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CASPER IS NO LONGER ON THIS BLOG.
HE IS OVER HERE NOW.
DEATH, be not proud. Though some have called thee MIGHTY and DREADFUL, for thou art not so.
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He glances up to look at Iah when he comes home, biting his lip lightly. Heâs been laying and waiting for him all day.
âI missed you...â
âTell me Iâm beautiful.â
    the pout? itâs a nice touch. sheâll let out a slight giggle whenever he steps up to her, grasping at her hips. head tilts to the side, waist long hair cascading over her shoulder as her tongue clicks the roof of her mouth. âyaâ i guess i like yaâ. though, is thaâ a good enough reason?â
âwell, iâd like to think it is, sweet thing,â he pulls her in closer until theyâre pressed together, grinning at her. âcome on. iâll make you feel so good, it can be all about you. let me explore you, baby.â he presses his lips to hers, hoping she wonât push away.
me: [upset about a character death from a show i only watched six episodes of] me: itâs fine. itâs okay. alright.
     her head tilts to the side, a small ( yet smug ) smile on her face as he takes a step or two closer. she stands her ground, not moving closer or away from the other. âwhy should i?â
âapril, baby girl...â he pouts, actually pouts, as he steps right up to her, hesitating for only a second before grabbing her hips. ââcause you like me?â
â ââ- that isnât really my flow. Â â
â... show me the titties.â
      and the shirt goes back down! you got a show, but thatâs it! âwas thaâ good?â
â... yeah? yeah. whyâd you stop? come here...â he moves closer and licks his lips.
     sheâll just lift up her shirt.
He didnât think she was actually gonna do it. He kind of wants to put his mouth on them.
âHey, show me your tits.â
sheâs sticking her foot up his ass?!?
and I know sheâll be the death of me, at least weâll both be numb and sheâll always get the best of me, the worst is yet to come all the misery was necessary when weâre deep in love this I know, yes I know, and I know
ââMm, so you are. And people take it upon themselves to make your filming their busi- ness.â
He reaches out to the camera, but he doesnât grab it. Not yet. First he looks to Cas, raising an eyebrow in question.
âI promise I will be gentle. I just want to look at it.â
He scoops the camera up, holding it so it cap- tures his face. Whatâs the big deal about a camera? Why does everyone freak out over this little thing? Iah knows their lives; they have much worse things to be concerned about. He purses his lips, leaning in to the camera to give it a kiss right on the lens. His lipstick doesnât smudge the glass.
âI think itâs lovely.â
He doesnât answer at first, biting his lower lip and looking at him. He sucks in a sharp breath when Iah touches the camera, curling his fingers in the ends of his sleeves to keep from reacting too badly. He shakes as he brings an arm up, chewing on the fabric he had just been holding.
He clears his throat after a moment and reaches into his bag to produce something to wipe the lens with.
âYou can... use this. Even if your lipstick doesnât get  on it, the, uh... the skin particles build up...â
âAre you calling me dumb?â
âWhy do you argue with him?â âI donât know. I-I canât help myself.â