Oct 9, 2014
uncannymonster replied to your post“uncannymonster replied to your post“Don’t get it in my hair.”...”
THE TEMPTATION IS STRONG TBH
yOU KNOW YOU'RE TOTALLY WELCOME T O AT ANY TIME just say the word ww
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uncannymonster replied to your post“uncannymonster replied to your post“Don’t get it in my hair.”...”
THE TEMPTATION IS STRONG TBH
yOU KNOW YOU'RE TOTALLY WELCOME T O AT ANY TIME just say the word ww
"Don't get it in my hair." (uncannymonster)
SAY ONE OF THE FOLLOWING TO MY MUSE TO SEE HOW THEY REACT (Innuendo version)
"I thought you loved me!"
“Hm? But I do love you. Maybe you just don’t know what that word means?”
uncannymonster:
"Oh, you jokester! Man, you’re even funnier when no one’s around! A shame they can’t hear you teasing from here, isn’t it? Ahh, well, I suppose we ought to rejoin the others, unless you’d rather try sleeping again?~”
"I'd have a feeling you'd just tip the bed frame next, thanks."
He might have been the recipient of the rudest wake up call, but that was about the only thing coloring his tone in such a gruff way; considering how pleased Kano looked with himself...
"I think you should get down here before I come back up." Do you think I won't hold you?
→ You're p r e c i o u s after all.
Compared to his normal scarlet presentation, his bedclothes consisted mostly of dark articles--no surprise, considering he had only shed his jersey to sleep.
It was surprisingly hot in the room; then again, was it any surprise for such a despicable guy to sweat even in his sleep? He hadn't even bothered to open the window before laying himself down at last, ears still ringing with the unmixed vocals of IA. He'd spent most of the night trying to place together some beat rather than discordant, ending up with a bass line made with only half notes and a harmony made with a mind that was breaking like a cello's bow as the instrument was played.
Despite Shintaro's inability to string together calming notes, his body, at least, could pretend to be at peace; the stillness was hardly disturbed, even the expected up and down of his chest barely present for the way in which he breathed with his stomach.