#macabrememories

[cacawcacaw]

macabre--memories replied to your post “.”

{ y es i have been summoned }

[ woah wowee yes u have   here u are   hi. :> ]

[cacawcacaw]

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[stuckinroom302]

[[ooc: i swear nothing happened between them :I it was just raining out. Henry had to lend her some clothes ]]

[receptorem]

“At least you don't kiss like a dog.” [ shrugs nonchalantly, she's not trying to boost his self esteem. Actually, she stating the obvious. Dog kisses were the worst in her opinion. ] “- And I was about to tell you the same thing.”

... I'm glad we agree on it, then.

[the 'never mention kissing again' thing, of course. not the 'henry kisses better than a dog' thing. because he probably kisses worse than a dog. he isn't sure. he has never kissed a dog.]

Let's just. Put it under lock and key and throw it into the ocean.

[receptorem]

Heh, those faceless assholes are bothering you again about a certain subject. So /this/ explains why you've been all... kissy lately. [ she's not too sure on whether she should feel offended about that or relieved that it wasn't his intentions to kiss her???? ]

... I'm a crapshot kisser.

[henry's voice is deadpan, devoid of anything but simple statement of what he believes to be the penultimate truth.]

Let's just never talk about this again...

[itwillbeeasypeasy]

"You´re lost?"

[receptorem]

[2:43:18 AM] Henry "hey sexy" Townshend: im gonna pee my pants omfg

[2:43:20 AM] Henry "hey sexy" Townshend: i lvoe haryry

[2:43:34 AM] K i w i: me too, best dad of the year

[2:43:53 AM] Henry "hey sexy" Townshend: most bangable dad of the year

[2:43:54 AM] Henry "hey sexy" Townshend: i mean

[2:43:58 AM] K i w i: henry

[2:44:06 AM] K i w i: this is why you don't get laid

[stuckinroom302]

It was a dull and quiet day as usual and the heavy rain just added to it. He was on his desk a chin rested on his palm and his elbow on the table. There were no articles that caught his interest nor were there any new photographs to develop. A sigh escaped his lips, his gaze shifted to the window, his eyes followed the droplets of water racing each other to reach the bottom. Anyone would find it amusing on a boring afternoon even Henry. His doorbell rang and he perked up, completely forgetting the race the droplets held at his window. Who could that be? the man thinks to himself and pulled himself up from the chair to answer the door. To his surprise He didn’t expect it to be-- “Cheryl!” She was drenched, her arms crossed over her chest and shivering. Without hesitation Henry unbuttoned his shirt to wrap around the girl, letting her in and sat her on the couch, he went to the bathroom and fetched a towel for Cheryl then headed to his kitchen to boil some water and prepare hot chocolate for the girl.