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How to play-

a- Post your character with name, canon and preferences in the subject line.

b- In the post have the character describe, in character, their ideal romantic partner in a generalised type.

c- Surprise, this has been broadcast to the universe in general.

d- Reply to those comments indulging, teasing, mocking, being scandalised or so on.

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[Oh dear, it's like they're already an old married couple and she's tired of his hippy shit.]

Darling, I am speaking in the most general of terms! You can hardly be my type, when you are one of a kind!

[He is taking his cheek tugging like a man, though obviously looks a fair bit worried.]

[This obviously bodes well for their future sitcom antics of tiny cougar big perma-teenager, doesn't it? What a preview; him looking kind of worried and her still pinching and patting at his cheeks like a somewhat vicious child. At least she eases up on her assault eventually, sighing in exasperation instead.]

...You are absolutely full of chocobo shit, at times; "one of a kind" indeed. I would hope that you do not fall in love with everyone you come across, else I shall start to feel less and less unique.

And that might hurt my feelings, swozhaerz. [Considering that she's just called him sweetheart with the coyest of smiles on her face, however, her feelings can't be that wounded.]

[Well, not perma-teenager! Just for the first couple centuries.

Still he does fall in love with everyone he meets tho.]

I did say worth loving, you know. Not necessarily by me, I hasten to add. [He is doing that thing where the tips of the index fingers poke each other, he is doing it for real. With his cheeks all red from embarrassment and pinching.] All that aside, please don't underestimate your uniqueness. There's no replacement for you, simply a shape in my heart you alone fill.

[Well that's permanent to her okay, wow. Her entire life she's going to see this giant manchild. Great.
Not that she's thought about that at all, let alone when faced with the fact that he's caught IRL Anime Disease and thus, his moe factor has rocketed the fuck up. It's so amazing that she's not even bothering to act cool in the least; nay, she's reduced to a sappy, smiling mess. This is her anime, damn it. Look at this anime, she ~~loves~~ really likes him and is proud of him. What a guy.]

I should hope so; as generous as I am, if you insist on foisting the burden of reciprocal affection upon me, then I demand quite a large portion of your time, thoughts and feelings. Not all, but most; this I can settle for from you.

Though you make it sound less appealing if you liken your heart to a hole-riddled thing that I simply happen to have fallen into, you know. Maybe more like an explosive collision? That would sound so much better. [??????]

There is not a heart that is born complete- it is meant to be filled by those you meet. With parts to give away without regret, to be harmed or protect without threat.

[He on the other hand focuses on getting cool again. Not in the sense of what a cool guy, but as in a chilly, calm customer. It says a lot about him that he is super okay with talking about love and peace and hope and hippy crap like that without getting embarrassed. It means he believes it all.]

Only parts to give away? Can't say that I enjoy having a heart when I am alone, and now that I am not, I cannot say that I enjoy the idea of my heart being alone. No, you take all of mine or nothing, and I will take whatever you deem suitable to give.

[As if she couldn't sound more vaguely threatening. She's not going to stop there either, oh no.] Just consider yourself an incredibly lucky man that I'm being lenient, since I'm aware that I'm a rough hand at this tender sort of thing and perhaps I might squeeze too hard. Else I should think to claim all of you for my own.
[Snorting softly, she reaches up, hands sliding along his cheekbones until they reach his ears and attempt to carefully pull him down onto her level.] Or, perhaps, my reasons for such kindnesses are simple, weak things such as my wishing that you would shut up and kiss me? Take your pick.

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