//Thanks to no-one-escapes-me, I'll I've wanted to listen to today is Marina and the Diamonds. I'm probably going to be singing her songs in my sleep.
I'm not knocking that, though. 'Cause I really like her music.
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//Thanks to no-one-escapes-me, I'll I've wanted to listen to today is Marina and the Diamonds. I'm probably going to be singing her songs in my sleep.
I'm not knocking that, though. 'Cause I really like her music.
*kisses you* You've caught the kissing disease. Now you've gotta pass it on to the next ten people on your dash.
"Not this again…"
I had to get close to you somehow.
Send me “I had to get close to you somehow,” and my character will react to finding out the relationship our characters have built was all a complete lie for ulterior motives.
"It would have been kinder to kill me…”
Am I interrupting something?
Send “Am I interrupting something?” and my character will explain why they’re undressing in the middle of the room.
"I was getting into the shower- and since this is my flat I can undress where I please."
△
Somehow our characters get into a playful wrestling match. Send me a △ and my character will react to feeling yours has become… excited.
Jim should have been more scared when Death and he started to wrestle around- even though it was harmless. When Death got Jim onto his back he was about to make a move to get out from under him, until he noticed Death was- oh- Jim grinned, “Well what do we have here?” Jim teased an rolled his hips up against the other male. “Seem I’m doing something right.”
"Sorry! You dropped this!"
"What--" Martin turned to look at the boy, holding up his father's signet ring. Startled, Martin grasped the ring and slipped it back onto his little finger and sighed in relief. "Oh... gosh, thank you, I don't know what I would have done if I lost that. It's... very important to me." He smiled. "Thank you, er...?" he paused, hoping the other would give his name.