The Truth Meme!

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• Leave your character's name in the comment section.
• Characters ask one another questions, all replies must be truthful.
• Have fun, no lying.

Comments

[pointedlook]

You asked if I thought you were a friend, you teenager. C'mon.

[withimagination]

Wow! Fine! Fine... I know you have an imagination. Happy?

[pointedlook]

I'm satisfied.

I was going to shove it in your face if you said no. Just, fyi.

[withimagination]

And what, pray tell, were you going to shove in my face, Arthur?

Keep it sfw, if you would. And I'd rather it not be your fist, either.

[pointedlook]

My creativity; why are you going so off-topic here?

I'm guessing "my booted foot" isn't an acceptable answer either, huh.

[withimagination]

You don't have to shove that in my face. I've seen it many a time. I downplay it just to annoy you.

I mean, I appreciate your boots a great deal, you have great taste, but I'd rather not get a broken nose.

[pointedlook]

Somehow, I suspected as much. Why though?

I suppose I could be convinced to step lighter on other parts of you.

[withimagination]

How kind of you.

I like having your attention.

[pointedlook]

I've been called generous before.

[ Oooohhhhhhhhh my god

so many things click into place ]

Wait, you've. You've basically been pulling my pigtails since we met?

[withimagination]

I... Wanting attention doesn't necessarily mean that.

[Stalling, stalling.]

[pointedlook]

Eames.

[ Here's that look. You know the one. ]

[withimagination]

[...] What?

[pointedlook]

You're evading the question.

[withimagination]

[A sigh.] Yes, Arthur. Yes, I've been pulling your bloody pigtails this entire time.

[pointedlook]

Fuck.

[ He's having a moment. ]

You know, Mal told me that years ago and I laughed?

[withimagination]

[He laughs quietly.] Yes, I do believe Mal had me pegged from the start.

[pointedlook]

She literally pulled me aside like I was her daughter and told me very seriously "he wants your attention and if he breaks your heart I'm going to kill him."

[withimagination]

[A short pause.] Arthur, we're treading dangerous waters.

[Talking about hearts. He's giving him an out.]

[pointedlook]

Right.

I, uh. Yeah.

[ Fuck that's a bad side step ]

[withimagination]

[......Hm.]

...Unless you feel like being dangerous.

[Ughhhh]

Have I broken your heart?

[pointedlook]

Not particularly, no. Especially not if this is going where I think it is.

[ Oh, and there it is. ]

My heart isn't yours to break.

[ Can't suffer if all he expects is the physical and nothing else. ]

[withimagination]

[...Ouch. If that means what he thinks it means.]

Yeah, I know. Has it been broken before?

[pointedlook]

People don't usually get that close.

But yeah, a few times.

[withimagination]

Why don't they get that close? Because of the danger of the job, or because you're putting up walls?

[pointedlook]

I only dated someone in dreamshare once; they left because of the danger.

The rest usually didn't enjoy how much I work.