#infisc

[freieseeles-blog]

rubs the rub

     he doesn’t like it. he genuinely, fully, entirely does not enjoy it. as add would stalk away, would elsword take his place and take it upon himself to… well. rub the rub. ain, much against all forms of displeasure for the attention, would accept his fate just the same.

[judgexment]

wait there's another one. ANOTHER CAPE TO TUG

Long hair to tug. Tug, tug.

[imperialcrusher-blog]

I mean, hey, your cape at least has /some/ uses.

“Huh? What’s that supposed to mean?”

[imperialcrusher-blog]

HEY GUYS CHECK OUT THIS CAPE-WEARING SUPER NERD LOL

“Says the long haired swordsman would could just as easily have that hair tugged mid-battle. Bet that would feel great.”

[timetrxble]

@infisc needs his hands SLAPPED

“And you’re gonna stop doing that in my lab. Why are you even in here anyway?” Eyes narrowed, brows furrowed, a look of sheer disgust toward the object between the youth’s fingers. Complaint wasn’t necessarily about the health effects it would have on the boy himself, but hell was he going to let that smell linger in his personal space.

[freieseeles-blog]

     oh, ain saw, alright. there’s just a crinkle of humour twiddling at his lips before he responds so simply:

          “  that’s going to kill you, elsword.  “

     perhaps  he’s only saying it just to say it. who knows?