Dec 25, 2016
aarlovski replied to your post “frenchfashionable replied to your post “[ text: arturo ] I had to...”
ya u almost killed mE
I did not!
...You just have a very weak stomach.
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aarlovski replied to your post “frenchfashionable replied to your post “[ text: arturo ] I had to...”
ya u almost killed mE
I did not!
...You just have a very weak stomach.
{ @aarlovski }
Peculiar questions and thoughts filled his mind, and their strange exchanges only left more to formulate. A bite of his inner cheek, and he pulled the scarf around his own neck a bit more as to ensure he could keep the warmth to his body. Unlike the other he’d been conversing with, Gabriel didn’t do all too well in the cold but unlike others within his family, he was able to not whine about it.
“If that’s the case then--” He spoke gently - curiously; eyes flickered over Mikita’s briefly as he propped his head over his own palm. “If Sega decided to make another Sonic the Hedgehog game in which it was.. kind of like Star Wars, then do you think Darth Vader would be Eggman?” And then another thought occurred. The mental image, however--disturbing.
“..Would Sonic then be his.. son?”
❝I didn't fall... the floor just needed a hug. ❞
Looking down at the man on the floor, Lukas just kind of stood and stared. If he were a kinder person, he’d offer him a hand and help him get up, but fuck that. There was no way in hell Lukas was going to touch a damned soul, even if this guy wasn’t too harsh on the eyes.
“...Sure. Sure it did. I believe you.”
"That was just a giant clusterfuck, wasn't it?"
She looked down the hill at the small skiing accident that had just taken place moments before. About four or five people were piled up on top of each other, recovering from their little collision. She couldn’t help but let a small smile grow on her face, “Yeah, but it was fucking hilarious.”
It was childish and incredibly petty, he knew that as he patted a roughly tennis ball sized snow clump together. Eirik had certainly had enough to time to get over a minor grievance. Seeing his living mate’s back turned, however, was too tempting a sight for revenge. He sneaked around a corner of the building and lobbed the snow clump at Mikita. Immediately after, he darted back to the corner and waited for the telltale sound of snow colliding with something solid. Any part would do, but he hoped for the head.
@aarlovski
[ places a tray of sandwiches on the table ] Greetings young padawan I have been sent to help you.
[blinks] Is this some kind of roleplay? [smiles] Either way, thanks for the sandwiches, dude! [takes one and eats it] Hmmm!
That's not... [he hesitates] how you make fried rice.
W-What?
...Yes it is! [i mean, it’s rice and it’s fried so it’s fried rice right?] [he knows that one doesn’t traditionally put brussel sprouts, curry powder and lamb in fried rice but he was just being experimental!!!]
[the room is dark] [he is holding a candle] It's such a mystery why you're here.
I was just about to ask myself the same thing [he’s a bit freaked out] I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything