#elitecauterization

[ no he flexes his afro B) ]

Give me a number, and I will describe the physical characteristics of my character expressing it.

12.  Fear

Nervous ticks weren’t something that usually made their untimely and very unwanted appearance in the exchanger.

But—-

As fists clenched, curling tightly into firm fists, nails digging into sweaty palms right through the thick black fabric of his gloves each and every single time, it was made apparent that whether he liked it or not… something had set him off.  Something had triggered an emotion powerful enough to push through the barriers the male now frantically attempted to keep in place.  He couldn’t allow it.  But, yet against all odds, that control of his had slipped—and in the most unfortunate of circumstances too.

Yes.  He couldn’t allow it.  This time around though he didn’t have a choice nor a say in the matter.  It was about time for something natural to run it’s course like it normally should in any other individual.

Arms lay neatly folded over his chest—stiff and inflexible as though glued in place—pressed against the dark fabric of his sweater and firmly into his chest, the male’s resulting posture tense and at a slight tilt, almost as though he were subconsciously leaning away from what appeared to be a gesture of genuine kindness as far as the other individual in this situation was concerned.  And as the danger drew impossibly close—how had he not  backed away and made a run for it already?—Silver could almost feel the color drain away as his facial features lost their color, turning a sickly pale, beads of sweat forming on his forehead following suit shortly afterwards.

The chance that he could take back that self-control the exchanger previously had  in order to force neutrality into his features once more slowly diminishing with each and every passing second.  So he takes a step back instead, balance wavering momentarily before it’s regained.  The male’s emotional state might not be at its best but, that didn’t mean he couldn’t at the very least remain standing on his own two capable feet.  Lips pressed into a tight line, jaw clenching out of slight frustration that had somehow managed to worm it’s way into this mess.

Another step is successfully taken backwards, the chances of withdrawing from this situation increasing with such successes.  Perhaps if he made it to that door in the corner of the room and somehow turned the knob, things would be alright afterall?

One by one, the aforementioned action was repeated, retaining his balance increasing in difficulty with each one as movements became more and more rushed—frantic almost—that is until he made that one critical error in his movements, something that quickly proved to be far too great to fix before the consequences came into play. 

3: Nose Kiss

f uck ill find you!!! ok NO ONE INSULTS ME, FLINT AND GETS AWAY WITH IT

so u like licking ice cream off chicks 

aaaaannNNND some kinky as fuck action play like being called master????

whats next?? bein call ed daddy??? gross

well now that you mention it.

your mom calling me that was a odd kink.

guess that means I am your daddy now.

Fave: Who could better fit the best Fire type other than Infernape?! Those smooth moves, that great animal instinct, a powerful mind and lithe body! Then again I suppose I’m biased, part Fighting type and all, but of all the Fire/Fighting hybrids Infernape is surely the strongest! 

2nd fave: Why Arcanine, naturally! A beast of legend if there ever was one, Arcanine is the best of all pure Fire types, the most loyal, and the most fierce. 

Cutest: I can’t resist the charm of a lil stumbling Torchic. That thing could melt a heart of stone!