Jun 23, 2019
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HE LOOKS UP GRINNING LIKE THE DEVIL 😈 😈
It’s new, the shape of your body 💗✨
Parrish Scott and stiles for the meme thing :D
Parrish
somewhat attractive | eh | not really my type | pretty | handsome | beautiful | stud | gorgeous | SWEET LORD MERCY
can you relate to this character on a personal level?: no | not really | somewhat | yes | they are me
would you date/be friends with this character in real life if they were real?: total bros | friends | best friends | date | become their steady boyfriend/ girlfriend | GET MARRIED | neither | i don’t know |
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Stiles
somewhat attractive | eh | not really my type | pretty | handsome | beautiful | stud | gorgeous | SWEET LORD MERCY
can you relate to this character on a personal level?: no | not really | somewhat | yes | they are me
would you date/be friends with this character in real life if they were real?: total bros | friends | best friends | date | become their steady boyfriend/ girlfriend | GET MARRIED | neither | i don’t know |
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already did scott! (x)
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A chuckle slips his painted lips at the sudden lift, finding himself draped over Kain’s shoulder without complaint despite the surprise of it when his feet found the floor falling away beneath himself so suddenly. The Count will rest there, let his weight settle balanced where he was thrown to be positioned in the lift, though with a single hand raising behind himself to trail fingertips down along the side of his other’s free shoulder until able to gain a grasp for his own support.
"And just what, dare I ask, has come over you this evening my dearest Kain?” He near chimes his words, lips still curled into a smile; the remnants of that earlier amusement expressed on the roll of laughter that had fallen from him. For the time being though, with head turned to glance for his other’s expression and any clues it may give, is free hand reached to straighten his silk, a single leg bending slightly at it’s knee in such a way as to show his own almost playful compliance in going wherever he was being carried to.
Playful— a word rare on his tongue, but there all the same.