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the-strider-man replied to your post: I’M STILL SEARCHING FOR A THEME.

dont work yourself too hard it wont be as good as mine anyway

let's get serious, my theme is gonna rock your socks off.

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I'M STILL SEARCHING FOR A THEME.

sneezes. the theme. i must. theme.

jarrodis-deactivated20181204

single, not sure how to mingle

i'm somewhat sorry about leaving my blog to rot. but. things happened. a lot of them happened. i'm sorry, i'll get to change everything as soon as possible!

hotnoiz

"Relax. You’re a good one."

> He’s so anxious. Sort of tense. At this point you just assume he speaks with a stutter and you drown it out, you had a friend that stuttered and apparently making comments about it or interrupting them wasn’t considered helpful. Neither was finishing sentences, for that matter.

"Tell me about your job."

> You look at the man who seats himself on the stool next to you and orders a water, before turning to look at John. Or, well, in his general direction.

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> The only times you were deprived of your stupid stutter were the only ones when you screamed, yelled or generally talked at a really high volume. Nothing you're used to do, since it's a miracle someone can hears you talk sometimes. You just assume you were born to be this dorky and unattractive version of John.

> Your eyes wander on him for a moment and you realize how he's what you always wanted to be: handsome and the guy the girls all wanted. The player type. And yet you are here, trapped in that body that doesn't seem yours. Tall, but at the same time quite lanky, cute but at the same time the "you're cute but I see you as a friend" type.

> You take a sip and place and the glass on table before speaking again.

"I w--work at near p--pastry shop. A--and as a second j--job I work at prank-shop... T--the one you b--buy things to prank t--the others."

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> He looks kind of hopeless and lost, you think. He’s blushing a little and his smile is clumsy, and you think he’s like a fifteen year old love-struck girl. You grin at him, and briefly imagine what your cock would look like in his mouth, but decide not to vocalize these thoughts. You’re aware that these thoughts would probably upset him or make him uncomfortable, and though you don’t control the thoughts you have, you certainly do decide if you’re going to vocalize them or not.

"No sweat, it was sort of sweet."

> You assure him and order drinks for you both. Just a coke, no alcohol or whatever. You figure he’d be against that, besides, it’s a little early.

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> You decide to look down for a moment, taking a deep breath and, a little bit after, a deep sigh, your fingers still fidgeting, torturing the little bit of skin at the side until they're red. You're kinda nervous, because you don't know how to talk to him, you don't know what to say. You're worried that you might say something he won't like, something that will change his impression of you. So you just gulp down and smile again.

"R--really? Glad you... F--find it sweet, a--at least."

> You grab the fresh coke with your hand, thin fingers wrapping against the glass and holding it tight.

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> You smirk behind your laptop. He’s such a fucking nancy boy. It’s sort of endearing though, you guess, and you turn off your laptop in favour of getting ready to see him. John. Your boyfriend. You guess. It’s just a label.

> Either way, you make your way to the bar he said to meet him at. You’ve taught yourself never to like someone as much as they like you, the only way to make things last is by being slightly less fond of someone than they are of you. Though then again, you sometimes doubt you’re even capable of feeling things so strongly. But you know John is cute and funny, good company and a good shag, isn’t that all you really need to make it work?

"Hey."

> You sit on the stool next to him, instantly resting your cheek on your hand and your lips quirking up. Howdy.

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> Even if you two are supposed to be alternates, therefore the same person only in different universes, there's no doubt that you differ a lot of from him. Starting with that everlasting innocent/dork/nerdy look on your face, your braces and your being always kinda happy, thing he seemed to be really rarely. Or, if he was, he was good at being a rather apathetic person. But you like him as he is. No point in discussing that.

> As you finally look towards him, a little bit of blush begins to colouryour cheeks, making you feel almost uncomfortable with being there with all of those people looking at you.

> You smile back, revealing your braces once more to him.

"Hey! I'm s--sorry I was kind of a dork. Before."

> You felt the need to apologize. Damn it, John.

> Oh boy! You are quite on the edge. Your poor heart is beating so fast you can't even begin to think about how it will beat when you'll finally meet him again, after your lovely chat. Not that lovely was the keyword for that, but let's ignore it for a second.

> You run out of the pastry shop, still dressed in your uniform but without apron, since it was awfully drenched in cake frosting and whipped cream. You're planning on cleaning after you return to work, but for now it's nothing that can occupy your thoughts for more than one second.

> You've planned to meet him at the nearby bar and, as you said, you're sitting in one of the stools, your thin form bent over the counter, your fingers fidgeting countinously as you look around to see if he's really coming of if he just pulled a prank on you.

> Just, look at everyone entering from that door. And hold your breath.

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it worked last time.

JOHN NO.

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ectoBeat there you have it.

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gayFart.

NO THAT'S NOT MY PESTERCHUM HANDLE STOP IT.

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