Aug 1, 2014
[Raleigh, stop it with your leather fetish. Posting pics that may or may not be porny for a bit because Raleigh's contemplating riding crops.]
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[Raleigh, stop it with your leather fetish. Posting pics that may or may not be porny for a bit because Raleigh's contemplating riding crops.]
"You're a little shit. But you're my little shit." (Ray.)
"Damn, Marshall, you're gonna go giving me a swelled head you keep giving me compliments like that."
Herc has the fire going, leant up against a tree, a foot propped up on a log, as he's digging through the pockets of the old leather jacket he's wearing, lifting the brim of his cap to look over at Raleigh. "You okay?"
Raleigh's been fidgeting, he knows it but he can't help it, throughout the whole time they've been setting up. But Herc's wearing a jacket and boots and the scent of leather is strong, has him distracted. At the question, he flushed pink and walked over to ran his fingertips over the jacket, "You're a tease of the highest order." He murmured breathlessly.
"So, instead of helping you, they ran off the moment they saw what was happening?"
Newt shrugged, as if it were a smaller deal than it was. As if it were something that couldn’t be helped, as if it was Just One Of Those Things. He’d gotten out, gotten to safety, it could have gone worse than it did. A few bumps and scrapes, and okay, so if he really admitted it he’d been scared shitless, was still a little worked up, but he was okay. He kept telling himself that. It was the important part. ”Well I mean, they had their own things to worry about too, you know? It was kind of a mess. It’s okay.”
ϟ (Hiiii. :3)
"DON’T SHOOT."
"How high are you right now?" (Raaaahleeeey)
Raleigh grinned lazily, a blissed out look on his face. "Just a little." He rasped out.
"First things first… give me your shirt." (Rolly)
"My shirt?" Raleigh raised and eyebrow and peeled off the grey shirt he was wearing, holding it out to Hers, "Some reason you want it?"
[text] What’s with you and all the smiley faces? (Rally. :3)
[Text] Can't a guy be happy? And express that?