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eyeofanespeon platinum-heart-of-verity spooksy-ghosty innocentequations
"I'm here to work, not babysit. What'cha want?"
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eyeofanespeon platinum-heart-of-verity spooksy-ghosty innocentequations
"I'm here to work, not babysit. What'cha want?"
eyeofanespeon replied to your post:"Do you have a valentine yet, stinky~?"
"Oh come on Ari-chan~"
"Stop that."
"Do you have a valentine yet, stinky~?"
"Well I did--"
"But that nickname is pushing me to change my mind~"
Unamused staring.
Bitch GF
Saymoomi
Espeon Douche
Besbaw
"Those popsicles are the only thing you'd deepthroat..."
"...No."
how do you feel about yuto
...
Well. He's certainly something interesting.
I feel there's a connection between the two of us.
He's confusing.
Seemingly Arrogant
Pleasing to the eye, though.
He has amazing skill with Pokemon...
I suppose I have an array of feelings for him...
"He's irritating."
Looking Into An Eye of an Espeon
Ellis Ryan softly ran his fingertips over the screen of his tablet, brows furrowed, eyes focused. He licked his lips and reached down with his free hand, grasping his coffee and taking a sip of it.
He sat on the luxury chair, dining 'al fresco' just beneath the awning of the cafe. His legs clad in black tights, and while his knees were crossed tightly, his calves curved downward, eventually sinking into a pair of grey zippered boots, the tops crinkled up with a sharp heel at the opposite end. Matching grey pleats lined his high-waist skirt, and a black blouse covered his flat chest, his neck naked above the material, while his head was bare with only a white flower pressed into the right side of his bangs. The flower was large, clearly artificial, used as a barrette for his hair.
Ellis placed his coffee down, ripping his eyes away from his tablet. He sensed something, somewhere, and lifted his head up, toward the street. His chestnut eyes wandered over the scenery he was graced with, and he gave a deep sigh of content, his boyish fingertips sliding over the rim of his cup playfully.