#forgottengang

Durante blushed darkly as he stared at himself in the mirror. He was wearing a black dress with an extremely short skirt. It was very glittery and he felt very nervous. It was his turn at the pole now so he breathed in and out as he walked out and seen all of those dumb ass perverted guys waiting to see his little show. He took a few more deep breathes and got to the pole, doing his job as he worked at the pole the best to his ability. He needed this job and it was his first time up here. He has been practicing and practicing for it. When he worked at the pole he felt like a totally different person.

i think it was like some plushie thingy idek but you sent it to me once on fanmail and you were like omg i really want this and so does braiden

it was like some thing that had 9 other things in it or something

we could dannyxbraiden where he gets him that thing that you sent me that one time

Jace sighed as he left the training room. "I swear, she trains me too hard. I love her though." He heard a noise behind him and stopped, keen ears trained on the sound.

After a few hours, he finally gave in to his emotions and went to the kitchen, anyway. He unbuttoned his pants and started to eat his feelings like he used to, behaving like he had when he was 15 after.. That. Tears ran down his cheeks, but, whatever. Food was comforting to the brain damaged male, who was so panicked by now that he was convinced of only two things: either Christian had abandoned him, or Christian was dead.

-hands you hot cocoa and post cards of palm trees-

Jace whimpered as the men surrounded him. "W-why?" The leader sneered. "We don't want no sissy faggots around here." He punched the young man, who brought his arms up to shield him. "Somebody help!"