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[uncanny-fantasy]

Minato's snazzy clothing appreciation post:

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[callmeleon-blog]

WELL, YOU KNOW SOUJI IS FASHIONABLE AS WELL.

werk it banchou

oh and lets not forget about his collars

his collars will never be folded.

[callmeleon-blog]

bloodredrosespurewhitelilies started following you

Heh, hi. [/smiles]

[redstained-deactivated20120811]

callmeleon started following you

[subtle smile] Uh, nice to meet you, I guess. I’m Vasil. Who are you?

[callmeleon-blog]

Well, Vasil. I'm the ruler of this town... well not necessarily yet, but... soon. [/smirks.] Name's Leon. Don't wear it out, alright? [/chuckles.]

[callmeleon-blog]

Hmn… I’d rather not call you by your last name, mayor man. I’m calling you Noctis, ok?

[demonmayor-blog]

Hn? And why not? / stares at blankly. ) There’s always the first option of calling me mayor mister law enforcer ~ / smirks. )

[callmeleon-blog]

Why do you insist? Mayor is not your name, and I'm well set on calling you Noctis. Ok, Noctis? [/smiles]

[callmeleon-blog]

❤ (and now it's your turn~)

((fuuuu.))

"I'm not gonna deny it, but I'm not gonna accept it either." He whispered in an airy breath, grabbing Sieffre's chin to bring his face up to his. A sadistically playful grin was on his lip as he dipped his head to the side to nuzzle lightly at the younger boy's collabone. "But I think, I've taken a small liking to you, assface."

[callmeleon-blog]

So you’re the mayor? Huh. Name’s Leon. What’s yours?

[demonmayor-blog]

Hah… / lets out a puff of smoke, eyes him. )

That I am, I believe you’re the new law enforcer..correct? My name is Noctis Chevalier. Though I would prefer it if you referred to me as the mayor or by my last name.

[callmeleon-blog]

Hmn... I'd rather not call you by your last name, mayor man. I'm calling you Noctis, ok?

[callmeleon-blog]

Well, then. Maybe is my real answer. 

Think what you like, my dear Witchy-poo. [smug smirk]

[theflowerwitch]

Hnn… Stop calling me witchy-poo at least. / frowns. ) I don’t see why you do anyways… ;

[callmeleon-blog]

Well, what do you want me to call you then? What's wrong with Witchy-poo?

[callmeleon-blog]

cookie—dough started following you

Are you a guy?

[goldenraybakery-blog]

Hm?  Uh, y-yeah, I’m a guy…

[callmeleon-blog]

...

Huh.

Bummer.

[callmeleon-blog]

i should slap myself for doing this but i added music to leon's blog

...

/slaps

[callmeleon-blog]

Fact 2,

Whenever Leon is under a lot of stress, thinks too hard, is pissed off, he easily gets migraines or headaches. Sometimes they strike him randomly in the day.

[callmeleon-blog]

Hmn, touche. [crosses his arms] The past is the past, Pudding. I’m not much of a bad guy anymore.

[mayorintraining-blog]

Well, Patrol Man, that’s good to hear! But like you have advised me, I will expect the unsuspected. *grins*

[callmeleon-blog]

That's good. [scoffs] Don't call me that. It's Leon.

[callmeleon-blog]

Now, now. Who ever said I was mad? Do I look mad to you? [smirks] 

Well, you know what they say. Expect the unsuspected. [raises hand to ruffle Locke’s hair] A murderer might be one the lose, a thief might be a friend of yours. 

[mayorintraining-blog]

No, but you sure do sound defensive. *grins*

Hmm… That’s quite true I guess! *smirks* Then how can I be sure you aren’t a suspect of bad intentions Patrol Man? 

[callmeleon-blog]

Hmn, touche. [crosses his arms] The past is the past, Pudding. I'm not much of a bad guy anymore.

[callmeleon-blog]

Every Saturday: Genderbent Saturdays!

Great.

Trannies every Saturday.

[smirks] Paaarrty.

[callmeleon-blog]

Are you kidding?

Patrolling isn’t boring. Say that again and I’ll point a gun where the sun doesn’t shine.

[mayorintraining-blog]

*holds his hands up in front of him* Hey now, don’t get all mad. Different strokes for different folks! But I meant it in a sense that I wouldn’t expect a town like this to be crime infested and full of danger. It seems like a nice place!

[callmeleon-blog]

Now, now. Who ever said I was mad? Do I look mad to you? [smirks] 

Well, you know what they say. Expect the unsuspected. [raises hand to ruffle Locke's hair] A murderer might be one the lose, a thief might be a friend of yours. 

[callmeleon-blog]

OK BEFORE I GO TO SLEEP HERE YOU GO.

Rough lips found his in a greedy kiss, teeth grazing Locke's lower lip harshly. Leon wedged his legs apart with his leg, pressing his thigh between them, making the younger gasp. Leon's free hand trailed down his left side to pull at Locke's pants, loosening it from around his waist before he let it drop to the floor at his feet. What? So he was getting a little impatient, big deal. It's not like he ripped it off of him. 

Taking a long slender finger, Leon traced the mold Locke's boxers had made o his member. His free hand began to pull on the librarian's ship, cuing him to take it off. Too which, Locke had agreed. Leon pulled back to momentarily survey him as he strip from his sweater vest and dress shirt, pleased to find it looked the way he had imagined, and the mere sight of it alone almost had the law enforcer grunting. It excited him even further to know his advances on you were not unwanted.

...

"What the fuck are you doing, Pudding?! No... What the fuck am I doing?! Son of a--"

i back out last minute... (ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻ ill take my bl obsession somewhere else now

[callmeleon-blog]

im gonna hit the ha--

and holy sweet jesus theres a thunder storm

[callmeleon-blog]

Why aren’t you taking maybe as a real answer? [mimics her sigh]

[theflowerwitch]

I never said I wasn’t… I was just asking if you were. / huffs cheeks slightly, looks away. )

[callmeleon-blog]

Well, then. Maybe is my real answer. 

Think what you like, my dear Witchy-poo. [smug smirk]