r☮ck & r☮ll

i’m gonna respect your dick later — these two weirdos eye-fucking each other in a totally non-objectifying kind of way. [x]

    “mine smells slightly like lemon pledge. probably. i’ve never stuck my nose near an open wound. so.”

    "i don't even want to know what mine smells like, mate. probably like fucking... weed and wonderwall or something."

He’s laughing. He’s laughing a lot! This is great. This is hilarious. What the fuck is happening? He didn’t even care any more. This was fun! “WE’RE NO STRANGERS TO LOVE!! YOU KNOW THE RULES, AND SO DO I!!!" He’s not even playing his guitar any more.

He lets out a pleased laugh, puts down his guitar, gets up, and sings like it'll save his life. Metaphorically. "HEY JUDE, DON'T MAKE IT BAD. TAKE A SAD SONG, AND MAKE IT BETTERRRRRRRR."

    “i don’t even think my blood is even blood anymore. i think it’s. like. half-honey, half-coffee.”

    "mine's half-awesome, half-sexy. maybe a few cobwebs or something."

What the fuck was that? Was that an original? An original song? Whatever. This was getting interesting. Because Retto can do that too. “Soft kisses to my thigh, take my love and take me high. Feel my passion and let it burn, whisper ‘I love you’ and then it’s my turn. Lips to lips, the spark of our chemistry; touch me, feel, send me your energy.”

Shit. He hasn't actually written a song in a long time... All him and Dale do is Wonderwall covers... Time to break out the Phil Collins. "How can I just let you walk away, just let you leave without a trace, when I stand here taking every breath with you? Ooh-ooh."

He raised an eyebrow at the other singing at him. He’s actually pretty annoyed, in a way. Obviously this stranger doesn’t understand how busking works. On the other hand, Retto really wants to sing something back. So he did. “Making my way downtown, walking fast, faces passed and I’m home-bound—" Guitar solo!

                    I'm dead, you're dead,                     let’s paint the town red.                     Get drunk, get wasted,                     get high, get pasted..."

“It’s a little bit funny. This feeling inside. I’m not one of those who can— easily hide. I don’t have much money, but boy if I did, I’d buy a big house where we both could live— yeah, if yo just put your money int he case right there.”

"Today is gonna be the day when they're goona throw it back to you. By now, you shoulda somehow realised whatcha gotta do. And I DON'T BELIEVE THAT ANYBODY feels the way I do about you nooooow." It's not particularly good, but he hasn't warmed up yet, and what better way to tell somebody you don't have any money to give them, but still appreciate their music, than playing one of the best songs in the universe at them.