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☯ Sweetheart I'm here for you. To see your pretty face..
I'd defy all the stars. To capture your embrace... ☯

Angel blinked a few times, allowing his words to sink in before he hid his face behind his hands. "W-Well... I promised, didn't I?" There. That sounded kind of cool. But it was still nothing compared to how Crevan always sounded. Shaking off the thought he lowered his hands in time to see the small blush that faded quickly on his fox's features. It was nice to know that Crevan could show such expressions too, despite his charming facade. He could get flustered and embarrassed like everyone else. It made Angel feel special since he believed that he was the only one (currently alive) to have seen such expressions. He was the only one.. "Wha- I'm not childish!" He huffed, the very action contradicting his words. He was very childish. But only with Crevan. Maybe it was because the fox made him feel safe. He felt safe enough to be himself. And maybe he acted childish now was because he'd never really had a proper childhood. He'd never had the chance to play about and be carefree like most children. But now, he could do whatever he wanted. And what he wanted was Crevan.. "What's wrong with the shirts? Don't you like them?" His eyes widened and his face fell a little. Still, he chose to explain his reasons for picking those particular shirts. "Well the 'x' means kiss and the 'o' means hug. So it goes, 'kiss, hug, kiss, hug.' And I figured we wouldn't be able to do a lot of that while we play, so when we look at the shirts, we can imagine it..." That was the lamest thing ever. And Angel immediately regretted saying it. He sounded stupid. "N-Nevermind! I-It's stupid... Uhm... I can change shirts if you want?" He was wearing one of Crevan's shirts anyway, so it made sense that out of the two of them he would be the one to change. Raphael... The model's body would give an involuntary shiver of pleasure at the sound of his name falling from Crevan's lips. He felt so warm and mushy inside all of a sudden. It felt like his insides had turned to jelly and his knees felt weak. But he remained standing and came oh, so very close to purring again. And asking for his fiancée to repeat that name. His name. From that moment on, words were lost on the model. He was oblivious to Crevan's almost-confession and all he could hear was the sound of his name echoing in his mind. Once more. If only he could say it one more time. The fur of Crevan's tails felt surprisingly soft to touch and he found himself slowing his pace and taking his time petting them. So soft. They seemed to improve his mood almost immediately, although a part of him was still a little hurt at his fiancé's words. He watched as his hands rubbed against the tails, his fingertips gliding through the soft fur with ease. Angel couldn't help but remember what it felt like to have those tails wrap around his body. They'd been soft then, too. "What do you think you're doing?" Crap. He'd been busted. Blushing furiously, he slowly withdrew his hands from the enticing tails. He wore a guilty expression, but Crevan's next words made his face light up. "The ears...?" He slowly reached out a hand to gently caress the area just behind those long, fox-like ears. It was soft there, too! He would stand there petting Crevan for the whole day if he wasn't careful. It was addicting. "So soft..." His eyes were wide with wonder and his lips had curved into a small smile. He appeared so innocent in that moment, it was hard to imagine just how twisted he could become. "Wait for me.. Angel." The feline's free hand went to his chest. His heart was beating so fast it hurt. He nodded his head eagerly, the last remaining remnants of hurt now disappearing from his mind completely. Not now, but one day. One day they could be together properly. It would be official. That wouldn't stop him from thoroughly enjoying every moment he had with Crevan now. Even if they had a lifetime together, he would treat every moment like their last. No more fighting. No more pain. Just them. Just the two of them and their love. Although at the moment his feelings appeared one sided, Crevan had promised he would try to love Angel, and that was good enough. Crevan would promise to love Angel one day. And he would promise to wait for that day. No matter how far away it was. The model tried (and failed) to stifle his laughter at Vixen's well aimed shot. They'd get her back! But for now... He was rather enjoying the colour staining Crevan's colourless locks. "Purple suits you~!" His hands came away from the fox's head, covered in purple. He ran his hands through his own hair, deliberately spreading the purple through his silver locks and only pulling his hands away when there was little to no paint left on his hands. "There. We're matching now." He announced cheerily, picking up his gun and preparing it. "Let's go kick some a**." Angel headed off, leading the way into the battlefield. Of course, he wouldn't walk too fast or far, as he wanted to stay close to Crevan. Even if he did stray, at the first sign of trouble he'd come running back to his fox.

