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[demonxofxdesire-deactivated2014]

“Does anyone what to play with me?”

[masxnus]

❝Sure! I don't mind! What game should we play? Some fighting? RPG? An MMORPG? C'mon, pick one!❞ He was way too hyped for the "fun" he was going to have.

[masxnus]

Do you rp nsfw?

yep! i actually do roleplay nsfw! i need to try my hand at other things, so yeah.

[inboxstuff]

My muse sent your muse a love letter, what is their reaction?

[piercedidiot-archive-blog]

          “I was… Um… Just hanging around…” His reason for being in the park didn’t sound too solid, but it’s all he can think of at the moment.

[masxnus]

❝Well, this is a park for smoking and such. Pretty sure you'll be here for---❞ Closing lips and quitting the conversation,  obviously this guy that the ghost buster was talking to wasn't up to talk at all. Why'd he even make conversation again? To actually make these things called "friends"? Ah  yes, friends. Something that Mason really didn't have at the moment. His so-called friends abandoned him while he was left to rot on the street once. Either way, the guy didn't seem interested so why even bother with him. He was already awkward; don't want to make this seem even more creepier. 

[masxnus]

piercedidiot

❝Doing drugs is pretty stupid, but I have a reason behind it. A big one actually. Anyways, why're you in this park?❞

[masxnus]

where the hell did all yall come from? you can't obviously love this druggie ghost hunter wtf.

anyways, like for a starter  i guess.

[lxny]

【⌨】: ” Oh! But isn’t it more fun this way? Besides they can’t hurt me if you’re that worried about me, pretty boy.”

[masxnus]

❝Pretty boy? You must be---❞ Sniffing the air, a strange scent was lingering and God did he hate it. It smelled like the one thing his gag reflex couldn't stand the most: ectoplasm. And when he smelled that, he knew damn well that this "person" in front of them was no other than a spirit. And of course, he had to be a flirt. His happy-go-lucky attitude was drastically changed into a more serious one. It was obvious this guy wasn't even a threat in the first place, smelling almost little to none ectoplasm on him. And after he had a smoke, also. All he looked like to him was a blur.

❝...A ghost. Of course. Now kid, I don't wanna hurt you, In fact, I'm pretty tried from today's ghost hunting. Why don't you just piss off and not cause any mischief you know? For this pretty boy.❞

[masxnus]

❝You must be new here. This place is pretty dangerous, full of druggies and stuff. Maybe you should leave you know?❞

[gakix-deactivated20141108]

      ❝ Teach me how to make friends !         Please…❞

[masxnus]

❝Friends? You mean like, people you hang around...? Don't think I can help you with that. I mean, you're kinda young and pretty so...❞ ❝I'm sure you'll find someone.❞ Mason scratched the back of his head, sighing a bit because of his inability to actually understand what a true friend is. He had pseudo friends; people that'll fake to become his partner in crime just to get a smoke in return, but to be honest, it's not like he wanted to make a new "friend" anyways.