Scribbles

Please reblog if you’re up for a platonic friendship. I don’t think that there’s nearly enough friendships in rping without the expectation that their characters are gonna do the frickle frackle and I don’t know about you, but there is a lot more to life than sexy times~

my theme sucks my life sucks help

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A certain guilt puts a need to apologize for his lack of extraordinary social skills, especially when every word from the other man is undeniably surprising. Unsure of why nor how, Tao decides to pin it on the kind image he’d somehow made up of the man, but even then he wasn’t confident in his reason. It was really just the lack of sleep embedding his thoughts and reactions with an oddness that would stay there until sleep came and washed it clean. “Well, I’m a bit on the lactose intolerant side so I’ll go for juice, and you don’t really have to be that fucked up to drink alcohol in the morning. You just have to have the right cravings,” he voices in reply with slight regret at the end of his sentence, he’d have to stop rambling at inopportune times, especially when dealing with topics that could ruin first impressions.

"Is it bad that I just imagined you in the bathroom after a nice glass of chocolate milk..." He doesn't know why, but the image comes across inside his mind, this boy with quite the sincerity stuck in a public toilet. "Cravings are everywhere, some choose to blatantly seek after their desires, I am not one of them..." His mind is a lot more lucid, he's definitely more aware of what's going on, though the boy's name does slip his memory as he carries on walking forward. "The place is up there, it's a pretty solid place, small and quiet." He points up ahead at a small diner, probably family-run.

{ TXT to emergency only } I need a place to crush at, and I can’t ask the police for that, now can I? Dude, I really need your help here.

[text] ... room 630, three knocks, one knock, one knock.