Apr 5, 2015
madmxrc said:
Hehe. There he goes. All the kisses.
Aw. Look at that. Felix is all grinny now. Adorable.
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madmxrc said:
Hehe. There he goes. All the kisses.
Aw. Look at that. Felix is all grinny now. Adorable.
He forgets you.
Guess what my muse’s recurring nightmare is.
Oh. "... Yeah, that's-- Yeah." Yeah. That's one of them.
madmxrc said:
A low noise rumbles from his chest, pulling Felix away and moving him — not even guiding him, barely off the ground — to his room, if only for the things required.
Oh. Again. This is. Slightly off putting. Or like, Locus has been rough with him before, but. Not. Like this? Hm. He sort of skips along, not really having much say in where he's going right now.
"Locus-- Waylon. Is-- Ah. Everything alright?" He's. Just. Slightly worried. Probably shouldn't be, but. Maybe Locus just wants to so something different.
Hello. I want a memo on your notice board.
Ack!—-Well, okay! I don’t see why not!
So… what did you want to post, Locus?
+ How in love with Locus are you?
Anonymously send me ‘+’ and a question and my muse has to answer honestly no matter how uncomfortable it makes them.
"--Oh." ... Possibly a bad time for this question, considering how finicky his mood has been lately. ... Not because of Locus, of course, but. "Uhm. I love him a lot. So much. He means the world to me, and at this point I think he and O'Malley are the only ones who give a shit about me. So.
"That's always nice. But I love him, a-- a lot."
With the choice of literally anything save nothing(so don't wimp out bucko) what would you choose for Locus to wear?
Oh. This is a toughy. "I mean. That's kind of a broad question." He also feels bad for answering it. Like. Part of him doesn't want to.
"I liked that last thing he wore. From that bet. ... Specifically because it was tight on him. If that says anything. So maybe something like that. Uh. Maybe just. Lacy lingerie. Or. Skirt and garters. Boots and stuff. I'd like to see how he looks in that kinda thing." Now would be a good time to stop talking. So he does.
—Locus.
✠ SCREEEEE! TELL ME OF YOUR LOVE FOR THE GRUMPY LITTLE GREEN MAN!
Send a ✠ and a question and my muse will reply to it after drinking lots of alcohol.
"Oh my god." Look at him. He looks so happy, even in his drunken state. Or more like, especially. Either way, he's excited to answer.
"Waylon's beautiful. And also, the sweetest fucking thing I love him to pieces. Like-- Like, I don't care what you do for me, there's no way you can compare to him. He cares, he was the first to, genuinely, oo-like. Oh my god. Soulmate. Remember when he dislocated my arm, true love. The love was true even before we kissed, there was s'much.
"How d'you go from. Bad first impression. To pure hate. To love, I don't-- I don't. True love."