Aug 16, 2015
Drake: Robbings, muggings, and weird things rumbling in the dark...
It’s almost like I never left home.
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Drake: Robbings, muggings, and weird things rumbling in the dark...
It’s almost like I never left home.
HOW HOT ARE YOUR BROS.
Vixen: HOW FUCKIN DISGUSTIN ARE YOU YOU LITTLE GODDAMN ASSMUNCHER
THIS IS DISTURBIN ON SO MANY LEVELS I CANT FUCKIN EVEN...........
Drake: ... I’m hot?
Vixen: EW EW E W EW E W E W EW E W E WE W
IM OUT
IM DONE
DONEZO
FLAMBOOZLED COCKMUNCHING
OUT OUT OUT OU T T T
PAC is a closed-user RP where only those with a PAC blog may join in on the RWBY AU goodness!
((Open for Drake at the Pits! Set a day after the dance!))
Drake: ...
please let it be known that my sister doesn’t take threats like “make me” with a grain of salt
ow ow ow my nose stings like a goddamn motherfucker...
Vixen: uuuuuu deserve it.
Drake: Please tell my sister not to go around soliciting answers about me...
Vixen: I RELISH in the attention~~~~~ LAY IT ON ME~~~
OOOH MR. PERIDOT OOOOOH
Drake:
Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY
I’m not really seeing what you’re getting–
Vixen: HOLY SHIT BRO
LIAR LAIR TAIL ON FIRE
HERE LEMME FILL THAT IN FOR MY BROSKI HERE:
Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY
THERE YAH GO DRAKE
Drake: No nO NO NO MY SISTER IS LYING
DELETE THAT
NO I DONT THINK THAT WAY ABOUT MR PERIDOT
NO
NO
STOP PLEASE
RIGHT NOW
Vixen: HEH. HEH.
HEHEHEHHEHEHE
IM GETTIN OUT THE MOTHERA FUKAN FIGS CAUSE THIS SHIT JUST GOT INTERESTIN
Drake: Oh the last thing I need to read about is all my other classmates having sex.
♦ 27! :3c
Ljósálfar: Light elves from Norse mythology. Fairer than the sun.
So Meow Mix was a morning bird. Cat? Something like that. While this made Drake no fun at parties (Miles had drawn actual whiskers on Drake during one of Team Mojave’s dorm room bashes, he still laughed about it though it had earned him a few scratches) it did mean that Miles had another jogging buddy in the am. Tony sometimes dropped out on them so it was nice to have backup. Miles was fine jogging alone but it was so much better with a friend!
The gecko tugged his muscle shirt down as he wandered outside. He had already left a message for Drake, and the latter had said he would be out shortly. That was half an hour ago, and Miles was impatient. A half dozen texts later, Miles had coaxed out that Drake was on the roof of his dorm building and would “be down in a second.”
Miles wasn’t going to wait. With a huff, and dragging his tail behind him, Miles climbed up the steps and emerged onto the roof. He made sure to drag his tail on the stairs so he could tell Drake what an inconvenience he caused him, and squinted at the bright morning sun the moment he emerged outside. Go figure, Drake was probably sunbathing or some shit--
Music chimed through the morning air, and Miles glanced in the direction it was coming from. Skimming over a old boombox, Miles saw a figure in the mist of the early morning, moving slowly but gracefully, matching the slow tones of the song like a river. It took Miles a moment to realize he was watching Drake, the Espeon faunus shirtless and dancing on bare feet, tail coiled around him and mimicking patterns that his hands traced in the air. Miles tore his gaze and glanced up at Drake’s face, seeing his gem gleam and his ears pinned back. His lips formed words, and something soft rang with the music.
Was Drake... singing?
Miles dared to draw closer, but his tail scraped against the air conditioner unit and Drake’s tail puffed, ears standing up straight and eyes going wide.
The Espeon faunus jumped, and Miles rushed forward to see... no one. The boom box continued its music, so Miles kicked it down, scratching his head. “Uh... Drake?” He called. “Man, didn’t mean ta scare yah’--”
On a hunch Miles looked over the edge of the building and saw Drake. On the ground, with his feet and one hand braced into the grass. Even from up on the roof he could see Drake’s glare and his gleaming gem. “Uh, how da fuck did yah’ get down there?” Miles called.
“You-- you jackass!” Drake spat. “You scared me and I jumped!”
“So, yah... you jumped off the buildin’?” Miles blinked.
Drake nodded, and Miles started to laugh. “Holy shit dude, is that gonna be the reaction every time I come around? Fuck, I better not scare yah off a cliff!”
“It’s not funny Miles!” Drake whined, and Miles grinned as he detected the nervous purr in his friend’s voice.
“Oh c’mon Meow Mix, it’s a little funny! I mean, good thing cats land on their feet or this would have been a pathetic way for you to die!” Miles grinned, sticking his tongue out as Drake raged down below.
“This was your fucking fault!” Drake snarled. “Don’t sneak up on me like that! Now... now get down here.”
“Whyyy?” Miles cooed.
“Because I left my keys up there,” Drake said, “and I can’t get into the building to get back up the stairs.”
That did it. Miles started cracking up, and Drake began to spit a thousand curse words in Orrean that Miles didn’t understand.
It was going to be a wonderful morning after all.