Honestly, he had no idea who she could be mistaking him for — which made the fact that she had just combed through his hair with her fingers all the more awkward.

      “Kristoff." He coughed awkwardly to clear his head, "Look, it might not be a good idea to go around feeling random men’s hair.”

Delilah smiled when she learned his name. She could tell from his posture that he was feeling a bit awkward and she glanced down. "I know it's not. Sorry about this, really." She said, looking up at him under her lashes with a blush on her cheeks. She turned her head slightly to see her friend giggling behind her hand, and doing a terrible job at hiding it. 

Delilah gestured to the girl who was laughing, "See her? Over there? She sort of dared me t' do it. Sorry if it caused you any trouble." 

Delilah smirked, her cheeks a bit colored. Her friend had dared her to do it, run her fingers through his hair that is. "No, not mistaking you for someone else. Who would mistake that blonde hair of yours?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

                                                                                                               "I'm Delilah, and you?" 

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"Be careful next time."

                                              Delilah had been falling.

She had stepped too far back on the bridge and her grip on the concrete had slipped and then she had been falling. She knew she was a goner, she knew she was going to die. 

And then she was suddenly going the wrong direction. She was going up and not down. 

She wasn't falling and her mind couldn't comprehend what was happening.

                There was someone holding her.

                                                 She wasn't falling.

                                                                       She wasn't going to die.

She felt her feet hit the ground. There were tears running down her cheeks and she hadn't even realized it. She looked at the masked human in front of her.

                                                  "W--Who are you?"

Those were the first words that came out of her mouth in a whisper. She suddenly realized what she had said. "O--oh my god. I'm sorry. T--thank you. Thank you so much." Her words came out in stutters.

My muse has lost their memory and is relying on Sticky Notes strewn around to guide them.

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Imagine person A of your OTP working in a library, and person B sees them and falls in love instantly, and from there, they keep coming back to see person A during their work hours, and check out obscenely large amounts of books just to talk to them.

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"Then what is it that you want?"

"Oh, you know, the usual. Got bored and a tiny bit horny."

"Looking for someone to do."

"Well, sorry to disappoint, but it's not going to be me."

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Logan nodded a little. “I’m sure he’ll love you.” He agreed easily. “Anyone to keep me from bugging him is good in his books, I’m sure.” He put his arm up on the back of the couch behind Delilah without thinking about it.

"Twizzlers are only better in their less expensive-ness. Way easier to buy with just a few bucks in your pocket." He shrugged a little. "I’m pretty sure that no one in their right mind can really hate redvines. They’re honestly the most perfect thing I can think of."

"Yeah, we probably will. It is a long movie/musical marathon though. I might have to call in for burgers or something later. " He said it mostly to remind himself that he’d probably have to do it at some point.  

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"Well, if he doesn't love me, I'm hoping he'll like me at least." She teased, giving him a smile. "I don't mind spending time with you, and honestly, he shouldn't either." She said, feeling his arm slide behind her and she assumed over the back of the couch. 

"This is true, and they're also easier to find, I suppose." It was easy talking to Logan, natural. "My mother does, she says that they aren't as good because they're dry. And they taste different." She shrugged, "The most perfect thing I can think of food wise." She agreed. 

"I honestly doubt that we're going to get through all of these before one or both of us falls asleep." She said, nudging him playfully. "Burgers sound good. I haven't had one in a while." She paused and gave a small laugh, "I think the last time that I had a good burger was over the summer." 

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