ic ϟ contact (drs/games/etc.)

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TG: sup
TG: cant answer since im off doing my own thing right now so leave a message
TG: tz this isnt where you get to hang out all day and hump my cherry sweet words like a color addict on a crack fix get out and stop licking this entry already girl
TG: later

Comments

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deal with it
youll be blown away by my generosity you mean
garlic bread all up in this bitchtits pad of goodness

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bring yourself we dont need nothin else
just making sure we have some of this left over for tomorrow morning

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oh yeah and how you gonna do that
gracefully elaborate on these insanely fruity schemes

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yep

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fucking honk get over here

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how long are your goddamn legs and youre slower than an old lady crossing an iceberg with her groceries

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ok fine
take all the time in the world
not like anyones waiting around here to get their mack on or anything
wow what a beautiful sky lets discuss the weather

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second you get inside that door im introducing you to the wall

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nah
sooner you get here the sooner you get your surprise in person

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ahahaha
fucking tool wait up

[ Crossing the apartment, he stuffs his phone in the back pocket of his jeans and opens the door casually, head tilted as he steps aside to let the taller man in. No pouncing, only perfect decorum - for now. ]

Sup.

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[ Practically thrumming with the impulse to shove him against a wall, he does no such thing and instead closes the door; as cool as a cucumber, he brushes off Gamzee's coat from those shoulders to be helpful, folding it in half to toss over the back of an armchair. If his fingers touch more than necessary, so be it. ]

Pizza's gonna be here in twenty, you want a beer?

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[ The hairs on the nape of his neck prickle when the other man gets closer, an arm curling loosely around low-slung hips to hook a thumb in the back-pocket of jeans. ]

Dick's already playing, hope you don't mind I put him on already.

[ One-handed, he takes the beers out of the fridge and unhooks a single, slouching against the counter with his body inclined to Gamzee; the clasps hisses and foam covers Dave's fingers, licked to save them any more misfortune. Slow suction, no rush. ]

Ain't missed much.

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[ Leaning against him, he raises the can in his hand and uses a bent knuckle to wipe off a dab of liquid from a painted lip, colour coming away with his fingers. ]

You won't start pining for your on-screen boyfriend?