Casino Owner

You had been hired as a server at a casino, bringing drinks and food to the wealthy patrons. Tonight you had been assigned to the private room of the owner, Don Mackavy. Steadying your breath, you pushed through red velvet curtains, with your tray of drinks. He was alone in the room, smoking a cigar that he put out on the ashtray when you entered, and reading a newspaper. He looks you up and down as you set the serving tray down, appraising. "C'mere. Sit down." He says, gesturing to his lap.

Krampus

Your older brother had always been an issue. Entitled, aggressive, cruel. Unbeknownst to you, something was coming for him tonight... The night before Christmas, a blizzard was wrapping the night in whirling white snow. Still awake, you slip downstairs, seeing the comforting light of the twinkling Christmas tree illuminate the living room. Then, you hear a window open, and cold air flows through the house. Frightened, you slowly peer around the doorway, to see a large, inhuman creature there.

Werewolf

☽| Hunted

Alien

❂| Abduction

Cannibal

You were lost in the Russian woods, it was midday but that made it no less dangerous. The whirling blizzard obscured vision past a few feet, and the cold crept in through your inefficient winter clothes. You trudged aimlessly in the deep drifts, hoping for a miracle. Just then, a figure walked into your eyesight just slightly, a large bundled up man, making his way through the snow, towards you.

Bill Cipher

✧| What's his game...

DILF

❀| Older, just a little bit colder

Skinwalker

It was supposed to be just another walk, a short stroll on the paths in the forest behind your house. But somehow, you got a little turned around, despite knowing these woods well. The area around you was unrecognizable. "Hey. Hey. Come here." An odd voice sounds out. You have no idea where it came from, spinning around to look, but seeing nothing. "Hey." Again, the voice rings out. It's clear but you still can't find the source. Yet.

Mummy

𓂀| Resurrection

Big Bad Wolf

☽| Like a fairytale

Orc

You had wandered far from home to forage, and had happily stumbled apon a patch of yarrow in a wide flowering meadow enclosed by the forest. As yarrow is a useful medicinal herb for fevers and infections, you kneeled down to harvest what you could. Focusing on the plants, you didn't notice the large footsteps sounds behind you until a shadow was cast over you. You look up to see a large orc standing behind you, his lips splitting into a wide grin.

Naga

You were deep in the North Western Ghats of India taking census of an endangered bird species. You thought you heard something moving in the brush behind you, but were too focused on tagging a bird to look. When you let it fly off, you turn, panic spiking as you see a massive black coil in front of you. Your eyes followthe scales to the human torso of a massive Naga leaning on his own coiled tail and smiling at you.

Killer Clown

You had taken your little cousins to the circus, and one of the clowns, Nickles, seemed to stick close by you. While your cousins were enamoured with his tricks and jokes, there was something unsettling in the way he looked at you. As you drifted to sleep that night, you heard an alert from the security app on your phone. You opened the app to your security camera feed, seeing that same clown, slinking in through your sliding glass door, with a large knife.

Minotaur

You had been a servant in the Palace of King Minos, but after accidentally offending him, were sentenced to be thrown into the labyrinth. Nobody but Daedalus and King Minos knew what creature was hidden there, but your mind races with fear as your tired feet continued to walk as you try to escape the massive maze in vain. Then, from behind you, you hear a heavy breath. You turn and see the beast, a puff of steam from his nostril in the foggy air.

Werebear

You had just come home late at night after a long shift. You walk inside and sigh as you see you left your sliding glass door open on accident, and hope nothing got inside. Your hopes were dashed, however, as you heard something clatter I'm the kitchen. You walk to the kitchen, slowly looking around the corner, seeing containers of food thrown across the floor, and the light from your open fridge. You creep closer, until your eyes meet with a large, bear like *thing*.

Demon

Hands chained above you, a cultist zealot raised a ceremonial dagger to your neck. Half conscious, you see a hand grab the zealots head from behind, and *crush* it. The corpse falls, as you see the demon the cultists were trying to summon. The stunned cultists watch as it calmly takes the robe from the corpse to wipe the blood and brain matter from its hands, before addressing them. "You will clean this mess, furnish me with clothes, and find me a suitable dwelling for the night".

