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For this round, we want to see prompts that are based on settings or locations! For your prompts, please provide a location or setting. It can be as specific or as abstract as you want, and can be in any medium you prefer!
POINTS - BONUS ROUNDS
For prompts: 10 points each (maximum of 150 prompt points per team per round)
For fills:
First 4 fills by any member of your team: 100 points each
Fills 5-10: 50 points each
Fills 11-20: 40 points each
Fills 21-50: 30 points each
Fills 51+: 25 points each
FILL: Team Anime/Manga
Date: 2024-08-27 10:42 pm (UTC)Cinder grins against the exposed skin of Winter’s neck. “Well, one of us is going to have to change.”
The closet they’ve somehow managed to wedge themselves into may be the only quiet spot in the whole house. Winter is grateful for it, now, as Cinder presses herself up against her, as Cinder’s fangs brush her pulse — “You can’t. You’re the real thing.”
“Exactly. Stealing my look, Schnee? Not very funny,” Cinder muses. It’s hard to take her seriously when her entire body is draped over Winter’s like a cat.
“I didn’t have anything else to wear.”
She laughs. “You couldn’t have cut a pair of holes into a sheet? I think you’re just taunting me at this point, baby. I think you want to get found out.” Something thuds against the door behind her out of time with the low, pulsing music, presumably someone stumbling into it. Cinder doesn’t even bother to pause. “And you know what? It looks good on you. Dashing, really.”
Winter swallows thickly. She doesn’t know what she’s supposed to say to that, so she doesn’t even try. “Are you going to let me out of this closet or shall I wait for Weiss to hunt me down?”
“Your ride home, is she?”
“I don’t have much of a choice. Since someone destroyed my car.”
Another low, rumbling laugh. “I did offer to pay you back. I have a lot more money than I need.”
“And all of it’s ancient.” Something thuds against the door again and Winter takes this as her reprieve, spinning the two of them so Cinder is shoved back against the coats instead. Her indignant shout fades into the sound of appropriately themed music as Winter wrenches open the door and escapes, determined not to get her blood drained when she’s supposed to be off-duty.