i'm in transit

                    “Reciting Shakespeare? No, I tend to read the man’s work; quite admirable, nonetheless. Have you read any of his plays, my friend?” The voice sounded once more; husky, low and deep, one which had he ability of melting the hearts of thousands of women. 

Aspen seems unperturbed, unless one counts negative response, which he's got the lightest pinch of. "Not since I was in school. And I was making fun of you, you realize. It's not as nice when people don't notice."

                    Quirk of the brow; smirk on the lips, tongue jutting out to moisten them. Amused, all in all. “—-Where have thy formed such an opinion, my friend?” Jylland spoke, tone featherlight and yet demanding; strong. “For I, oh I… Where has the man gone wrong?”

"I don't know if you're trying to communicate with me or if you're reciting Shakespeare. Either way, it's disconcerting -- stop it."

                   Oh, he’s definitely amused; somewhat surprised by the presence of the other’s but, nonetheless, forever amused. —-“Pleasure,” the brunet spoke; tone thick and deep, as if a slow and calm fire was heating up though, slowly. “Name’s Jylland.”

"That's a really stupid name. I'm not even sure I want to talk to you now." Don't be mean.

With a light shrug lingering in the air while a shy smile stayed on his lips, everything finally felt like he was home. The cherry oak cabinets contrasting nicely with the black marble counter tops while the linoleum under his feet felt cool but was slowly warming. When he felt the familiar feeling in his stomach, he shook his head, using his other hand to clutch his stomach. “And we need something before my tummy is attacked by your unyielding and unforgiving kisses.” he teased, standing on his tiptoes to place a chaste kiss to his lips, settling back on his heels soon after.

"Toast is fine. Have you got any orange marmalade?" Harry's always a light eater in the mornings, and yeah, he's got a thing for orange marmalade -- so, so what? He's allowed to have things. He has quite a big thing for Louis, as a matter of fact. It's known. Which doesn't really explain why he pulls away then, of course, but he's pretty sure if he rifles around enough, he'll eventually happen upon the bread.

x

[ groans quietly ]

i found out the computers in my high school 101 class had photoshop