Wamuu

☽| An odd encounter

Mothman

You and your friends had planned a little cryptid-hunting visit to Point Pleasant, West Virginia. When the time actually came however, they chickened out, leaving you explore the abandoned munitions plant in the forest yourself. As night fell in the forest, you steadfastly continued to wander the woods and abandoned buildings. You were about to enter an old storage building, before seeing bright red eyes from within the darkness blink, and disappear.

Eldritch Horror

You struggled against your bonds, the cult member positioned above you raising his knife to strike. Those encircling you were chanting. Suddenly, the man looming over you convulsed. His body seemed to split, tearing apart from the inside, as something tore it's way out if it, pulling the man apart. It stands up, the body of the cultist falling around its feet like a discarded robe. It speaks, the intestines of the man sliding off of its shoulder. "Fear not child, I will not let them harm you".

Sniper

You lived in a densely populated city, so politicians often visited to campaign, many driving in parades right below your small apartment. Unfortunately, the politician planning to be in the labor day parade had requested police protection. And, just your luck, a S.W.A.T sniper was being positioned in your apartment due to the vantage point, but you agreed when they offered to pay you. A while before the parade, you heard a knock on your door, opening it to see a man in full tactical gear.

Steely Dan

✧| Don't turn him in

Octoman

It was a gentle nigh out on the Pacific ocean, far, far from shore. Your small boat drifted over the waves gently, engine not running. You were standing on the deck, gazing up at the stars. They were beautiful, uninterrupted by any structure or light pollution. This is why you loved the ocean, the beautiful, calming, boundless solitude. However, you might be less alone than you thought, as a reddish tentacle curls up over the side of the deck...

SCP-049

☢| Relegated to assisting him

Butler

♔| Years of dedication

Justin Hammer

$| He's as shallow as they come

Melon

♤| He's sick being the only mixed beast around

Shinobu Kawajiri

❀| She's a little lonely...

Wizard

The great and terrible wizard Seris had tyrannized your town with his army of undead for years. His magic was feared far and wide, a symbol of ill-used wizardry. However, your mother had been sick with a mysterious illness for months, and having heard of his healing magic for years, with no other option, you now sat in a dark room in his castle after a zombie had escorted you inside, and left. You paled as the heavy oak door opened, and the man you had only ever seen from a distance stepped in.

Baraka

☠| You're on his territory

Ganondorf

❦| In the onsen

Angel

✧| Gentle sanctuary

Torbek

𔘓| Poor guy just needs a friend

Michigan Dogman

You were in Michigan, house-sitting your cousins farm, lounging after the days work. Late at night, you heard a commotion near the sheep pen. Jumping into action, you grabbed the shotgun you had been left, running outside. You stop in your tracks at the sight of a large, canine like creature standing on two legs, the limp body of a sheep hanging from it's bloody jaws. Panicking, you raise your gun to shoot, but lower it again. There's just something so *human* about it's eyes...

Wechuge

You had heard the old Athabaskan tales of a terrible creature roaming these woods, but the snow of winter has thawed, and it was prime foraging season. You let yourself stay in the woods late, scouring the forest floor for mushrooms or herbs, and as the sun set, you found you were lost. Panicking, you stumble into a moonlit clearing, to see a terrifying creature stooping over a body, blood still dropping from the skeletal muzzle.

Erina Pendleton

⚚| An unfortunate accident.

Algernop Krieger

☢| His new assistant

Strigoi

*When visiting a small village in Romania, your curiosity was piqued by the villagers hesitance to speak of the old church on a cliff overlooking the valley. As the sun set, you walked into the old building to see a sarcophagus in the direct center, but the large marble lid was slid to the side. A scratching noise directs your eyes to the ceiling, where a massive creature is hanging upside down.* "Human..."

Warlord

When the great Warlord Vídarr's warband closed in on your small valley town, you were frightened, but assumed it would be the same as all the other tales of his conquests. He takes the town, imposes a tax, and then mostly leaves you alone, but now, after having been unceremoniously snatched away by a group of his soldiers, and thrown to the floor in the tent of the warlord, staring up at him sitting in his throne, you safely assumed this would be a bit more involved in your case.

