Here you can interact with my character's in whatever way you please. If you want me to do the intro, than that's a-okay :3 Or you can do it~ Whichever you want. Click on the little circles to see that particular deer's bio. Though some of them still lack bios to speak of...
Peony (Deer only + Duel shared with thecapturedplanet) o
Nivea (Deer only) o
Sebastian o
Olay o
Aveeno o
Crystal (L'oreal) o
Turkey o
Debit and Credit
Malware (NOTE: Malware, while being a deer, will only interact with humans)
Irene Whittington (Human only)
Nippers Bartleby (Human only) o
GumStick/Carbunkle Warthom o
Demyx o
Italy o
Dante Alighieri (Deer only) o
(Very epic. GumStick is a
He hung on, as if for dear life. As clamped shut as his mouth was, he still managed to respond to her.
"S-s-strong... f-f-f-fight... f-f-f-for... m-m-master..." he mumbled, in a daze himself.
Several deer were watching, but all were far too terrified to get near the fighting duo. Even if it looked like a fawn was in trouble, it was easy to tell that it was just one of the seven puppets
Then, he began to turn and twist himself. It was a perfect mimic of when a crocidile ate it's prey. He twisted around, the flesh still clamped in his mouth.
twist....twist....bite....bite....pain....pain....
Rationality had completely left him.
(EDIT: PAGE TWELVE YOU ARE MINE BWAHAHAAA...)
She bucked, back arching,
She beat her wings, taking the air beneath her in order to sit atop the steeple of the crumbling church.
"enjoy your slavery" she murred.
He didn't look up. But it
As for the fur and flesh in his mouth, he simply chewed at it and swallowed. He didn't require food in his puppet state. Why would he? But it did offer a lovely treat~
He didn't look up at her. Hell, he couldn't. But he did manage to shout, without any stammering (for he was still in his 'manic' state).
"Respect Carbunkle. No respect GumStick. GumStick bad puppet. Bad puppet. Carbunkle good human. Respect Carbunkle. Good human." and with that, he mechanically walked away, not even the injuries made him limp, his eyes reverting back to their dull grey.
she chuckled, lapping at her
"good child" she purred, watching ever still as he walked away.
That was... Amazing
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I'd be willing to throw human GumStick(Carbunkle) at you if you're still bored *pokes your blog*
After all, ya won't see much of me in two days *shrug*
Or I could just quietly fade into the wind... =u= Yer choice, I don't care ^3^ I just don't know how I'll survive in Portugal for TEN DAYS without an rp *froths* I have an addiction.... :F
pooortugaaaaal 8333333 yes
yes >3
Rp be goodzzz
I'm tempted to use Human!Patriot
unless you prefer someone else |D
Hmhm *pokes your rp blog* It
*pokes your rp blog*
It needed moar love ^^
(Backness! and... shortness.
Finn quite literally tore apart his cabinets, searching for more. He came out with containers of crackers, cereal, Chex Mix, loaves of bread, and so much more.
He threw them on the counter in front of Jergens and just stood back, as he was too shocked for words. There, he waited for the tornado known as Jergens' mouth to get to work.
(Oh hai. Leaving for vaca
Jergens looked at the myriad amounts of food that graced him. Slowly, he turned his head over to this... kind... kind savior of a man.
"I... I think I love you..."
That was all he said until he pounced on it. Hey, he tried to eat like a civilized human being. He seriously tried... but failed.
Frankly... I don't think I need to tell you what happened then. Let's just say that Finn's food supply had been reduced to... well... nil.
(I'll answer you when I get back, but I'll close the rp blog for now. Don't feel like you can't answer because of that~ ;3)
Update bump. Olayplatypus
Eee I still wanted to do
Hokay : P
(jhfhjfdh sorry I missed this
Finn slowly slid down the counter he had been leaning against, until he made contact with the floor. There he sat, watching wide-eyed as his guest ate absolutely everything. Nothing seemed to escape Jergens' black hole of a mouth.
Then, what Jergens said hit Finn like a ton of bricks, and a wide smile crossed his face. "Heh, I'm glad you like it." He said, chuckling.
