Jul 23, 2016
Der Beamte (1080p_25fps_H264-128kbit_AAC)
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Der Beamte (1080p_25fps_H264-128kbit_AAC)
//youHAVE? ahmygods// -clenches his fists- you stuck your nose in where it didn't belong! if she hasn't told you about me, then you must not matter much to her.
Or, you know, she could simply have forgotten about you. You are pretty forgettable, after all.
What if I don't want to "get lost"? -stands ground-
Then shit, stand there and look like an asshole, I dunno!
-hunches up his shoulders and shakes his head- No, I don't "Got It"! And we were married, remember? of course i have dibs!
Oh-ho my Tetris, don’t even go there. *jabs him in the chest* That was a magic anon. And I didn’t even get to /pick/ who I ended up being ‘married’ to for the day, remember? It was whoever decided to pop into my stupid inbox first.
And of cooourse, you had to be the one to barge in like you OWNED the place.
Furthermore! *Another jab, stronger this time* There is /nooo/ such thing as a guy having DIBS on a girl. If the lady says get lost? He better get lost.
So.
Get lost~
-Lancorice storms up and grabs her arm and turns her around to look at him- why are you kissing other guys!?
((AHHHFSHKF. ONCE AGAIN YOU SHOW YOUR FACE *PUFFS UP*))
Whoa whoa whoa! *She instantly yanks out of his hold* Excuse me? Who’re you again? Oh right—the guy who I haven’t seen or heard from in like three months? /Also/ the guy I never actually /dated/? Like at /all/? The guy who’s got noooo right to actually sound like he’s got any sorta dibs on me?
Look, Lance, you’re cute, but you aren’t going there with me. Like at all. I’m kissing ‘other guys’ because I can. Got it?
well fuck me. -looks at her brothers and is still hovering over/pressed against her with his body- perfect timing -catches himself and pushes away from jubileena and extends a hand to them after an uncomfortable throat clearing- I'm Lancerice. -awkward pause- pleased to meet you? Again?
*Just stands against the wall, completely horrified*
ask-theturbotwins said: *Tas and Tic, for no reason what so ever had decided to bake Jub a pie. They were both very proud of their not so master piece. Tic knocked on the door, but when there was no answer both the brothers decided to go inside anyways* Tic- “Hey Jub we-“
*What a way to catch their little sister. Pressed against a wall with a bigger, taller, leather-jacket-wearing man who was all but flush against her body. At the sound of Tic's voice, she yanked her head back from a rather deep kiss, her arms still linked around Lancerice's neck. Her lips were swollen and her cheeks were pink, and her eyes were still glazed over*
What--
*All at once, that pink drained from her face, and the girl--or rather, young woman--went chalk white* T-TIC?! *yelps it sharply, and her eyes dart to Tas a moment later too, and if possible, her face goes even paler*
I--I, uh--th--this is... *lets out a shaky laugh* ...This isn't what it looks like...?
-kisses her back right away and brings his hands up to cup her face and keep her close- mmm. -moves her back until she hits a wall again and pushes against her lightly with his body- wait -stops and looks around- i thought i heard something. -waits for a second before shrugging and moving back down to kiss her again and digs his hands into the wall on either side of her head-
*Reaches up and holds onto his sleeves when he touches her face, and moves back with him without a complaint, eyes fluttering closed for a moment when his body presses against hers* Hn--nn? *blinks hazily, not really sure if she heard anything or not, her mind dazed and flustered* What? Hear what?
It might've just been Socks playing? *shakes her head, trying to clear her mind for a second, but that little effort flies right out the window when he kisses her again*
*She felt drunk, or at least, that's what she would compare the feeling to if she'd ever /been/ drunk. Her arms lift and she wraps them securely around the leather-jacket-wearing racer's neck*
((WHA TISHAPPENING
I DON'T
I DON'T LIKE HORMONES *SOBS*))