#12roundx

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@12roundx

     She stared at the lyrics she just wrote, nervously spinning the pen between deft fingers. The more she thought about it, the more her cheeks grew flushed at the realization that struck her like a lightning. Green eyes shifted away from the music sheets and the keyboard, landing on her phone at the edge of the coffee table.

Her bottom lip found its way between her teeth and she reached out to grab the device, unlocking the screen and tapping the contact info of a certain boxer, starting to write a new message.

[ text ] : Hey! Are you free tonight? 

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ugh join the club. none of the drafts I have are 18+ related either.

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12roundx replied to your post : Skull fucking.

this is even more amusing without context

No context is needed for this at all--

[shrapnelsong]

@12roundx

     Alice wasn’t expecting any company that day, but given that she’s sitting in the middle of the living room floor with her hands handcuffed behind her, Caleb showing up might be a good thing. 

“I like to pursue hobbies that enhance dexterity. But I got bored of crochet.” She explains, moving her fingers to try and jimmy the lock. “I could do it fine with my hands in front of me but this is a little trickier...”

Sighing deeply, she lets her shoulders sag and looks up at the boxer. “I give up. Help me? The keys are on the table.”

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@12roundx

     Coming home with some groceries, Alice nudged the door closed with her hips and went to the kitchen to set the bags down by the counter. She was about to start putting everything away when she heard the shower running.

Walking up to the bathroom, she knocked on the door and called out. “Caleb? Is that you?”