#revysteadygo

[kaitouing]

[ text ] With a butt like mine I’ll never have to pay for Netflix again.

to: unlimited netflixfrom: kaito

[ text ] uh[ text ] that sounds handy[ text ] wow…[ text ] … can i check that just to make sure

[paperxspider-blog]

14, 30

14. Are they a team player or do they prefer to be solo?

Answered

30. Finally; if your character was forced to eat one thing for the rest of their life, what would they choose and why?

Answered

[kxsecchi]

[ text ] i hope you’re sleeping good, because i’m punching you square in the face later

[text] Well, I was sleeping just fine, thanks for asking! But, I guess I'm sleeping in some more. Please don't break into my house.

[numberxiv]

[ text ] But I have a pretty face. I’m not going to buy my own drinks at the bar like some kind of fucking animal.

[txt]: Even so, are you sure you should ask strangers to buy drinks for you?[txt]: They could put something in them and you’d never know.

[betrothedbluerose-blog]

Of Roses and thorns? (closed thread)

Despite still being quite shell-shocked about the circumstances of everything that had happened so far - and who could blame even a easily-startled man like him for reacting as he had, this was the apparent 'apocalypse' you were talking about, here - Garry had decided that it was best to not 'beat around the bush' with this, as the saying went. He should try to meet whoever he'd been married to and make an effort to get along. The scientist might be more likely to tell him where Ib was and if she was safe if he was polite and got along with the miss, after all. He just...really, really hoped the guy didn't want them to start doing...those things right away.

Reason 1: it would be very inconsiderate to the lady! Reason 2: He didn't even know the first thing about the subject - goodness, he got all flustered just seeing Ib read that 'adult novel' in the Fabricated World that time!! (Why Mary had such vulgar books in her world was something he did not know. Nor did he feel he entirely wanted to know.) First things had come first, though: he'd pondered over around the unfamiliar streets and eventually found what he'd been searching for. A flower shop. There was only a sole salesperson there, who'd exclaimed they quite needed help with the shop: as apparently the place was doing well, but he was the only one there.

Well, Garry couldn't listen to something like that and not offer to help, so he'd unexpectedly found himself a potential bit of 'work experience' wrapping roses, there. He didn't mind that at all - after that Fabricated world incident, he'd found himself liking flowers even more. Roses that were your life source tended to do that, perhaps? Thoughts aside, he'd brought a bouquet of roses and left. (A shame they didn't have any blue roses, but pink would be okay, right?)

Despite the 'unnatural' city being daunting, at least the apartments were organized and easy enough to find. Apartment E7, it had been. Well...w-well. Standing at the front of the door shaking like a leaf would solve nothing. He wanted nothing more than to just hide in the nearest shadowy spot, but - he c-couldn't be a coward again! Not this time, anyway. Taking in a shaky breath, he knocked on the door firmly. Now, he just hoped the person he was 'married' to had gotten inside the apartment before him...

However, though he was brave enough to knock loudly, he found himself - for the time being - utterly unable to say a word, finding himself turning as pink as the flowers he carried.

" . . . ."

Oh dear, this was a right mess already. He just hoped the miss would like the roses, at least, if she was here.