chocolove

✯ “I discussed once the possibility of this whole thing being just a  dream and all of us are in simulation capsules while the scientists run tests on us, but it got too dark, so I dismissed it.” Perhaps it was a place between mind and matter, dreams and reality? It’d need a lot more blue, though…

✯ Maya’s pretty open to things usually, accepting people’s attempts of humor with no problem. …Except Phoenix’s puns. Those are atrocious. “Exactly, that’s why she’s my opposite! I’m more of the heroine type that comes to save the say when the truth is about to be lost, Ace Spirit Medium Maya Fey!” She posed in a very Power Rangers like stand while saying that.

      Something had caught his attention specifically in that heroic introduction which he was about to reply to, causing him to change his mind about that. “W-Wait... A spirit medium? So... you can connect with spirits? Like an itako?” So, does that mean his theory about this all just being the Shaman Fight is plausible again? “I didn’t know there were other shamans in this place!” Before he gets too excited, he has to remember that the original conversation was about Halloween things. 

     “Obviously, I’m trying to get your day made aka get you laid. It’s your birthday you deserve a treat.” 

     Releasing the terrified shaman’s waistband, Pim took a step closer so their chests were just about touching. It was a heart-to-heart moment. Or, well, a nip-to-nip moment, if you will. Rugged hands reached and securely took hold of the glasses sitting upon Chocolove’s head. Lifting, he maneuvered them around the boy’s ears, but managed to get them caught in his poof of hair. (Which wasn’t easy to untangle by any means as this kid had a glorious mane– I mean holy shit son you could rent this head of hair out to the homeless to provide shelter on those cold nights.) Coincidentally, the task brought him rather close to the guy. Just about nose to nose, actually. Oh boy. 

     ⋉✨⋊— Bro. Bruv. Bromeo. There’s nothing to worry about, hetero or homo. Bro time was bro time, there was no shame when it came to something as sacred as this. 

     “First we gotta prepare you then the doll. I mean if you want I can even stick around and give you some eye candy to ogle at,” there it goes. His classic wink. 

      Pim snuck his fingers into the waistband of his bro’s skirt, not tugging but not really letting the other go. He just kind of chilled there fingering his bro. No homo. 

      “Sounds like someone’s shy. Don’t worry, I’m a good wife! Let me help you out,” Pim piped up.

    Pim didn’t take himself very seriously. Spending so much time locked up gave you a new perspective. You had to keep things exciting one way or another, so why care about what others thought of you? Not that he really cared much at all before that, but–

honorable chocolove moments. (i lose it at “oh my god” every time)

     Oblivious was he to the fact that he was probably unwelcome here, Pimmy waltzed right past the dark haired teen and into his apartment, “Here let me set her up for you, I mean it is your birthday afterall.” 

                                         Fuck.

She wondered briefly if ghost kitty would like to leave with her, but it seemed pretty connected to this wierd guy. Speaking of which, he seemed rather sad that she just left him in favor of petting his furry companion.

         [🐾] -- No, no, the ‘kitty’ belongs to the weird guy on the ground, thank you. “Yes, he’s mine. He’s not a kitten and I’m not kitten around.” Haha, cat puns. “He’s a jaguar. And ain’t kittens for baby cats? Mic’s practically ancient.” The ball spirit had began to morph into a full sized jaguar, transparent to the normal eye.

     ⋉✨⋊— “Alles Gute zum Geburtstag,” the wish was said excitedly as the blow-up doll was shoved at Chocolove. Demeanor changed as Pim peeked around the plastic figure, a sultry smirk upon his lips, “Promise that you’ll think of me when you use it?”

        [🐾] -- “Ah--” He watched as the girl completely ignored him and went to Mic, who was currently in ball mode. It was easier to travel that way. He was clearly pleased though, evident by his purring.

     ⋉✨⋊— Arms swung as Pim traveled across distant lands– well, across sectors, actually. See, he had heard through the grapevine that today was a certain sponge-haired boy’s birthday. That meant that it was time to bless him with gifts.  

         So, naturally, he thought the knock on the door was for one of his roommates. Since he was such a polite soul, he had gotten up, Mic floating behind, and glanced through the peephole. Oh no. Not this guy. He debated not answering it and pretending no one was home, but the kindness in his soul didn’t allow him. With a deep breath, he opened up the door, preparing for the storm.