Indeed, Hikaru was having fun with splashing the color for the couple, though she also internally felt bad for having to interrupt on the talk between the two. But then again, she had to score points for her team, even if it meant having to be the moment bomber for the time. Her sense of security was short-lived by the incoming pellet on the back of her leg. She winced a bit, but at least she was wearing jeans for the occasion but with the difficulty of washing it later once, the event would be over for the day. And before she could spot the predator, the figure was out of sight. She would get to the figure later, but first, she had to run around and look for another potential target. It was then that her eyes spotted the tanned male (Sahar) who was once spotted by her predator. She didn’t waste any time shooting three times at him. (5th day dice rolls: 1, 1, 6)

Two of them ended up missing him by a mere inch but at least the pellet that landed was on the hair, ruining his color. She had the urge to giggle but had to resist it. Right away, another hiding spot was her target, another untouched pillar that was taller than her height.

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❛She will hide all you wish to see about her sweet soul.
Like breathing and living in a masquerade ball,
You will fall in love with who she is beneath her mask.
And somewhere in the night, be the mask and watch her soul..

Because even with a mask, her eyes gives her away.❜
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○I'm feeling a little worked up and excited.
●I'm speaking to Angel at the moment.
○I'm currently wearing black couple t-shirt.
●I have $200 on me and $800 stashed in the bank.
○I'm currently engaged to Angel Lionis.

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Promise. That’s right, Angel promised, didn’t he? He gazed at the model, wondering just to what extent of love he felt for the fox. It wasn’t hard to tell from the look in his eyes whenever golden orbs were to meet those stunning pair of heterochromias, how they’d glisten with the love the fox was once so terrified of. His voice that sounded so cheerful whenever the fox called out to him, how enthusiastic he’d be. He was so willing to wait, so patient, so eager to show how much he loved the fox despite how hard Crevan pushed him away. He was so willing to stay, despite the hurt the fox put him through just to chase him away. With just that, no words were needed to prove how much Angel loved him. His feelings were so pure, it frightened the fox but despite so, he felt at ease whenever Angel was around, whenever he’d hear the model’s soothing vocals. However, the fox wasn’t about to tell him that anytime soon. Some things, he supposed, was better left untold.

”I told you to come back unharmed. I told you to call me if something happens. I don’t see you keeping your word on that.” he frowned. It was obvious he was still bothered with what had happened, still blamed himself for Angel’s injuries. Should he have gone to England with him? What stopped him back then? Maybe if he followed, maybe if he just followed.. "Wha- I'm not childish!" all of a sudden, he was snapped back into his senses, back into reality. The reality where Angel came home safely, a reality where he’s alright. No matter how conflicted he felt at the moment, how torn and bothered he felt, Crevan would forcefully shove those feelings to the back of his mind, buried deep within himself where he usually kept his feelings bottled up. There was no need for anyone to know about his emotions, no need for any depression thoughts to show. The fox crossed his arms and heaved a sigh. Don’t pull that expression. Not that face. Crevan felt a discomforting clench within his chest, and with that, he’d shake his head in denial. ”Remind me why I got two of these again.” he was horrible at making decisions, horrible at choosing between two items, so in the end, Crevan got both of it instead. At least it wasn’t all too pricey. When Angel finally spoke of why he had chosen this shirt, the fox stifled a snicker and his shoulders would tremble ever so slightly from hding back his laughter. He’s just.. too cute. Oh, how he wish to just claim him right here and now. ”I don’t hate it so.. don’t pull that face. There’s no one else I’d rather wear this with.” damn, this person. Always making him say all these weird things. ”You can keep the shirt of you want. It looks good on you.” He wouldn’t wear matching outfits with anyone else, except Vixen, of course. He had become her little dress up doll.

An eyebrow was raised when he noticed the reaction had when Crevan called out his name, and a coy smile would curve his lips. Now, that was something new. He’d lean a little closer, their lips a breath away from each other. ”Raphael.” he quietly murmured, his voice a deep baritone as he spoke. However, his little flirtatious act would be broken when he felt a hand patting his head, when he felt slender fingers brushing against the area behind his ear. He’d obediently lean into his touch, finding extreme comfort from just the graze of his fingertips. His tails swayed gently behind him, an obvious indication that he was happy, he was at ease, relaxed. Marks which seemed like whiskers would appear on his cheeks, ones that reassembled Vixen’s, and his features would take a small shift, appearing much like a fox’s. Soft, quiet foxy purrs escaped his lips, and his ears would flicker beneath his touch. The next time he opened his eyes, they were fully golden. It was then, noticing his reflection within Angel’s eyes, he’d quickly back away. He was a guardian spirit, a majestic creature made to guard the temple, the safety of his people, and here he was, behaving like some domestic creature, behaving so docile. But he didn’t hate it, ”Of course, it is. These are my ears you’re talking about.” he huffed and puffed, adjusting his vest before he once again, felt fingers in his hair. Angel laughed, but the fox wouldn’t. What’s so funny about this? He rolled his eyes, until he saw Angel running the purple paint into his hair. Purple suits him? ”Do not lump my silver locks in with some.. hideous colour.” he frowned. He never liked purple to begin with, however, Angel’s violet eye was a different case altogether. That was the most beautiful shade he has ever seen. He’d chuckle at Angel’s attempt to make the fox feel a little better, and he’d nuzzle his head against his, like an animal showing its affection.

”Don’t walk so fast, you’ll hurt yourself. You’re not exactly in top condition, y’know.”

Following after Angel, he’d step into the field, standing behind his barricade. He cringed, mentally whining about the strong smell of sweat with the mixture of paint. It was unbearable, but since it was a day with Angel, he supposed it wouldn’t be too bad. Now, where is she? Her tails shouldn’t be hard to miss. Her voice wasn’t exactly too hard to hear either. She always had big vocals. He lifted his rifle and took his shot. With an eye, he wasn’t expecting too good of a performance, but he wouldn’t be too bad either.

-Dice roll number: 2-
A hit. He’d snicker when a loud, painful cry came echoing when the bullet hit her right on the ears. He’d laugh, and his gaze would return to the model, in which the fox would stop laughing altogether. He felt a lite childish, and he was behaving in a way he never had. He was being a child. He cleared his throat, turning his pink cheeks away from Angel. ”What are you waiting for?”

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Indeed, nothing else was much more embarrassing than kissing someone because of an accident. Chester's cheeks were still red, also trying to recover from the slip-up, but before he could do so, someone from Team Cyan had splattered the pellets on them both, teasing them with the tongue sticking out before sprinting away. The petite male muttered a curse, vowing to get the predator soon, but then, Jessie spoke up, saying that she felt fine even with the slip-up. But still, he was feeling pity towards the girl he was now crushing on. No, that would be a bit too early for that. With Jessie speaking about her having enough fun for the day, the look of worry was now on his face. "Well, are you sure? Your teammates are still waiting for you to score more hits for them, well, aside from me and Sahar whom you aimed at already." When she asked if they could meet up later, possibly after the event, he smiled warmly at her, the blush fading a bit because of the recovery.

"I'll bake some brownies and cookies for you later, okay?" He then stood up, brushing the dust off his jeans. The bumping to the floor did hurt, but at least there was no serious injury other than his arm, which he rubbed gingerly. He then gave her a gentle pat on the head. "We can meet up later or tomorrow at the streets of Pasadena. My house is in 1213." And with that, he faced her with one last look of cheerfulness before bolting away, ready to spill more paint onto more of his potential targets.