#!spoken

[sms] so you chose to skip over the cheesy part? [sms] and when did you want this? [sms] you have to feed me food after.

[sms] you're milking this for all it's worth aren't you? [sms] you're a bit of both but it's okay because it's cute. [sms] ....blowjob or kisses. not both.

"Kim Myungsoo a.k.a Prince, the most popular gay pornstar right now." He said assuredly, a proud smile on his lips. "I only slipped down a few steps. I didn't lose my memory." He laughed, using your extended hand as leverage to lift himself back up. Though he was dizzy from the hit of his head to the concrete, he'd be fine he figured.

[sms] oh my god. the cheesiness-- [sms] you see me all the time though![sms] just take the gifts.

The surprised look that crossed over your face brought a smile to his own. Leaning in the doorway with his ankles crossed and hands pushed into the front of his jeans pockets, his raven head slowly shook. Had he only heard just the guitar playing from down the way inside the music store, he would've kept walking but the voice that sang with it made him curious. He only knew one person with such a deep voice like that and it was a voice he did enjoy. As he made his way towards the voice he grew quieter so as not to be discovered and after his own initial surprise at seeing the familiar face, he settled in to listen until the end. It was such a nice timbre that it relaxed him to the point where his eyes had closed to silently enjoy. He could appreciate a good guitar player as it was a passion of his own. However halfway through the song, his peace was interrupted by the question and a laugh escaped in his own form of surprise before he answered. "Since a few strums after you began singing. You cook, play guitar and sing. They should reserve a spot for you on The Bachelor."

[sms] depends. [sms] where are we going? do I have to get fancy or something?

He tried hard to ignore the question even as he drew your hoodie tighter around him and took a long drink from his pink lemonade, keeping his eyes locked on the movie screen. He couldn't ignore it long though. It was like a giant elephant sitting in the room to him once you voiced it even they both had known. Leaning close, he whispered so as not to disturb other movie goers. "You left it at my house last weekend. It's mine now. So no, I'm wearing my clothes." Though the hoody was at least a size larger than what he needed, he pulled the sleeves up to keep them from blocking his hands and settled back in his seat to finish watching the movie and hogging the popcorn.