Bruh.

One or both of our muses will…

….. Was that Kenny? And what the FUCK WAS WITH THAT QUESTION? A small huff, a turn of the cheek before he looked down. “….No.”

Hello, everyone! Charlotte here, aka your loyal Smorzando Mod.

Due to some personal issues and the fact I feel quite overwhelmed and uncertain modding for such a huge (but absolutely incredible) group, I’m dropping as a mod, and also my characters. It’s been an honour to have been here since the very start of Kerria Academy and to have had the chance to roleplay with you all.  Thank you to everyone who made this time worthwhile, to the mods, and to the friends I’ve made. 

Salutes and kisses everyone’s cheeks. (That’s a lot of kisses.)

So, Shishio-sensei has left! Thank you for all your hard work, Shishio-sensei, and you’ve got all our best wishes as you move on to better things.

Anyway, we know everyone’s really busy from the beach (I hope I don’t get sand in my tablet, actually…. I’m typing this from here too…) but with Shishio-sensei gone, we need a new advisor for the soccer club!

Uhm, I don’t think we’re disbanded immediately if we don’t have one but it’s easier to organize beach soccer if we do, so…. If you’re a teacher and this is a position that you’d be interested in, please submit the following form.

Name:

Class:

Reason(s) for applying:

That’s everything! Thank you for your time. Minna-san, please remember your sunblock too and have fun!

— K.I

He let out a quiet grunt when Kyle slid down into his lap. It wasn’t from the sudden drop; really, he was used to the other boy’s weight. Stan just wasn’t prepared for how they pressed together, through the thin fabric of a swimsuit and nothing more.

He had momentarily forgotten they were in nothing but swimsuits and the feeling of the thin fabric between them had his cheeks heating up again. He let out his own groan when his lip was nipped at, squirming a bit.

He leaned in and deepened the kiss after he got more comfortable, arms draping more so around Stan's neck as he let his tongue dance playfully along the other teens lips before he pulled back some, green hues finding blue ones.

They couldn't go further, not in this area, there would be other people showing up soon. "You can always calm me down." He mumbled softly and let out a laugh before he nuzzled their noses together softly and leaned back some.

"So, swimming?" He asked, although he really wanted to keep going.

"I almost didn’t. I can’t believe I slept through my fucking alarm." Stan squinted in the dim lighting of the tiki hut and moved in front of his friend. He opened the bag in Kyle’s lap and pulled out a less-strong tube of blocker, then settled onto his knees. Then, he reached out with a gentle hand and wrapped his fingers around Kyle’s ankle, to set his foot on the lower boy’s thigh.

As the taller teen moved in front of him, he hid his face a bit in the darkness of the hut, hiding his own blush. He watched the other male closely, trying to hide his own dirty thoughts and instead focusing on biting his lip and rubbing the sunblock over his own arms and chest. When he was done he made sure to get his stomach, not leaving all of the work to Stan.

After they were done, he beamed before he found himself moved from the bench, legs wrapping around either side of the taller boy. Leaning down a bit, he pressed their lips together in a soft manner, his way of thanks and because they were alone.

Friends VS Best Friends

"There is a lot to that statement and we are out in a public area." He grumbled some before standing up and scooting from the hut with a stretch of limbs. "Yea, yea, stick in the mud, right. So, ocean?" He asked, looking around.

His palms sank lower down his friends back as he hummed a little. 

"When you get done can you help with my legs while I do my stomach?" He asked, looking at Stan again. He wanted to get done so he could change and they could go have some fun. Not that he minded being alone in this small hut with his best friend. He wouldn't admit out loud, though, that his small crush was still blossoming, especially since he was terrified of losing the noirette.