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[beschielden]

          What even is that for ?

[reisondetre]

Continues to grossface at you

[reisondetre]

//Grossfaces at you//

[reisondetre]

beschielden:

wow so our love is measured by this goddamn throne u fuck

where is your humour man, If I kiss you will it come back?

[beschielden]

reisondetre replied to your post:

w o w there is an artist in you

only when ur inside me

[reisondetre]

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beschielden replied to your post

love me u fuck

not when you’re taking the ‘after dark’ throne from me

[reisondetre]

[beschielden]

        Three in the fucking morning but here he was, awake - ready to probably         punch the next person he sees just for fucking fun. But nah, he’s not in the         right mood to do that — maybe get drunk instead (empty bottles littered their         already cramped room; the easels and light equipment of his other room-         mates making the whole place a big fucking garbage dump). It’s not surprising         anymore that the other guy was awake at this time; basically a fucking owl.

        Already leaning on the door frame, maybe contemplating if he’d bother the         other one to - you know what? He’ll drag him instead.

                       ❝ Hey beans, I’m gonna grab some beer,                             wanna tag along?

                                  More like come over here you son of a bitch.

[reisondetre]

Now that's a worse new nickname. Was his roommate already drunk from staying up too late? or maybe it was just himself. Delsin was--- pretty 'high' from sleep deprivation that he would find even the slightest things far MORE interesting than what he was working on, lost track of the time & responds with whatever comes out of his mouth before his brain could say 'wait'. Ah, but he's used to this way of life. (along with getting himself involved in the other's antics)

                     ❝ Yeah,sure. ❞

[reisondetre]

Of course, not only does her child get a chance to be graced with her handmade flower crowns ( so they were called but she preferred a different term which does not deviate from the other ), but he himself too. ` Delsin, correct? Here's one for you too, love `, and she delicately placed her work pon his head, and a small smile touched her very lips as she admired her own craftmanship.

He still felt a bit nervous visiting Dante’s /other/ family but they were accepting, obviously seemed to enjoy his presence (and their relationship). Most especially Dante’s mom (who reminded him alot of Betty) .

A nicely woven blue crown now rested atop his beanie while he ate what was served to him, Delsin was unsure of what to say that he just let out a shy chuckle.

                ❝ It’s very nice Mrs. Igraine                   Uhm—- thanks? ❞

He'd probably keep it atop his head on the way home too.

[ivaliice]

delsin’s idle animations

[reisondetre]

fuck u

                 ❝ okay. ❞

sensual music plays in bg

                   ❝ soooo— wanna fuck? ❞

[reisondetre]

❝ Is your name nothing? Because I'd like to do you all day - ❞

                ❝ Why not? ——               I-I mean… 

                s h i t ❞

[reisondetre]

 beschielden:

       Honestly - they’d both regret this later on but Dante only shrugged,        it’s too late to back out. His fucking mouth spat faster than his mind        could comprehend. Sliding where the artist sat he leaned and pried        the things out of his hands; he looked like death (not that he wasn’t        all the time - but it’s sort of obvious right now). 

                 ❝ You really need a fucking break, Del.

       Almost, almost whispered it to the other. He would have assisted him        getting up and would probably drag him out of the room before their        other roommates find them again, together (there’s only one who         rather not see them really). But he only gave him space to move on        his own.

The reaction to grabbing his equipment was delayed -- or never there at all, just a weary stare and creased eyebrows. 

                                ❝ Yeah, yeah I know. ❞

A hand was lifted up to his head, scratching his scalp through that beanie he seldom washes. Taking a breather with him was much appreciated; If anything, he'd always enjoyed his company (unless a certain someone starts making disgusted noises). Gave himself a second or two to push himself off the chair & 'clean' his cluttered desk, just jamming things into drawers to pass up as being organized. Padded steps taken to the door even without any knowledge of where to go. 

                                 ❝ Wait-- where are we going? ❞

[beschielden]

       He remembered something and gave a quick glance towards        the corner of the room. Paint had started to wear off, dirt         clung to it and somehow he’s sort of tempted to wash it away.        Maybe because he needed something to do? Something to        not make him pick that bottle again — to not remember.

       He’s not yet that drunk, per se, but he thought so. 

                  ❝ Let’s go out on a date.

[reisondetre]

He was running on caffeine & trying to finish a project he'd been procrastinating on. Losing track of the date or whatever occassion it was today, it didnt seem important but neither was this. Delsin would rather spread some color by spray paint.

                                          ❝ Wha-? ❞ He'd just heard the other speak as if it was the first voice he'd heard today aside from his own. He gave a long stare at Dante then looked back at his work --- Del thought he needed the break, procrastinate a little, he could finish that thing when they return anyway.                                           ❝ Sure, Why not ❞

[reisondetre]

youre hella gay

❝ so are you, man  ❞

[reisondetre]

beschielden:

             Touches the other’s butt super casually because              why the fuck not? 

           ❝ Duuuuude! ❞

[reisondetre]

beschielden:

                    ❝ — fuck. You smooth motherfucker.                           I’d probably kiss you here right now — . .

         ❝ I wouldn't stop you anyway ❞

[reisondetre]

beschielden:

                    ❝ You always fuck things up you shit.                           What are you even good at anyways?

               ❝ being yours, I guess.❞