we all have our scars

fuck no | no thanks | eeeh | not sure | I’d give it a shot | sure why not | omfg yes | there go my pants | holy fuck take me now

-“It’s time to teach you a lesson.”

          “Oh you know, busy as usual….                         “You’ve still got a bit of face paint on you. Better wipe that off before the others see it.”

          Simon was quick to wipe that God awful mousse from his face, "-- Busy melting all the boys hearts with those eyes, hm?"

         Kieren chuckled softly, before giving the other a little nod of agreement.  ”I’ll try to, but there’s not guarantees there.”

          Settling his hand upon Kieren's neck, Simon used his thumb to brush over his jaw, "I enjoyed meeting your parents, they seemed pleasant enough."

          “I know, but I just wanted a nice, normal dinner. I just can’t believe Jem just let him continue.”

          "We don't even eat, dinner isn't normal." Simon teased, reaching out to rest his hand against Kieren's shoulder, "Stop worrying."

"Well it’s a huge deal..You shouldn’t sneak on people…I almost had a heart attack.."

          "I'm nowhere near as scary as you're making out right now."

(requested by acesam)

          "-- You can't foresee the future, Kieren, don't apologise for his actions."

      "Why thank you." She smiled. "How’s the all mighty prophet?"

          "Not quite almighty, I've had a long day -- yourself?"

          "-- You know Mr. Disciple always has time for Miss. Amy."