winter. (open + accepting.)

[glowhoo]

{ do you guys wanna start tonight or tomorrow? }

[global.]

{ i'm unsure on how long i can
be on tonight, but i'm sure that'd be fine at least with me c:

[м o e]

{I kinda wanna start now, :3 but whenever works is good!

[glowhoo]

{ i'm down for now if you guys are. cx }

[м o e]

{Sweetness, oh and thanks Sentinel for putting him down as Khaleb Nobody, made me laugh ^^

[glowhoo]

{ aha, no problem. xD anyways we can start now :3 }

[global.]

{ haha, i had to check my form again just to make sure i had the right guy up. x3
and a-okay! who's going to start?

[м o e]

{Urm, I guess I'll post...xD

-Khaleb-Shy-Tick-17-Male-With nobody-

One hand brushing through his hair, Khaleb quietly tiptoed through the kitchen, knowing any noise would bring the wrath of his dad upon him as he snuck outside for some freedom. He opened the door and flinched as it clicked open, squeezing himself out of it and closing it gently before full out sprinting away from the house into the beautiful snow.

[glowhoo]

{ sorry if it took some time, i was setting up my posty thingy. cx }

mood : x || with : x || where : her bedroom

Cassy rose slowly, stretching her arms and rubbing her eyes. She ran a hand through her disheveled hair and peered over at the clock. It was 11:30 AM, she'd slept in. Sighing, she threw herself out of her bed and moped towards her closet, pulling on some PJ pants and an old sweater. Afterwards, she crept down the steps to grab her breakfast from the kitchen.

[global.]

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↢ { eighteen}⇝ { tags : none} ⇜ { male ♂ } ↣

Codiah Statson rolled over in bed, his hand lazily falling on the alarm clock as his nimble and yet dead feeling fingers fell upon the snooze. "Nggh.." The young man moaned, sitting up in bed with a rather dazed look, blue eyes dilating as he tried to focus on the light that shone into his room. After a few minutes of simply sitting, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and slipped on some slippers. Cody slung a simple grey tee over his chest, letting it fall on his flannel pajama bottoms with a rustled ease as he snuck his way down the stairs. No need to wake up the old lady.