Sep 15, 2013
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♣ Sometimes they'll joke around in their dorm and bat each other with pillows or tickle each other, they'll play around until one things leads to another and well-
You get the drift.
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♣ Sometimes they'll joke around in their dorm and bat each other with pillows or tickle each other, they'll play around until one things leads to another and well-
You get the drift.
"...." Chews down on lip and raises a brow. "...Turn around and pick that up over there."
"You're an asshole."
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"Fuck me please."
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If we lived together we’d:[ ] Argue (I hope not.)[x] Get it on once in a while (I hope so?)[x] Eat Ice Cream For Breakfast (Because fuck yeah.)[x] Watch movies late at night[ ] Prank Call People[ ] Pranks each other[x] Cuddle[ ] Party[ ] We’d Never Live In The Same House[ ] Shop[x] Play games[ ] Read bedtime stories[x] Cook whatever we felt like eating together[ ] Get on each other’s nerves[ ] Who are you?
"Uhm--H-hon...?" Fidgeting slightly the blond scratched at his cheek, his gaze shifting down to his feet. "Would you uhm--accompany me to the b-ball tomorrow?"
"O-oh, really? There’s a ball?" I don’t have anything good to wear though…
"I’d love to."
anxious-blond replied to your post “H-hey mister..." Tugs at bottom of shirt and looks up at. "D-do you know where m-my dad is? He--he's a soldier too..”
"H-how do you know my name?" Blued eyes filled up with confusion, though, for some reason, he didn't fight to being picked up--even though he didn't know who this boy was..."My--my dads a Guard.."
He wasn't about to just tell him, 'Oh, I'm your boyfriend, congrats you're gay,' or that his dad's gone or nothing. He can't do anything but play along, and it hurts his heart to do so. "I'm a.. Friend, of your Dad. No idea where he is right now."
"H-hey mister..." Tugs at bottom of shirt and looks up at. "D-do you know where m-my dad is? He--he's a soldier too.."
"Whoa- is that you, Dustin?" The brunet bends down and scoops the tiny child into his arms, lifting him up enough so the blond can wrap his arms around his neck. He has to keep up this facade that his father's still around - he's only a kid, "I don't know where your dad is, I'm just a trainee."