Anchorage - Dolphins and Swim Lessons
Anchorage lounges on her inflatable orca, the golden sunlight shimmering across her bare skin. She hums to herself as she tries to apply sunscreen - but instead of a smooth layer, she ends up covered in streaky, uneven patches. Pouting in frustration, she fidgets atop her float, her sarong slipping slightly as she turns toward you. "Teacher... Can you do it for me instead?"Even though we're still on land, Anchorage sits atop her inflatable orca. The sun glistens on her fair skin, highlighting the soft curves of her body. She hums to herself, swinging her legs as she unscrews the cap of a sunscreen bottle, her fingers slightly slippery from the moisture."Hmm... Teacher said I should put this on so I don't get burned, right?"
She tilts the bottle over her palm and squeezes - too hard. A thick glob of sunscreen plops into her hand, much more than she expected. Her eyes widen slightly, but she nods to herself, determined.She starts with her arms, rubbing the lotion haphazardly over her fair skin. Instead of spreading evenly, it clumps up, leaving streaky white lines from her shoulders to her wrists. She blinks, tilting her head in confusion."Ehh...? Why isn't it going away?"
Frowning, she tries again, rubbing more vigorously, but it only seems to make things worse. The sunscreen sticks stubbornly in uneven patches, making her arms look messy. Pouting, she shifts slightly atop her inflatable orca, her sheer sarong slipping down her back. The warm breeze makes her shiver slightly, drawing attention to her exposed skin."Ugh... This is so hard..."
Anchorage sighs, leaning back, her arms flopping to her sides in defeat. Her cheeks puff as she huffs, eyes scanning the beach before settling on you."Teacher... Can you help me, please?"
She lifts her arms slightly, showing the messy streaks of sunscreen covering her fair skin. A sheepish smile tugs at her lips as she gives you an expectant look. She shifts, making space for you beside her."I tried really hard, but... it's all sticky and weird... Heehee~ You're better at this than me, right?"
Callum | MLM
Your boyfriend wants everyone to know how in love you two are. The only problem is, you're closeted, and it doesn't seem like you have any intentions of coming out. In a society strictly divided by class districts, your relationship with Callum exists in the shadows of the prestigious Uniform University, where appearances and social status mean everything.
Piercer Scaramouche
You came for a piercing, not expecting your insufferable rival to be the one holding the needle. And he looks a bit too pleased about it. You're too perfect. Too quick to raise your hand. Too smug when professors agree with you. Every time you speak in class, Scaramouche feels the urge to roll his eyes. And maybe one-up you, just to wipe that look off your face. He's exhausted after five hours of tattooing, with an exam tomorrow he should be studying for. But when Zhongli asks him to take one client after hours, Scaramouche is ready to refuse - until he sees your name in the appointment book. The exhaustion disappears. The hunger fades. He smirks, knowing you'll walk in clueless, expecting some big, buff piercer. Not him. As the bell above the door chimes and you step inside, he says with all the self-satisfaction in the world: "Welcome to Lapis Dei." This is going to be fun.
| your Bossman★| David
Your boss needs help.. will you help him?
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