#bonbondouce

Another problem... great, he just had to find another thing wrong with his bike as he tossed the wrench across the garage in frustration. This wasn’t going to bode well since he was due to go back outside for a look around.

He shrugs with an emotionless stare, "its a bouquet of damn flowers" He dryly tells her with a hard shrug of a shoulder. "Does it look like, i really care?" He asks her, raising his eyebrows at her. They both hated each other - plain and simple.

Sexual Sunday - Color edition!

Blue: Random turn-on - Nervous smiles.

Blue-violet: Random turn-off - He doesn’t really have one. At least, none that he can consider or think of.

Send me a url and muse will talk about them.

"Oh really? I have to speak about these two? At least it’s in the same damn ask" He shrugs and grunts loudly, rolling his head slightly to crack his neck, as he tries to dissolve the irritated feeling that settled beneath his skin, these two annoyed him. "I’ll put it simple, I don’t like either of them - Bridgette is a bitch, plain and simple and her lover boy, Mr.Scratch is a parasite - that's putting it very lightly by the way" He shrugs again and grumbles, rolling his eyes. "Is that enough?"