Jun 19, 2022
“For $20, I’ll be good.”
“Yeah? When I was your age, I was good for nothing.”
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“For $20, I’ll be good.”
“Yeah? When I was your age, I was good for nothing.”
Being in Alola is nice and all, and it beats being in prison any day but... boy was he sure bored out of his skull sometimes.
Boris slides in like he owns the place, kicking his feet up and leaning back in his chair. “What, were you expecting someone else? You get to deal with me today.”
💋 //consider... ... bobos
Send 💋 if your muse wants a kiss from mine
He approached behind Bo as she was busy with something or other in the kitchen, slowly wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close to him. He leaned in to kiss her neck. Slowly and gingerly, he left a trail of kisses up her neck until he reached her ear. “Mmn.. love you,” he murmured just above a whisper into her ear. As she turned her head, he moved in to give her a proper kiss on the lips, lingering for a moment before parting and resting his head in the crook of her neck. Seemed he was in a pretty good mood.
💛 Bo to Boris. a lil peck dangerously close to his Leeps
International Day of the Kiss
💛 …to cheer them up
He was practically lounging at his desk as per the usual, and yet.. today somehow his thoughts were weighing heavier on his mind than usual. Luckily, to most it would seem like he’s focused on the multitude of papers that littered his desk and so he wouldn’t have to admit anything’s wrong.
Though, due to his blankly staring at those papers he didn’t quite notice Bo approach him until he felt his secretary’s soft lips press to his face right at the edge of his cheek. He suddenly became quite attentive at that and even sat up in his chair a bit, the baffled look on his face seeming quite genuine. “Boan,” he muttered in something of an incredulous tone.
Though it didn’t last long as soon it morphed into one of his trademark grins, leaning his chin on his elbow at his desk. “My dear Boan, you always seem to know just what I need.. Your sweet kiss of life has given me the energy I need to get through this blasted report.”
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“Petrel?” He peels off the itchy ‘stache and wraps an arm around Bo’s shoulders casually. “What the hell about Tuesday makes him more attractive than me?”
"There really is no fathoming the depth of my hatred for this place."
Boris blinked, turning around with his hands stuffed into his pockets and a surprised look upon his face. Upon his shoulder sat the little Pidgey he named Tweety, and a bit behind hovered Autumn the Gastly, happily chattering to Aleksandr the Turtwig.
"You no fond of forest? Is big, I admit. Much insects. Not fond of bugs?"