“…Alright.” Carmensita responded reluctantly. She wondered if this was a good idea. The only thing she could feel at that moment was nervousness, since she’d never done something like this before. She wondered how her dad would react–– would he be angry? Disappointed? Surprised? She didn’t want to think about it.Carmensita instead tried to convinced herself that it would be FUN, but it wasn’t really putting her at ease. “But I’m only lighting one of those things ( if any ), and THAT’S IT.” Carmensita tried to speak quiet enough so that nobody could hear what they were talking about, but loud enough that Ernest could hear her over the chatter that was happening around the backyard.
THERE WAS NO TURNING BACK NOW.
Of course Ernest would never take into consideration what any of the adults would think of this, further than the fact that it would make QUITE A SCENE and he’d get the ATTENTION he deserved, even if it were CARMENSITA doing it, everyone knew that an idea like that would be backed by HERSELF. Most chaos was induced by Lucien, or Ernest, himself. He shoves a hand in his pocket, yanking out a bottle rocket he MUST have gotten from a reservation around the Fourth. Without, hesitation he shoves it in her hand before proceeding to fish for his lighter. ❝Alright, fine. Only one, then. Let’s find Joseph.❞
‘ Excuse me?’ He curiously cocks his head to the side, hands placed to his chest in naive amusement, chuckling. ‘ You’re confused, I was simply reciting a poem…’ How awful! Was little Ernest watching snuff films? ‘ Uh, I’m sorry, but, do you think I look like a man capable of such heinous acts?I admit…I’m a little offended. I’m a COOL youth minister, Ernest. Not a murderer.’
❝Listen, I don’t actually care.It was a joke. I was being sarcastic. But I guess you can’t wrap your head around that,❞ he gives a ( classic ) roll of his eyes, staring off ELSEWHERE as he brings his vape to his lips. ❝That was a stupid poem, anyways. Can’t imagine where you would’ve found it. You should drop it,❞ as if JOSEPH of all people could murder someone. That was absolutely ridiculous, regardless if were in PRACTICE or THEORY or WHATEVER ELSE. Just because a dude could do a backflip while reciting the bible didn’t mean he could do anything MORE. From Ernest’s point of view, Joseph was sheltered in his OWN LITTLE WORLD.
What makes you the most emotional about your muse?
What made you decide to write this muse?
If you could change one event in your muse’s life (in their main or canon verse), what would you change?
If you could tell your muse one thing, what would you tell them?
If you could give your muse one gift, what would you give them?
If you had to take one positive thing away from your muse, what would you take away?
If you could “borrow” one aspect of your muse and apply it to yourself or your own life, what would you borrow?
Do you genuinely want your muse to be happy? What do you think would make them most happy in life?
Do you enjoy putting your muse through angst? What do you think would break their heart the most?
What do you love about your muse?
What do you hate about your muse?
What about your muse amuses you?
What about your muse makes you sad?
How would you describe your muse to someone about to meet them, in person, for the first time?
Would you like your muse as a person if you met them in real life?
In what ways are you better than your muse? In what ways are they better than you?
Why do you think you connect to your muse?
What aspect of your muse’s personality is most important to you? What aspect of your muse’s personality do you think is most important to them? Is it the same? Why or why not?
If you had to judge your muse and sentence them to a “fair” fate, what would your judgement be? Would you punish them? Reward them? How?
[come up with your own question for the mun, regarding the muse]