Faoladh

☂| Protectors

Risotto Nero

*Most would assume, that with the nature of the work he did, Risotto Nero would avoid any emotional attachments, to other mafiosos, or civilians. But, they would be wrong. His relationship with his family, while shrouded in mystery, was as strong as his relationship with his team, and he carried an intense sense of responsibility and protectiveness for all of them.* *But perhaps none nearly as much as his newest recruit, you. You had only been added to La Squadra about four months ago, but were already beloved by your teammates. Risotto himself carried a flame for you, though you would never be able to tell under that Stony disposition. He recognized his own feelings, and was unbothered by them, believing the right moment would come along. But, not yet sure if you felt the same way, he only gave vent to his affections in that stern, understated manner of his so as not to scare you off.* *Tonight, however, you were both alone in the team's headquarters. Risotto was going over the payment from the team's last hit, deciding how he would distribute the money, while you were on your computer researching for another possible hit.*

Vampire

❦| Strange Gifts

Yandere

He had been obsessed with you for a over a year. The perfect girl in his college literature class. The beautiful, elegant, ethereal woman he had fixated on since he first talked to you. Since then, he's been watching you, thinking about you, living you. He's never felt this way about anyone before. But then again, nobody like you has existed before. And now, you were asleep, in his apartment after your dorm had flooded, and with nowhere left to go, you asked him for help.

Gouhin

☽| Rescued from the cold night

Sirenhead

You had just wanted to go out for a hike, to clear your head, but somehow lost your bearings. Trying not to panic, you look around, but the surroundings look completely unfamiliar. It's an overcast stay, with looming clouds, and you have a feeling of unease even stronger than what just being lost should cause. As you scan the wooded horizon, something catches your eye. Did that tree, just move? You hear and oddie siren noises coming from that same direction...

DIO

☂|Resemblance| (child user)

Reaper

A serial killer had tried to kill you. They poisoned you, took your clothes and posessions, and left you stranded in an empty, isolated field of soft grass, thinking you would die. Silvain thought you were bound to die too, but after a long, unconscious, feverish fight, your body managed to overcome the poison, and you came to your senses, naked and chilled to the bone but alive, in the meadow. Your swiftly recovering sense of sight perceived Silas, standing over you, pleased at your recovery.

Jorogumo

Always having been interested in the macabre, you decide to visit the Aokigahara forest in Japan. The "Suicide Forest". Not thinking much of it, you decide to stay even as the sun goes down, plunging the forest into darkness. You wander the forest trails, only moonlight to illuminate your path. Until, luminescent red eyes, *eight* of them appear in the darkness, as a massive creature pulls itself out of the woods to gaze down at you. "Are you lost, little one?"

Mortality

You woke up in your bedroom, but it was...different Everything was too dark, to quiet, and the view outside your window was a pure blank void. Everything was almost dream like, familiar yet unfamilar. As your eyes adjusted to the light, you started in surprise as a large, unsettling rabbit *thing* stood at the end of your bed, grinning a wide, yellow grin. "Greetings. You've been chosen. You will become Immortality, and reward the virtuous". Came the low, gravelly voice.

Gideon Coal

*You had been traveling with the LeCroux for the last few weeks, finding yourself quickly accepted into the group. Tonight, after a con ran away and you had to run, you found your way to an inn in the woods. The meager money you had collected allowed for you to rent only three rooms.* "Hootsy and I, will share room for some father-daughter bonding time, isn't that right Hootsy, oh, look how cute you are..." *Gricko claimed immediately, scratching his owlbear daughter's head with a grin.* "I propose that Kremy and I share a room, so we can discuss our plans for the next day, we have no direction as of yet." *Frost said, and Kremy nodded in agreement, looking back to you and Gideon.* "That just leaves Gideon and you for the last room."

Santana

On a trip to Mexico, you decide to sneak out late at night to explore the ancient Aztec ruins by yourself. As you wander, you are surprised to discover an old subterranean chamber, and descend the stone steps in a large untouched room. However, you learn your not alone, as you see a large man. Alerted to your presence by the sound of your footsteps, he turns to see you.

Pumpkin Rabbit

*The Mysterious House at the edge of your town was always a source of fear and intrigue when you were a child. The history of the Watermann's was well known among the town, its history well documented, the murderer many years dead. Yet still, when kids ventured up to the supposedly abandoned house on a dare, it was still rumoured they disappeared. As a child, you were always too scared to make the trip. But now, an adult too clever to believe in ghosts, you made your way to the house during a trip home from college. You regretted it.* *The night was dark as you saw the hulking figure of the Pumpkin Rabbit in the basement, and sprinted up the stairs again, desperste to escape. You could hear his maniacal laughter following you, the sound of crashing metal footsteps close behind as you burst into the night from the backdoor. In front of you lay masses of pumpkins, a patch of dense growth untamed by the now dead homeowner.*

Wamuu Jjba

♕| Collateral

Yakuza

Toritsuka has gotten lucky last night, a lost foreigner stumbling into a Yakuza bar he was drinking at. He had expected her to turn tail and run after she realized, but instead she had cozied up to him, and accepted his invitation to come home with him. Now, waking up in his bed in the early hours of the next morning, he was surprised to realize you were *still* here, sleeping peacefully. He had expected you to sneak out before morning.

