❝Spierdalaj.❞

Thank you guys for all the laughs.

quit their job/ drop out of school | punch someone in the face | give them a lot of money | buy them a drink | take them out on a date | give them oral | let them give my muse oral | have sex with them | have rough sex with them | dominate them | submit to them | commit a misdemeanor for them | commit a felony for them | lie under oath for them | go to jail in their place | drastically change their appearance | break up with their significant other | start a business with them | marry them | kill someone for them | die for them | 

❛ please don’t go. ❜ ❛ don’t turn around. ❜ ❛ eat my dust. ❜ ❛ suck my ass. ❜ ❛ what’s for dinner? ❜ ❛ drunk i’m not. ❜ ❛ where’s your coat? ❜ ❛ bring some beers. ❜ ❛ are you home? ❜ ❛ say my name. ❜ ❛ i can’t go.❜ ❛ i’d like none. ❜ ❛ well fuck me. ❜ ❛ are you sick? ❜ ❛ i’m freezing cold. ❜ ❛ you’re all wet. ❜ ❛ are you drunk? ❜ ❛ don’t look back. ❜ ❛ it says ‘positive’.❜ ❛ run far away.❜ ❛ you are screwed. ❜ ❛ damn it’s hot. ❜ ❛ get here easily? ❜ ❛ don’t touch me. ❜ ❛ it’s cold out. ❜ ❛ just leave me. ❜ ❛ i like you. ❜ ❛ talk to me. ❜

          ❛ Not even a please? ❜  Fingers draw from hymn - speaking mouth to instead join opposites as arms crossed o’er the subtle swell of their chest.  ❛ Answer me this, Jarek: why is it you wish to have me as a friend? ❜

      Please was a word not often used-- Jarek couldn’t help but feel it’d make him sound desperate. ( Not that he didn’t already. ) Though to have his sudden outburst question would return the favor of throwing him off guard. Why was a very good question. Of all the people he could attempt to ask, what drew him to approach Saint? Not only with this, but with questions prior...    “You have a better idea...of what you’re doing.” They were wise, and it seemed as though they were at least better than himself at gaining close relationships. Plus, “Your energy is better than mine. It’s nice--”

No deleting questions, either!

(via bl-ossomed)

“You ruined everything.”

     Of course, Jarek would let out an annoyed growl as his face was shoved away. Arms immediately crossed at his chest, straightening himself up with a roll of the eyes. “Like you could do much. Don’t think I wouldn’t punch back--”

    Nao layed a knew sideways against the root, and     gave it a smack, crushing it before cutting it finely.

      It seemed the two had a very different definition on the word ‘fun’. An elbow raised to perch itself on the counter, soon after allowing face to lazily rest in his palm. Nao would be given quite the unimpressed look, as he grumbled out, “Yeah? What’s that--?”       A small pause and Jarek would continue on with, “Stomach pains from forcing my laughter?” If he could even muster up that.