#forgottenaboutbyall

[aerentus]

"My teeth? That's rather strange."

"I— Well. I didn’t say it wasn’t. But they’re perfect. I like your canines a lot." He lowers his gaze, aware that his observations might be considered odd.

[aerentus]

it was entirely too hot.

Why the man was wet was beyond him but you really couldn't blame him; he was horribly distracted by the way the other's white shirt was clinging to his chest, very nearly see through.  What was worse, was that after shaking his hair out like the mongrel that he is, he flashed that smile at Ren. 

Oh how he hated that smile.

He was surprised that he was still upright.  Supernatural or not, the man was extremely gifted in the way that he could reduce the younger into a pathetic mess of limbs on the floor.  Simply put; having Lewis around was not conducive to standing. Smiling Lewis even less so.  Wet, Smiling Lewis, walking towards him, well, this whole feet on ground ordeal was a feat in and of itself.

The takeaway, however, wasn't any less humiliating. Ren could actually feel the blood rising to his skin, sure that his entire body was tinged with the ickle pink of embarrassment. 

The fact that Lewis somehow enjoyed this reaction did not help things.  By then, the other had reached him, wrapping his well muscled arms about his waist, leaning in to  whisper into his ear. "You are so adorable.."

Ren had shivered.  One of those despicable full body shivers. How like a girl. His fingers somehow ended up in Lewis' hair, gripping at the wet strands, and Lewis was leaning in and it was happening and he was pressed against his (solid, so solid) torso and--

He heard a little tinkling giggle.

Lewis doesn't laugh like that..

And with that he woke up to the sprites laughing at him while he was curled around (quite suggestively, actually) one of the body pillows, burying his face in the fabric and groaning loudly to himself.

[cxjr]

To some, noise was a sense of music. One could argue against the cacophony of sound, however, the girl stuck to her reasoning. With a book in hand, she sat herself down on a bench within the bustling mall before reclining onto the backing. Cracking the literature open, spine between her thighs, she began flipping through the pages and drinking in the words.

At some point, she decided to allow animation to flood in front of her, eyes skimming the crowds while she annotated each being's particular habits. What seemed to draw her in today was a group of fairly attractive people, all sitting together in an intimate situation. However, someone from that herd decided to hold her gaze, confidently without breaking away as if it was a mistake. Smiling, she waved a hand towards them, in an effort to break the awkward air.

[renetae]

[SMS sent 5:07PM]: ... OK, someone told me to text this number if I was looking to buy a home in gangnam, but I think I remembered the number wrong so like, oi. Who am I talking to???

[nahjoon]

forgottenaboutbyall replied to your post “Ah--" She cleared her throat, approaching the male she met the other day. "Daehyun, it's me, Pyrrha." She spoke softly, giving a small smile, internally questioning why she had returned to talk to him.”

"Nothing much, honestly." She runs her hand through her hair. "I've just been helping out at work. That's all I do, really. How about you?"

"Really? That sucks then, I guess?" Daehyun smiled a little "Well, not much actually, I was about to go home actually."

[nahjoon]

"Ah--" She cleared her throat, approaching the male she met the other day. "Daehyun, it's me, Pyrrha." She spoke softly, giving a small smile, internally questioning why she had returned to talk to him.

"Pyrrha?" Daehyun thought for a while and smiled once he remembered her "Oh, Pyrrha! What's up?"