#cvmkilla

and with that he figures he’s played enough--abruptly dropping the facade at its climax and letting a bemused chuckle slip from his lips. “but yeah, you should know i’m not into that mpreg shit... damn, i’m a good actor though, aren’t i? wah, i should get an award or something.”

i always want to frickle frackle 

THANK YOU!!!! ayeee check my IG; ima be posting. ; )  i’ll text you when i get there cries, just in case if AIM is fucking up or i dont have data. snorts. 

“mm,” he hummed, the tone teetering its way between flats and sharps until he finally shrugged, “they a’ight. why? were you going to buy me some, miss cam?”

Mingming winced when he felt the hand go near the small gash in his leg. “A little. Be careful.” he mumbled, frowning down at it. “I don’t even know how it happened. Who leaves things in the middle of a dance room?” he questioned, the words being spoken more to himself as a thought than to the female. “I’ll be okay though. I’ll go get it bandaged up and it’ll be as good as new.” he lied. He knew he wouldn’t be able to dance on that leg until it healed.