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wake up dead man ( accepting ) — @belayadeaths

Crack.

Ow.

Plastic suddenly splinters between enamel cased tension. Which is to say — he'd been so shocked over such blatant vulgarity that he almost bit through his damn pen. Thankfully his teeth didn't punch through the ink cartridge ( she'd never let him live that down ), but an ache now shoots through his gums.

MISCELLANEOUS SENTENCE PROMPTS | STILL ACCEPTING

"A big deal!? You nearly caused an international incident with that little stunt you pulled." The king rubbed his temple. "Yes. I would say that counts as a 'big deal'..."

she was so silly and people hardly knew that about her. only her closest, and clark was lucky enough to be considered near and dear. oh so lucky. he could admire her through her many sides. be it jagged or smoothed much like what a diamond endures to become polished and glamorous. his father always said too always keep an eye for diamonds in the rough... and boy howdy was he right. now he looks at her parading around him with sly and exaggerated steps. it reminded him of how cats stepped in the snow, long and elongated. atop her head was one of his cowboy hats. only ever worn when he visited the county fair back at kansas. it suited her even if the tan color contrasted her usual white. heck, anything suits her. he didn't mind a single thing.

a laugh came from him fueled by her little show. she walked a circle around him and his eyes did not lose her not even when she was right behind him. head over heels was an understatement. the love kal held for her could only be described the same way the sun loved the moon. hugely,   wholey,    entirely.     ❝   look at you, ya' pretty filly. lookin to wrangle me in ?  ❞ as byasha came close to clark just in front his hands found her hips and her own around his nape. she head to tip the hat back just so their eyes could meet. and the pair of them could not stop their affectionate giggles and laughs. it was moments like this that kept clark so allured by her : the joy byasha brought to his heart.

clark pressed the hat down to her so her view of him was obscured. and in that moment he pressed his hips upon her. a smirk was on his lips as he swayed her and they both slowly spun around the room by his guidance onto the bed. a playful dance as if in a ball room just before falling right into the plush mattress. ❝ i don't have to head into the office for another hour ... ❞

Oh hi

i lawyered up, bud. sorry...