#type-nine

❝ Not really… already got my hands tied up guarding a palace, kid. Ask the next guy, ❞ the glaive spoke tersely and turned around before walking away from the strange moogle-chucking delinquent. He deduced that the younger male was hardly a threat, that is, unless the moogles somehow exploded.

    ❝ Hey! Watch where you throw that thing, man! ❞

           The mechanic let off a haughty laugh as he draped an arm            around the dragoon’s shoulders, smirking in response to the           preposterousness of his statement.  Gippal?  Enough? He            never really had enough of anything—or did he?  There was           a dull, throbbing ache in his head, but he tried to pay no mind           to it.  He leaned in and whispered slurred words to the other            male, thinking about a certain thief at such a random moment            in time.             ”Heeeeeyyy… do ya like blondes?  I like blondes~  Oho! You            must get all th’ ladies huuhnn???  Wanna show me how ya do             it?  Yanno, there’s this blonde cutie I’m tryna get atttt…”           Once again, he leaned forward to offer more hushed, secretive            words—but this time, he moved a little too close for comfort           as his lips pressed against the other’s.           But what the hell, Gippal was drunk.  He didn’t really give a shit.

sunflower guppy

nobody can tell me Zhuyu's school uniform still fu ck in fits that man is full jumbo bara