Hey, bro, come here, I gotta do this kissing thing. You mind?
Come on, you should know the answer to that by now. 'Course I don't mind, now c'mon and gimme a kiss, Gilbo.

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Hey, bro, come here, I gotta do this kissing thing. You mind?
Come on, you should know the answer to that by now. 'Course I don't mind, now c'mon and gimme a kiss, Gilbo.
Pst! Handling things a bit better now that everyone's stopped trying to kiss you? *grins at him*
[Sighs loudly in relief and nods] Yes. Yes, thank everything. Although I think it might be just a little awkward to talk to some of these people after that, at least for me...kisses are special, y'know? Some people may not mind giving them out to everyone, but I'd rather save them for whatever special person eventually comes along. or maybe im just a hopeless romantic i dunno
Who Yields the Bigger Sword? || Gilbert and Arthur
Besides the part where he'd have to spew dirty lines to Gilbert of all people, he thought the swords fight itself may be entertaining. While Gilbert had a clear advantage physically, Arthur had grown up training to use weapons. It pleased him to think that today, in there fake fight, he could show him this skill. He was dressed in a large red coat over a loose white shirt accompanied by dark pants, black gloves, a silk belt, a large red hat, and platform boots that almost reached his knees. It amazed himself that he could make his casual red coat look more piratical by sewing bits of golden looking thread here and there.
A groan left his lips as he tugged at his shirt once more, sitting on the beach with his fake sword implanted in the sand next to him. Maybe he went a little overboard with his outfit. It was too hot to stay outside wearing this amount of heavy clothes so he decided he'd at least get rid of the shirt for the time being. Gilbert was taking much too long; the sun had already begun to set.
FMK Gilbert Alfred Berwald
Well shit, this is actually a really fucking hard decision.
Fuck - Berwald, since there is no way in hell I'd ever be able to kill that guy myself.
Marry - Alfie baby <3
Kill - Gilbo, 'cause he's the only one left on the list. Sorry bro.
Is There Even a Bathroom?! || (ichbindasbeste)
Belle walked as quickly as she could through the mansion, looking all over for a single room. A single and very important room. Finding this room would affect her whole entire day, maybe even her life. Belle needed to find the room that was every woman's temple. That's right, she needed to find the bathroom. Dammit, why on Earth was it so hard to find? Maybe she just wasn't looking hard enough, actually Belle was really looking at all now. She had managed to get herself so worked up with the fact that she needed to go to the bathroom, that she wasn't even looking anymore. Before Belle knew it she was running into someone.
Belle rammed right into a man and her balance was completely thrown off. Luckily, she was able to catch her balance before she could make an even bigger fool of herself. Belle caught her balance and took a few steps back from the man so she could make eye contact. Her eye twitched a bit as she looked him over. Wow, he certainly looked... interesting? Belle gave him her best sympathetic face.
"Ah, Je suis désolé!" she said, "I am such a klutz sometimes! You'll have to excuse me, I was looking for the bathroom." She then curtsied a little, raising her already rather short skirt even higher and giving him a half smile.
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[Incoming text message. One new voicemail.]
yo dude so your brother is into bdsm right whats the best way for me to get him mad because i have a feeling thats the only way hes gonna admit it
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"Gil...Gilbert. Dude. Did you know that there's a whole fuckin' cabinet in the kitchen filled with alcohol? I didn't fuckin' know that. Half of it's gone, I dunno where it went. Yeah, it just kinda disappeared! There's empty bottles all over the floor, though. Think I got a piece of glass in my foot. Now 'm feeling kinda woozy, and-- hRKK--" [End of message.]
ichbindasbeste replied to your post: love me god damnit
Wow, you are really sexed up, loser! Might want to keep that in check, the ladies here seem like they’d bite your dick right off! XD Go for the caterpillars guy, he’s a total homo!
Don't hate me 'cause you ain't me, man. A little teeth never hurt anyone.
Meh, maybe I will. He seems pretty easy.
ICHBINDASBESTE ANSWERED: HEY, I NEVER CALLED YOU FAT, DUMMKOPF! I WANTED TO ALLY WITH YOU, READ THE THING AGAIN!
Oh, you're the freaky looking one! Gill, right? So, you wanna be allied to justice, huh? Can't blame you! Justice always wins! Alfred F. Jones, at your service!