(I've been on my vaca. xD So
Of course Jergens didn't mean it. He loved his food, yes, but he pretty much saw the person as a provider.
Yes indeedy, he did.
The kitchen was completely demolished. Jergens looked over and noticed that his oh-so-generous host had hit the floor. He grinned and squatted down in front of him, a few bits of food still stuck in the short bristols of his beard.
"Y'know, some guy once told me that a person can survive without food for seventy days as long as he has water. Honestly... I've only been able to raid a kitchen a few times in my life.... illegally of course." he leaned over and pecked Finn's cheek. Whether he liked him or not (he didn't), it was still fun to mess with him.
He quickly stood up and scampered back to the living room, chuckling all the way.
((I would love to whore This
The being's movement is slow, almost laboured, and yet, not, its fur and skin ripples, though not with muscle, for it appears delicate, breakable, no, it shifts like water under the caress of a gentle breeze.
Its head is not held high, and not held low, it is merely held, draping horns of the hardened night sky itself weighing down atop its head, half closed eyes, like twin stars, gleam dully from under heavy lids.
Its hooves never fully touch the ground, merely the tips, seeming as if they should break under the weight it seems to bear atop its head.
Its ears hang, swinging every so often, but never do they rise, the undersides, the few times they are turned out and seen, appear a dull yellow.
moths flit about it, coming and going every so often, visiting, whispering their hellos and goodbyes.
it walks, simply walks, and never does that pace increase.
When at last it settles atop the hill of the gods its head hangs, horns driving shallow gauges into the soft earth below, eyes mere crescent moon slits.
And yet, it is aware, fully aware, of everything that goes on around it.
The sky sees everything after all, blanketing everything beneath it in a coat of velvet and starlight, be they good or evil.
The sky sees all in the same light.
(I guess it did. xD Yes yes,
Yes yes, it's all true though. <3)
(Fail Jergens is fail. SIGH. But I was inspired. C:)
Finn sat there in shock for a moment, simply watching his guest scamper to the living room. He felt... violated. Sure, gender didn't matter to Finn, he was pretty much sexually oblivious, but this was just weird.
But, once again, Finn's short attention span took hold, and he gasped in shock. "Seventy days?! Geez, I hope you didn't go that long without food, that's not healthy!"
Of course, Finn completely skimmed over the illegal raiding of kitchens, and only focused on his little survival lesson for the day.
He tore off after Jergens, hoping he could make his stay as comfortable as possible. All the way, he wondered if Jergens had really gone without food for seventy days.
SONATA~ (BAWWWWWWWWW....
Between the statues, a little white fawn was curled between. His hooves glint a brilliant gold, because they are gold, you see?
It's to weigh him down
Lichen had grown over him from his little movement. Yes, to many deer, he had become a fellow statue. Something to be worshiped.
So obviously not.
Tears run down his cheeks. Crying in his sleep? Yes, he had been doing that so often lately.
Because all of them were dead
His eyes opened. Their color of a terrible red. He didn't move, but he sensed another presence next to him.
He breathed as silently as he could, hoping that this new visitor would take no notice of him.
Hallows~ (Guh... buh... THATISNOTFAILJERGENSTHATHASGOTTOBETHEGREATESTTHINGEVER. Th-the goddamn SMIRK is exactly how I've always seen it... It's just... DAMN I EFFIN LOVE IT. I never think of any of my characters as 'sexy' but GODDAMN I WOULD BE DAMNED IF I DIDN'T SAY THAT JERGENS LOOKS SEXY HERE. And Finn xD Jergens always knows how to make peeps his bitches, ho yesh~)
Jergens would be found sitting on the couch and stroking Mr. Nubbs, the cat he had befriended earlier. He regarded Finn with mild amusment.
God, man. Ya look like I just raped ya or something chill.
"Hurm... I might as well have." he mumbled to himself, looking around for things
(to steal)
that intrigued him. He noticed a T.V standing in front of him and pointed at it. "What the hell is that thing?" he asked, genuinely curious.
After all, Jergens had never seen one before.
