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"Makeout session?"

‘well for starters, you look quite dashin’ly handsome, young lad.’ with the pad of his index finger, he tipped the male’s chin up to inspect the other male’s seemingly handsome features. god is quite a playful one, he couldn’t stop having one handsome beast so he created more, well, the more the merrier. ‘and second, you’re not my long lost brother now are ya?’ jester elicits a boisterous laugh as he slips a hand across his shoulders with a grin splayed on his lips. white pearly teeth visible. ‘the name’s jes, mista’ j for you, pleasure to meet you –– uh, your name is..?’

he was antsy, impatient and very restless at the moment. the jess in the box toys were a hit, and ‘course, every successful business there will always be a problem, a rocky road sort of problem. because right in front of his toy shop, stands another toy shop, no, it can’t be. once the male heard this through the phone he bolted up from his bed, hair slightly puffy, and clothes, well, from his normal work outfit, casual attire, he is still on his pjs, and a black tank top draped with a jacket, where he doesn’t know when he bought it. he slammed the door shut, with much anger, and keys clutched tightly on his palm. ‘tell me is this a FUCKING joke?!’ 

there’s a pregnant pause–– and like everyone else, his mind goes haywire. he doesn’t know what to do, there are instances where he felt the urge of blood lust in him. ‘twas clouding up his thoughts, and he never felt this p a i n for so long and he embraced it with both hands, welcomed it, because he missed, oh so missed this masochistic feeling. there he is standing in the middle, people passes him by, weird looks reciprocated with a cock of his brow, his lips were chapped and dry, there it goes, down to his esophagus, through his larynx, he couldn’t breathe properly, the asphyxiation was killing him bit by bit. 

‘certainly this is not just a part of my costume, young lad.’ there was this revolting smile curled up on each side of his lips, skin as white as snow, lips red as blood dappling across his mouth as an explosive laugh spills through his mouth, ‘HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA’ jester oh, oh the madman, circles along the poor man, so young, so so d e l i c a t e. ‘ya see this mate?’ index finger pointed agains his cheeks, on the each end of his lips there’s a long cut, deep, red, mangled and fresh, ‘newly cut eh?’ as if on cue he took the male’s pale, soft, finger and placed it in between the prosthetic scar, ‘got’cha good eh, sweet heart.’ 

‘found ‘nything interesting, miss?’ one hand propped up against the wooden shelf, rows of toys placed neatly on it. his free hand tucked beneath the pockets of his slacks. piercing gaze fixated upon the female’s startled visage. a small simper curled up on each corner of his mouth, was it a simper, or a playful, mischievous smirk? ‘twas restocking day, meaning new toys would arrive ‘ny minute soon, various of toys he and the board members picked that’s pleasant for the lil’ kids to play. and meetin’ a young lass lurkin’ around h i s toy store piqued up his interest. ‘cause we’re sort of restocking ‘nytime soon, i guess ya might want somethin’ new than the ol’ rags.’

oh and is someone interested in role playin’ with a joker ( sort of ) jongin ‘ere? uh. this is a plot call i guess? mh. profile is up as well. uh, just a lil’ sneak peak on him. and i hope we could be friends. uh, thanks, and well. like this for a random starter.