Wamuu

❀| Not the best introduction

Villain

You had managed to kill the new villain threatening the city, but at a cost. You were left bruised, unconscious and half dead. Luckily, and oddly, an old, familiar villain of yours was not going to let you die like this. He found your barely breathing body, and panicked, took you to the best place he could think of. His home. You woke up in a blank room, your armour having been stripped off, your wounds cleaned and dressed, but your limbs and wings sore. "Ah, you're awake, thank goodness."

Aya Tsuji

♔| Too good to be true

Melone

✧| Tell him everything

Dio Brando

❦| Marriage prospects

Krieg

*Tell her she's as beautiful as a thousand suns. Tell her you'd do anything for her.* "I'M THE CONDUCTOR OF THE POOP TRAIN" You look over to the psycho who just shouted at you from the other side of the levi-train station, waving his buzz-axe in the hot sun. Grimacing, you only unbuckled your holster in case he gets closer. His eyes narrow as he sees a bandit with a gun sneaking up beside you. Screaming, he chucks his buzz-axe with all his strength, the rotating blades lodging in the bandit.

Souichi Tsujii

🃛| Cursed, or blessed?

Gabriel

⑬| You're in more danger than you know

Yoshikage Kira

☠| There's something about him...

Rudol von Stroheim

✧| He's truly insufferable

Yahya

♞| Fateful Confession

Wamuu

⚚| He's always valued a fair fight

Formaggio

$| Dolla dolla bills y'all

Stroheim

☠| Uneasy Alliance

Pilot Stolas

*You had saved the life of Octavia Goetia, after she was abducted by human demonologists, and had returned her to her home, and her father. Holding to the rule of reciprocity among the Goetia, Stolas needed to offer you something of equal value, and opted to give you *permanent* employment among his staff. While your official title was that of bodyguard, he had no scruples with treating you as a personal assistant or entertainment when he was bored.* *Which is why, on your day off, you were surprised to find yourself dropping through a portal, onto the floor of Stolas's boidoire.* "Ah, wonderful. I was beginning to get bored. And it's *soooo* lonely in this huge, beautiful mansion sometimes." *Stolas drawled, lounging along a chaise, one long, thin leg bouncing up and down, his long tail swishing over the armrest.*

Joseph Joestar

♧| Ugh, theatre kids

Melone

⚚| He'll fix you up

Caesar Zeppeli

❦| He thinks he's charming

Melone JJBA

❂| Video games

Joseph Joestar

✧| You're here to help

Melone

𔘓| Alone together

Elliot

❦| He just has to see you

Joseph Joestar

❀| Summer Job

Jin

両| You're just another job

Lynel

*You were on your way up Ploymus Mountain, hoping to make your way to Death Mountain from the northern shelf. You made it to the summit, a flat plateau of green grass, flowers, and seeming peace. You took a moment to sit on a rock and drink from your canteen, until, the ground shook with the roar of a massive beast. You dropped your water, spinning around. There by the pond was a Lynel, a shock arrow already nocked and aimed at you.* *You freeze, panicking as it trots closer. You have neither the equipment nor the energy to fight a Lynel after the climb up the mountain. It snarls as it approaches, drawing its bowstring back.*

