Jan 11, 2017
[text]: Is it rude to send him a “Happy Birthday I Hope You Finally Get an STD” text?
[text]: YES!!!
[text]: WHY WOULD YOU SEND SOMEONE THAT ANYWAY??? D:
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[text]: Is it rude to send him a “Happy Birthday I Hope You Finally Get an STD” text?
[text]: YES!!!
[text]: WHY WOULD YOU SEND SOMEONE THAT ANYWAY??? D:
@hard-bittcn
(h ELLA-COPTER I’M???)
hard-bittcn replied to your post:
(i want to smooch him)
Mun: Pfft! Then go ahead babs! Can’t promise any fancy icons tho since his face claim be such a serious dork >u<
Jazzy has shown up to return the blanket Papyrus gave him during his meltdown. "Um... th- thanks again."
“HM?” Papyrus turns around and smiles, “IT’S OK, YOU ARE MY BROTHER AFTER ALL. AND YOU MAY KEEP THE BLANKET, IT’S FOR YOU TO KEEP.”
Jazzy crawls on top of Fresh and settles there, purring sleepily. Warm. So warm. Body pillow. The warmest body pillow. He nuzzles the taller's chest, yawning.
Fresh hissed at the lesser, in no mood for-.. What? What is he- ..oh. He sighs, and relents, accepting his fate.
@hard-bittcn || [continuado]
“¡Bueno! Porque como he dicho, yo no iba hacer nada por usted de todos modos.” Sin growled, slamming the door closed behind him.
He didn’t even bother translating himself as he ignored his alternate for a moment and walked over to his bedside table. He grabbed something from one of the drawers before moving again to be face-to-face with Jazzy.
The taller monster doesn’t even give any sign of warning before grabbing the virus by the collar of his shirt and pulling him close. “So. You are not even going to apologize for stealing mi dinero, eh?!” Sin inquired, glaring down at his double.
Jazzy is shoved in. He grabs onto Fresh to balance himself, glancing up at the taller through dull eyelights. He's quickly smooched before Jazzy ducks into his hoodie.
Fresh is at first confused by the sudden Jazzy, but the kiss is followed by an amused, but hollow-as-ever laugh.He moved a hand to the other parasite’s jaw, forcing Jazzy to look up to him again so he could examine the pale eye lights.“..I heard the greyfaces up an’ made ya blind.. So are ya going ‘round smooching monsters at random, or..?” He laughed again.
Jazzy sleepily leans on Fresh. Seems like he hasn't slept well, and the larger of the two is now a pillow.
“….???” To say the least, Fresh is confused by the other’s behavior. Perhaps, he is in need of a new host..? That would explain the lack of energy.. “Yo, Jazzy, you uh.. Ya alright??”