must send me off. You know how...how to injure people with words. Talk to me that way and send me off. If you really think it...we wouldn't work.

[White bangles tickle her face as she looks up and kisses him hardly, iz's maybe the most simple kiss he got from her ever.]

I can't...but you can do it. I trust you.

[He grits his teeth at her request. It's understandable, better to leave with bitter feelings so one doesn't think of what could of been. When their lips part, he's closer to her ear again as if self conscious of the world around for the first time ever.]

I'd be lying.

[That's truth for all his teasing and brash manners. Heine doesn't care for acting cruel for cruelties sake when it has no bases. Thugs that shoot at him are different than a woman that actually likes him; hell, she may even love him far as he knows.]

It's either I hurt you like this or hurt you worse later. I'm not going to let that happen...not again.

[He drifts back from her and closes his eyes.]

Leave. Don't look back, don't remember, just fucking leave and forget any of this happened.

[OOC: Come on, Heine, don't be a chicken, if you want the girl, get her, if you want to get rid of her send her to the hell. :p]

[In the next minute a crumpled piece of paper hits Heine's forehead, it smells like a train ticket to The Other Side Of The World. In the next after next moment she glomps him, wraps her arms around his neck and hangs on him with her full weight.]

I. Can. Not. Did that smart brain of yours freeze or what? I can't leave you, sillyass.

[And because it's very uncomfortable to hang on someone like a ripened peach she grabs his waists with her thighs.]

Open your eyes and listen well. I'm...in love with...I'm in love with you---r couch.

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