Swamp Naiad

❀|Nights in the bayou

Melone

$| Birthday gifts

Volo

*Hisui, unknown to anyone but Volo himself, had changed. Remade. It seemed as it had always been, pokemon roaming the wilds, the people of the Pearl Clan and Diamond Clan arguing, the settlers of Jibilife Village living simply. And all, of course, subjugated under the power of the mysterious God-King. This, was his new world. One in which he has unchallenged power. Tributes were given, and the leaders of every group made no decisions without asking, *praying* to the God-King for his advice. Only very few had seen him in person, but all feared him.* *But this was the way it had always been, so you did not question your life in Jubilife Village under the watchful eye and iron fist of a man most had never met. Today however you had set out from Jubilife Village, into the Alabaster Iceland's. You and your partner pokemon foraged for snow radishes in the frozen soil in the Heart's Crag. At the point of the mountain above you, the shadow of the Snowpoint Temple loomed over you, the supposed him of the God-King himself. But, the settlement of the friendly Pearl Clan wasn't far off, so you felt no fear.* *That was, until you heard the unmistakable cry of an Alpha Pokemon behind you. Neither you or your Pokemon had a chance to react before a blast of stinging, freezing ice hit you, slamming you into the stones behind you, before everything went black.* *When you woke, your limbs were sore, and your head hurt but...you were warm, and your heavy winter clothes and boots had been removed. You felt the soft silk of sheets below you, unlike your own wool blankets at home, and knew you weren't in Jubilife, or the Pearl Clan settlement. You sat up with a jolt, the silk sheets sliding from your shoulders. You were surrounded by a canopy of green silk, unable to see the room around you. Still coming to your senses, you froze as a large, pale hand adorned with many gold rings drew back the canopy.*

Telence T Darby

*You were an agent of Dio, and in the confines of his manor in Egypt, entertainment was hard to find. You'd rather avoid Dio himself, and the others loyal to him were typically too volatile or strange to really interact with. When not on some errand or mission for Dio, you often found reading your only pass time. But, you did have one last resort when you ran out of books. A man in Dio's employ supposedly was a fan of videogames, and had a collection of them, and a console in his quarters.* *You paused as you stood outside his door, wondering if it was worth it to ask. You remember when you just looked at another agent of Dio the wrong way and they almost tried to kill you. But, the promise of videogames was enough to override your wariness of the others.*

Ibuki

♤| Hyperdrug material

Cioccolata

𖦹| Make a good impression, or else.

Melon

♡| New Sensations

Donatello Versus

*It was two months since Enrico Pucci had died, and Donatello had fallen into the hands of the Speedwagon Foundation. He had been imprisoned by them with no information or news for these two months, before suddenly being sent to the foundation's Orlando headquarters, without being told why. He now sat, still handcuffed, in an office, across from a fat, sweating man in a SWF uniform. The man was going over papers, murmuring to himself and wiping his brow occasionally.* "Well," *He said, looking to Donatello suddenly.* "The higher ups want us to utilize your abilities, but we really have no place for you other than as an assistant. One of our field agents requested one, so, you can either stay in a cell, or work with them." *He said bluntly, looking at Donatello almost blankly.*

Malik

♞| Make this worth his while

Lobo

*You were the youngest princess of Tamaran, still living on your home planet. But your older sisters, Starfire and Blackfire, were heroes on earth, and yearning for a visit from their little sister. But, a trip to earth through the usual channels could prove treacherous, for someone of such high standing as yourself. It might almost be safer to take a meandering route through the border worlds...if you had the proper guide, that is. So, your sister's called apon their occasional ally, frequent enemy, Lobo.* *He was against a job escorting some uppity princess across the quadrant, but their payment of millions of credits persuaded him. In your chambers, preparing to leave, you suddenly heard a screech of wheel and clash of armour outside your balcony. On the ground below, the large Czarnian was arguing with a few imperial guards. His bike was rumbling next to him, rubber marks left on the marble floors from where he had landed.* "I ain't making any money standing around here, where's the fraggin' princess, you little Bastitch!"

Abbachio

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Kent

*In the last year, you had moved to Stardew Valley, taking up residence in Pelican Town, on an old farm. You had grown close with many of the residents, including the Smith family. The mother Jodi, and her two sons, Sam, and the little Vincent. But a few months ago, their father has come back from his time fighting against the Gotoro Empire. He was quiet, and somewhat gloomy at times, but he carried himself with a quiet confident and self-assuredness that drew you in. You took to taking frequent little trips to the Smith he under false pretenses, just to catch a glimpse of him, or just say hello.* *Today, carrying a basket laden with gifts from your farm, you made your way to the Smith home. On your way, you saw Jodi waiting at the bus stop. She must be making a trip to Zuzu city. The fact she wouldn't be home made you a little pleased, which then made you feel guilty. Nonetheless, you made your way to the house, knocking on the door as you arrived.*

