#raynejng

[leehyrei]

raynejng replied to your post:-runs to you with open arms;

I—- -runs to her in slow motion, attempting to catch her;

[/falls into her arms; ;; hello beautiful

[leehyrei]

-runs to you with open arms;

MY BBY. [/runs to her, but trips and falls to the floor in slow motion;

[gkxvii-blog]

-waves her arm; Hello there. The name's Rayne.

            [ ` although he uncertain if the unknown female was waving to                him, he returned the friendly gesture with a wave of his own. ; ]

                       ❝ Uhh... hey there, Rayne. Were                           you talking to me just now? ❞

[gttkwng]

raynejng said: … -pushes your face away gently;

-He snorts under his breath, feigning a hurt look, the best one he can possibly afford- I get the message. I've already been rejected a couple times so it comes as no surprise.

[bibeomb]

raynejng replied to your post: “touches all my passersby innappropriately”:

Water you think you're doing, sir?

you have a nice butt--

[bibeomb]

raynejng replied to your post: “i keep looking for a cookie but i dont have one”:

-hands you one;

-eats it aggressively-

[gttkwng]

Sweater Weather

Send me “Sweater Weather” for my muse’s reaction to yours suddenly hiding under my muse’s sweater or shirt.

A surprised shriek echoed through the room as Rayne’s deceivingly gentle but icy cold fingers brought a burning sensation of the shivers coming along with his body’s last defense against the cold, sending chills down his spine when they slided up his sides in a desperate need of warmth.

But the moment he opened his mouth to snap at her for abusing his privacy, he felt her body shivering in tiny convulsions, her frozen fingers gradually defrosting against his warm skin. No wonder why she chose him out of all people, his teal sweater with an elaborate snowflake pattern had been drawing quite a lot of attention ever since he walked in. But still, it wasn’t big enough for two people to fit in so he felt obligated to find another way to deal with her cricital state.

“Damn… Where have you been? Feels like you’d been dropped down the ice-hole, you’re basically an ice statue. Here, drink this.” His voice held a serious note, barely-masked concern lacing his words as he handed her a steaming mug of hot chocolate he had been preparing for himself up until now, hoping for the soothing beverage to warm her up to a tolerable level.

[chxkyu-blog]

SCReaMS OPPA

yELLS YOU’RE BACK.