#` shadow.

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[' it was awkward to say at least, but then again he was quite happy at the result of his crappy singing, but look what it gave him, he was rewarded by the looks of the puppy boy smiling shyly, and wow this is new, a moment worth remembering, a memory that he would hold and cherish. ; ] i-it was nothing. i just, uhm. i don't have anything expensive to give you and i, uh, ran out of cash due to my bills. but, uhm. you know what? nevermind...

( ` he finally releases his lower lip from the hold of his teeth once the grin that was forcing its way onto his mouth has died down into a mere smile of content. this whole entire thing, this way of someone actually taking enough interest in him as a person and not just a pricey object of affection to set aside time to do something like this for him, has never once happened before. it leaves him happy yet confused, unsure about several things– but one thing he knows for certain is that he appreciates the male’s sentiments and enjoys his company, and he isn’t ready to let him slip away with a simple never mind. not yet. ) Hey, it’s– it’s okay? I liked your singing, honestly. I don’t need to be given anything expensive to appreciate it or you. Don’t leave it at a never mind, I’m curious.

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[' he doesn't have a stable job but he's pretty sure that with his hard work, he can give pretty much everything to the male in front of him. it was like, he would do everything, but for now, he'll remain silent to his confession, because he doesn't have the courage, he's just a plain loser with a crappy guitar, voice too low ; ] cause i'll give you all of me. and you'll give me all of you, oh. 2/2

( ` the smile that’s flashed at him has him catching his lower lip between his teeth again in an attempt to hold back the bright grin threatening to overtake his features. nobody had ever taken the time before today to do something like this for him because the men interested in him never cared for romantics since their money was always enough to keep interest. he knew the lifestyle he was following through with wasn’t a very good one, he could see that himself, but nothing had ever made him think about changing his habits. this moment, however, was something that could possibly shake his way of thinking. he was just so addicted to the money now, to all the expensive things he could afford that he doesn’t know if he’ll ever be able to really slip out of his way of living, yet something strange blooms in his chest anyway when that low voice passes through his ears and, despite it not being a perfect performance, despite the male obviously not being of wealth, he knows it will be the most memorable to him long after today. it’s strange really, how he suddenly feels so shy and unlike himself just from the simple gesture, and he wrings his hands together behind his back as the male continues to sing, unsure as he suddenly becomes soft spoken, grasping for words. ) I…Thank you, really.

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[' the taller of the two flashed a satisfied smile, each corner of his lips curled into a smile that isn't only showing happiness, but a smile that shows adoration as well. his calloused digits moving from one chord to another, he knew that his infatuation would go away, but he was wrong, as the day goes by, it grew stronger, thus leading him to this, he doesn't have money to buy such an expensive stuffs, nor rides an expensive car ; ] 1/2.

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[' everything was going well as planned, well, for now, because the great oh holy ones is on favor for him this time, no stupid, idiotic and reckless movements, clearing his throat for a second before grasping the neck of his guitar and starts strumming to some song, the tempo of his voice is on the beat as he serenades the male; ] give your all to me, and i'll give my all to you. you're my end and my beginning.

( ` his eyes glint with confusion and curiosity when an unknown male approaches him, intently watching when he takes note of the guitar he’s carrying with him. he isn’t quite sure what is about to happen, but he has an inkling even if the male is a stranger. he shifts his weight back and forth between his toes and heels and adverts his eyes, teeth pulling at the skin of his lower lip until a melody resounds in the air, a clear voice breaking through the silence that has him stop moving altogether and raising his eyes to glance at calloused fingers gliding across the neck of a guitar, breath catching in his throat. for once, his voice is silent as he listens to another, a slow smile blooming over his lips as he lets the sweet crooning, the words, sink in. he only faintly sings along to the next words of the song, voice barely above a whisper because the moment is soft, and he doesn’t want to shatter the aura that surrounds them. ) Even when I lose I’m winning..

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You lnow. I see you all over my dash and activities page and it's make me more and more curious about you. You seem interesting and I want to talk to you but I'm shy about it....

Is that so? Don’t be shy then, sweetheart. Curiosity may have killed the cat, but I’m very welcoming when it comes to strangers. I’m probably just as curious now as to who you are. Come out from the shadows, will you?

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Do you like it rough?

(1/5) For the next five questions, my muse can not tell a lie;

Do I like it—? Oh, oh. ( ` his eyes widen for a moment as he nearly chokes, the inquire having taken him off guard from the content it was implying, however he’s quick to reign back in his surprise as he lets out a small cough to catch his breath, schooling his expression as he reverts to showing the little curve of a smile that tends to always linger on his lips instead. ) I feel like this isn’t one of those things that I should normally be telling strangers, especially the ones hiding in the dark, when I’m first meeting them… but since I did say I wouldn’t lie, the answer is yes. I like it that way very much so.