"Could you do me a favor? Could you pretend you're my boyfriend for a moment?"
( ✶ ) Mid-Party Sentence Starters ― status: not accepting!
‘You know, favors never come without a price.’ Words to live by. Not that Casper ever owned up to his part of the agreement. If he needed a favor, he would see to it that it was granted. Now, if others needed a favor, he took it as the perfect opportunity to get something in return. Not that the request would cost him any effort—in fact, he had been rather amused by it.
A smug grin instantly spread across his face. The reason behind the request was of no importance to him; he cared more for what he was able to get out of it. Besides, it had been the perfect opportunity to take a jab at the younger. ‘If you’re interested in me, you might as well own up to it. Your pick up lines could use some polishing, but you’ve got the guts– I’ll give you some credit for that. How about I’ll help you out, and you pay my drinks for the night? After all, you were the one that asked me out.’
❛ on a scale of one to ten… how illegal do you think doing this is ? ❜
bad idea starters ⇢ ACCEPTING!
❛ On a scale from one to ten? Probably a solid seven, it’s not like we’re hiding a dead body or smuggling a child. Now shush Holden, I need to concentrate and break us in. ❜ Of all the skills that Xiao could possibly pick up, this was most likely the strangest and most dangerous. She was definitely not the type to break into buildings especially one of the lecture halls but desperate times calls for desperate measures. While studying for their next exam, she suggested that they needed to take a break. After all, it was three in the morning and both of them needed another cup of coffee. She thought it was a good idea to just leave all their belongings in the room and well, one thing lead to another, which resulted in the two being locked out of their room. Luckily, she brought her wallet with her, which conveniently had a few hairpins that would hopefully get them back in before anyone notices. ❛ And we’re almost there…Can you please keep watch instead of patting my shoulder telling me to hurry up? You know that makes me go slower right? ❜
░ ☾✧HIS HEAD TIPS back in laughter, the sound bursting in short staccatosas his hand immediately finds rest on his stomach to keep himself from laughingtoo hard. There’s a lot that Charlie is aware of, and one thing that he’sconstantly being reminded of is how twisted the depths of his mind can be.However, for someone so incredibly SICK and WICKED, his bank account is healthyand increasingly growing no matter how controversial his methods may seem.“If I had got a least a half of a won every time I heard that phrase, I’d be a goddamn billionaire.”
THERE’S NO SORT of blame game being done, and he’s alreadyaccepted that he owes no apologies to Holden. He was an adult that made his owndecisions and if it resulted in d i s g u s t, then so be it. But he isn’tcruel to the people that he considers friends, or even those that he thinkslook up to him in some way (narcissism is one of his greatest flaws). Reachingfor the remote he turns off the movie, pressing his thumb against his lips idlyas if in thought. Surely this was no way to reinforce a friendship, by lettingsomeone peek into his own twisted mind.
EVEN THOUGH HE knows he’s wrong for pushing Holden to suchextremes he still can’t help the innocent laughter. “Aw lighten up sweetheart,it wasn’t that bad.”
Send my muse an emoji and they will react to … 👙 : seeing your muse in underwear
A exposure of flesh had never been something to strike cord in the dancers mind nor had it ever moved him to act upon more sinful desires of one’s mind. No, it hadn’t been this subtly that brought him utmost flickering of flame that seemed to lick against one’s flesh in sinful hankering need. He’d thought it through, once or twice, why exactly sight of taut and supple flesh hadn’t brought at least a semblance of viewing pleasure. Eventually, coming to conclusion it wasn’t sight that excited him but the mere action of what eventually lead up to pent up frustrations and that aching desire to touch, truly f e e l, and breath in another living being. That rare intimacy that he’d often allotted himself amidst chaos that seemed to rage and claw at his mind during more tiresome days.
It’s also upon rare occasion male finds himself in grasp of intoxication, at least to point he starts questioning every past occurrence from previous night. Lacking is a hint of worry or fear, mostly because when he wakes, at least to point where lid can squint at sunlight that seems to scream through curtain, it’s in familiar surrounding. He’s home, sprawled in king sized bed with sheet a mess around him, undoubtedly from restlessness that had settled in his bones from either being too hot or too cold. Groan is quick to emit from parting ample tier, a quick lick of lower lip indicating he’d drank some form of strawberry vodka, mixed with something he couldn’t quite recall. Bane of his existence, fruity drink that hid their poison behind a sweet flavoring. Truly a trickster among alcoholic beverages.
He feels no alert when restless shuffling to his right is made. It wouldn’t be a first for his less than sober persona brought another to his domain. The dance had never been shy of his intentions with others much less action. Yet, one thing had caught his attention, an adorning of cliche sleeping fabrics draped over frame, hoody far too big for his frame, and boxer short that seemed to cling a bit too much to taut thigh. Hum settles in throat, interesting. If anything, it’d been clear indication that he hadn’t engaged in anything past sleeping beside opposite body. Effort is made in finding out whom he was sharing space with, one measly turn that near cost him whatever was still moving around in his gut.
When sight of male catches stare he nearly snorts, making another effort to prop elbow to mattress and side of cheek against palm; allowing free roam of heightened stare. He had nothing against entertaining male, anatomy was different but bodies could still work well with another if desired, not to mention he’d slept with men before. It was nothing new. Still, he finds it intriguing, seeing he hasn’t managed to do so, this once, and instead find mild amusement in male’s ‘choice’ of attire. Perhaps he too had gotten urge to strip down when rooms temperature didn’t seem to comply to their bodies wishes.
Mere sight of naked flesh so tempting to reach out and poke he can’t help but find digit prodding gently to an opposite pair of ribs; wanting to see if other would stir. Maybe even put together a few missing pieces of last night. So, he pokes again, this time a little higher and a bit rougher than the last. He’ll admit, male holds nice frame, one, had he not still be feeling affects of hangover, he may have brought more attention to. Yet, he’d rather have latter out of his bed and out of his home.
