by tavros. » Mon Jan 07, 2013 6:34 am
Michael's face fell. He got up, walking into the kitchen to see a red faced Alex, leaning against the counter. Michael grabbed his waist, pulling him close. "I'm not hungry," he said quietly, then kissed him softly, leaning slightly forward.
"No problem," she said happily, getting a glass of water for herself, as well.
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VRISKA: What sort of hideous dimwitted 8aloney drivel are you spouting out your prattle socket this time?
TAVROS: wHAT i MEAN IS,
TAVROS: i *CONVINCED* THEM ALL TO JOIN ME, vRISKA,
TAVROS: uSING WORDS,
TAVROS: aND SMILES,
TAVROS: aND FRIENDSHIP, }:D
VRISKA: No...
TAVROS: nO?
VRISKA: NO........
TAVROS: bUT,
TAVROS: hAVE YOU CONSIDERED,
TAVROS: yES???
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