Describe yourself on anon and I'll say if I'd date you.

Age, gender, height, eye and hair color, then tell me what your favorite something (hobby, class, music, etc) and what kind of date you want to take me on.

First person to put a ┼ in my inbox gets to be my boyfriend/girlfriend for 5 days.

[Ep. 64] — Holding hands

[text]Okay, I will just get ready and bring my own crew.

My muse's phone has been off for three days. What sort of text messages or voice messages does your muse leave for them?

"Then— what are you? A female drunkard?" He kept tagging after her in fear that she would lose her balance any second because well, anyone could tell her walking pattern was out of the ordinary and that repulsive smell she was oozing… He just couldn’t find an illustrative word to describe it.  "Yah… You do realize that you’re going in the wrong direction, right? Your house is over there." He pressed his lips together to stifle a chuckle.

Looking at the other direction she parted her lios in an o shape. "Right! but wait, how do I exactly get to my place." A giggled escaped her lips as the alcohol got more into her system. "Oppa! Take me home, but before going home can you buy me some fish cakes? I want the ones that look like a cute fish!" A wide drunken smiled form on to her lips as she tried her best tos tay in place. "Please...."

"By that, you mean I’m annoying ninety-nine percent of the time we spend together and well, I’m glad you still haven’t done any damage to my face. I believe the result would be irreversible, considering your strength." Despite his words, he returned the smile to match her contagious one. "Though I’m thankful for having you as a friend. You’re a precious one, that’s for sure."

"I don't think I could punch you, because even if I try to you are just gonna act all cute and I might as well forget about it!" She chuckled slightly, as her arms held on to the tall boys leaning on higging a small hug. "Don't worry, I'll be always here! Unless I'm sleeping, don't bother me."

"First of all, it’s not suitable for a lady like you to be drinking all by herself. Secondly, I’m offended that you didn’t invite me." His lips set in a pout and his eyebrows knitted together more in a silent manifestation of slight anger than disappointment. "Yah, is there a reason for you to be yearning for drinking? Is something wrong?" His expression eased back into a look of concern as he patted her head in a consoling manner - or so he thought. 

Her words came out a bit drunkenly and so where her actions. Moving her finger around as she spoked her eyes formed a squinting motion. "First of all! I am not a lady! You should know that." Nodding her head in an all serious note she wobble towards the side of the street. "I am fine! I just needed a little bit of a drink, just a little tiny bit."

[Msg] Well. Now I want a little fat dragon instead of a microwave.