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[tyhendrix]

I hate human beings — don't say I am one because I know and I don't exempt myself from this because believe me I'm an asshole..., but jesus fucking christ, put more than one in a room and they're vile, psychotic and temperamental assholes. —On a side note, I also think I got frostbite on my balls. What a day.

[tyhendrix]

He's had a bad enough day as it is — a large coffee stain spread across  the front of his thigh ( unfair because ty didn't even like coffee) , hair poking in a dozen different directions, he probably smelled like shit considering he hadn't showered (he'd forgotten to pay his water bill once more — classic tyler), and no pot to sell because his grower had fucked up his crop. Dashing towards the nearest cab, he hastily pulls open the door, plopping inside the cab, only to see another figure doing the exact same thing. Sucking in a trembling breath, Tyler narrows his gaze at the other, "I sat down about zero point two seconds before you did, means it's my cab." He's really not in the mood to argue. 

[fkinsage-blog]

suspect as hell | edward&sage

          Sage honestly doesn't know how to keep himself out of trouble. He'd made a post which he'd thought would be taken in stride, and it ended up slapping him in the face. Now he was at risk for more punishment, when this was supposed to be a relaxing trip away from that damned school. Sage groaned, rolling out of bed, shrugging on his long winter coat, pulling on his warm furry gloves and slipping his feet into some cute fur boots his mother had bought him for the cold (never mind socks). He made it outside of his shared cabin with only five seconds to spare, and let out a soft sigh of relief. The teacher would certainly not feel inclined to let him off the hook if he was late-- if he could feel inclined to begin with. As soon as he met Edward outside, he put his hands up in surrender, his eyes wide and innocent.

          "Sir, before you begin thinking up new ways to punish me, I'd like to apologize for my post. It was irrational, and admittedly not a very funny joke. I only said it because I realize I do look tired-- my eyes are red and my hair is messy, and I've got these stupid bags under my eyes. However, Toulouse Chatte can vouch for me and tell you that I was crying a lot last night, that I was extremely upset, and that I was most certainly not under the influence." Lies, lies, lies, lies, lies. Well, the bit about him crying and looking like shit because of it was true; but, he'd definitely taken a few shots from a flask a few older doms had been passing around under the radar. You know, to forget about his emotional pain.

[fkinsage-blog]

punishment f2f

He's hours late, he's aware. But he and his brother had just had somewhat of an argument. Somewhat. It was mainly Sage being in his feelings about Toulouse-- who he's staying far away from from now on. So he slowly trudged to his brother's room to shamefully accept his punishment, not even bothering to kneel when he knocked on the door.

[fkinsage-blog]

[Knocks and barges in, grabbing Sage around the waist and pushing him back into the room]No talking.

[ He lets out a squeak of surprise, stumbling a bit and resting his hands on Mathias's shoulders to steady himself. He's about to open his mouth to say something stupid no doubt, but then decides against it and just nods. ]

[fkinsage-blog]

sage&robin face to face

It wasn't long before Sage's body was aching with sexual frustration. It also wasn't long before he figured out nobody really wanted to satiate that frustration. So he had to go for it himself, which was a different kind of frustration-- but then again, he never really had a problem with being forward and going after what he wants. So he went up to the dom dorms, remembering Toulouse's instructions to kneel before he knocked (it must be a sign of respect or something). He got down on his knees, his head hanging in submission before he knocked on the door. See, he could be a good sub when he wanted to be.

[fkinsage-blog]

jealousy -- earlier

Sage was annoyed, irritated, vexed, and any other word one could possibly use to describe his mood. His brother was fucking the guy he had a major crush on, and he and Nala didn't seem to be going anywhere, despite the fact that they cuddled often and spent a lot of time talking to one another. Granted, they'd only been there for about a week, but still. And now he was knocking on Toulouse's door, every reason why he shouldn't be doing this right now racing through his head-- including the fact that his brother has already tapped that. "Fucking hell," he murmurs to himself as he waits for the other to open the door.