cheers ;)

Oh, would you look at that? I'm busy. So kindly leave. Unless you're here to punch me-- in which case, please exit stage right. Indie Matt Miller blog. Plis be gentle bb.

[iamgodhere]

thatmuteshitwasgettinold replied to your post:x

wow.

outofram;

i'm gonna have to restart it or something i can feel it in my bones

[iamgodhere]

"No, not really. Just…looking I guess." His voice lowers to a slight mumble, chewing on his lip. This really was a bad idea.

[thatmuteshitwasgettinold-deacti]

A frown upon his face. Was he really just dicking about? Truly? How boring. “Don’t stand around with your dick out all day. We’re finally back at Earth and this is what you’re doing? A little bit of exploring?” They had enough time with that on the ship.

Either way, he turns back to lounging on the couch. He gets to, he’s the Leader of the Saints. The President of the United States. And this was his crib.

[iamgodhere]

His eyes roll slightly, pushing away from the wall to venture further within the Boss' domain. He's never been here, not even after being here for a while. But he never really wanted to, either. Now it's just...he doesn't feel excited, or anything. Bored, maybe.

"While the concern is appreciated, it's more out of boredom. I don't exactly have a lot to do right now." His eyes rake over the walls, taking it in. He probably won't be in here again.

[iamgodhere]

x

[thatmuteshitwasgettinold-deacti]

iamgodhere started following you

[thatmuteshitwasgettinold-deacti]

That was a face he hadn’t expected to see. “Matthew.” He greets, stretched out in the penthouse, legs propped uncaring on the coffee table. Strange to see the man in his penthouse, let alone the room he called his own. “Something you want?”

[iamgodhere]

He hadn't expected the man to talk, let alone address him in such a manner. He almost squeaks-- almost. He's learning to control the little noises he makes, even if people get a kick out of them. His eyes move, from the bar to the boss, slow, and then just shrugs.

Shrugs because he suddenly doesn't want to talk to the man.

"No, not really. Just...looking I guess." His voice lowers to a slight mumble, chewing on his lip. This really was a bad idea.

[hanclsomejack-deactivated201501]

and here we see the wild matt miller learning to sext

[antivanbrandy]

Matt what-

no

water you doing

Matt no

[hanclsomejack-deactivated201501]

"The Saints are no more than a white noise of empty threats." "With respect, sir... I'd say 'empty' is no longer applicable."

[hanclsomejack-deactivated201501]

"You don't get excited about setting up the Nyte Blayde nativity every year?"

[niqiu]

[niqiu]

the king is dead (long live the king)

[iamgodhere]

ROBOTS OR DINOSAURS?

The hell?

"Robot's, obviously." He snorts, flicking the hair out of his eyes. As if it where some competition, stupid thing.