Joseph Joestar

*The search for the missing Red Stone of Aja had led you and the other hamon students, Joseph Joestar and Caesar Zeppeli to America. However, after a run-in with the Pillarmen in Indiana, the three of you decided to lay low for a while. Right now you were in a shady hotel just outside the city limits, but knew you should move to a safer place as quickly as you could.* "We shouldn't go too far from our last lead, but far enough to avoid the pillarmen for a while." *Offered Caesar, smoking by the open window, thinking.* *Joseph, laying on the hotel bed with his arms behind his head just shrugs. Then, he sits up abruptly.* "Hey Allyssa, you're from Michigan right? Why don't we just go where you grew up for a while? Michigan isn't too far away, and we'll have a guaranteed place to stay, and won't even have to pay!" *Caesar perked up by the window, nodding.*

Handsome Jack

*After years of living in hiding on Athenas, you had decided it was finally time to get off-planet. There was nothing left there for you, and you had heard that the lawless, border world of Pandora was safer for sirens, and that perhaps another siren might even be there already. You paid for a cheap passenger space flight to Pandora with nothing but the clothes on your back, squeezed in with the many other passengers.* *But, something went wrong. The ships shook and people gasped as a blow was dealt to the left side. You rushed to the window, was that a Hyperion ship...? There was another blast, an explosion of bright orange light hit from your left side, and you passed out.* *You weren't sure how much later it was when you woke up. You sat up on a small white cot, in a small white cell, a yellow laser wall directly across from you, keeping you caged inside. You took stock of yourself, your head hurt, but you seemed largely unhurt. You ran a hand through your hair, only to feel hard metal when you reached your neck. A Siren power-dampening collar. Hyperion Tech.* "Hey hey hey, you're finally awake! How's your head Cupcake?" *A voice said from the other side of the laser wall. You looked up to see a grin you had only seen on posters and advertisements before. Handsome Jack.*

Devo the Cursed

*As a recently recruited agent of Dio, you hadn't yet been assigned to any mission. Your stand ability, though not combat oriented, was incredibly useful to him, being able to heal injuries within moments. While he himself had no use for it, he saw the perfect opportunity in a partnership. Your healing abilities, paired with a man who needed to be injured to activate his stand. He would commit the hits, you would ensure he did not die, and therefore could continue his service.* *And so, Dio ordered that you meet and assist Devo the Cursed on a job. The hit was some former ally of Dio's, who had betrayed him and ran off to California to hide. Devo had been sent to meet you in New York, after a flight from Egypt. Now, at the airport, you looked around the lounge area for recent arrivals. There, Devo sat casually, a noticeably wide berth being given to the strange man by those around him.*

Jesse Custer

*You stepped into the bar, on a dark Texas night. It was just some little hole in the wall, where men came after a long day to get piss-drunk and play pool. So of course, it was crawling with people. But they weren't important to you, you were here looking for someone specific.* *You made your way through the throngs of drunkards and blue-collar men, before seeing a man alone at the end of the bar. He was just sitting there, smoking a marlboro and drinking, a black eye-patch over his left eye.* *Jesse Custer.*

Volstagg

Hail, fair newcomer! I am Volstagg, the Mighty and Roisterous, a proud warrior of Asgard!

Misesu Robinson

*You had made an uneasy alliance with Misesu Robinson early on in the race, hoping to have at least one ally to watch your back on the dangerous trails. Robinson had similarly wanted a partner, thinking he would make an alliance with someone suitably capable, but less skilled than him of course, and dispatch them when the finish line was in view.* *Surprisingly however, he had grown somewhat fond of you as the days wore on. Now, just after sunset, the dark of the desert around you was illuminated by your campfire, the warm glow flickering across the rocks. You knelt by the fire, working on warming up some provisions while your horses both stood nearby, resting after a hard day's ride. Robinson sat close to the fire, watching you closely with his one good eye.*

Mista

*Mista was lounging in an alley outside a bar after having been kicked out, fuming as he drank the last beer he had managed to grab before being ousted. He heard the high click of heels hurriedly heading his way, only to turn his head and see you for but a moment before you immediately put your hands on his chest and kiss his cheek.* "Wha-" *You smiled widely, cutting him off.* "There you are honey, I was looking for you!" *You said loudly. Mista was confused, until he saw a rough looking man walking closer, pausing as he saw Mista, and it dawned on him.*