The being was quiet,
Eventually, it spoke.
Or, it must have been it which spoke, for there was nobody else around to speak, and yet, its lips, its muzzle, did not appear to move, its voice was everywhere, and nowhere, velvet and starlight.
"greetings"
its voice was as slow as its movements, drawn out, as if it had all the time in the world.
Which it did, and it could do nothing else while the sun beat down upon the earth.
its head slowly drew foreward, horns dragging through the ground until it could look upon the small fawn, body seeming to inflate a bit before it exhaled.
Its breath was cold, and sharp, and sweet, like the night's breeze, dusting away the lichen that clung so desperatly to warmth and dampness.
"better"
Sonata~ He flinched when he
He flinched when he heard the... the what? Stag? Doe? What was it?
Whatever it was, it made the fawn uneasy, his ears twitched as it seemed to come closer. His body was frozen in place, and the feel of the... thing's... breath was enough to make him leap up and trot away only to trip and fall. He would have ran, sprinted even. But his hooves prevented that.
Well, it certainly was an improvent from his wasted human form, that was for sure.
He tried to speak, but his voice had given out. His paranoia had only increased when had been cursed here.
Finally, after what seemed to be a long moment, he found his voice.
"Thank you..." he was, of course, referring to the cleaning off of the lichen. His cleaner could have done that though... Of course
His cleaner was dead. Turkey was dead
They were all dead
Tears welled up in his eyes again.
The being simply sat where he
"slow, and steady, child" it said, lips moving now, but oddly, words coming before the movement, like an out of sync video.
"much more beautiful" it smiled, just a little more, "like a star you are" its head tilted for a moment, as if at last giving out under the weight of its horns, only to regain itself smoothly.
"why do you cry, little star?" it asked slowly of him.
Sonata~ He stumbled and fell
He stumbled and fell back to the ground. As a human, he would have been bruised, or even worse, it could have cut him.
It could have killed him
He cocked his head to the side, confused, but the tears did not leave. If anything, even more came.
Star... That was a new one. He shivered in the crisp air, still groggy from sleep.
"Who... What are you?" he asked, tears still plopping to the ground. His voice was not of a child, but of a young man.
Jergens... I want Jergens...
Jergens would make you go away...
But... Jergens is dead...
He lowered his head and uttered a hoarse sob.
(Bahaha Finn certainly is
I'm glad you like it. C:
I've always imagined Jergens with a smirk on his face, he's a smirky type of guy. xD)
Finn burst into the living room, only to find Jergens and Mr. Nubbs on the couch together. He glared at the cat once more before acknowledging Jergens' question and looking at where he was pointing.
"That?" Finn said uncertainly, gesturing to the TV. "You seriously don't know what a TV is? Man, have you been living under a rock or something?"
He flopped down on the couch near Jergens, seeming to forget his recent 'assault', and grabbed the remote that sat nearby. He clicked it and the TV turned on, showing the news.
"This here is a TV. It's a way to see what s going on in the world, without actually leaving your house. It also has lots of shows for entertainment, like dramas and comedies and sooooo much more." He flicked through the channels as he spoke, but then looked at his companion and held out the remote.
"Here, you try, just click any of these... He said, gesturing to the number-pad, remembering that Jergens couldn't read, and to a long rectangular button with an up and down arrow on it. "...And that'll change the channel."
it was quiet for a few
"I am the night sky" it said eventually eyes closing to those crescent moon slits it often showed.
"nothing more, dear star" its ears swung slowly for a few moments before settling once again.
"I have been called...many, things, you may call me, what you please" it paused, body not moving, as if, not breathing, and yet, again it spoke.
"in the light I am often called, Devokara" a sweet smile, "names are unimportant to me"
Hallows~ (Pffft... Why
(Pffft... Why wouldn't I? I love seeing my peeps be turned into art~)
Well, I sure as hell didn't know what that microwave-thing was...
He gasped a little in surprise when the tele turned on, watching the moving pictures on the screen. It was almost like goddamn magic
He took the remote as if it were a holy relic, and eyed it curiously. More squiggles... Lovely.
Cautiously, he pressed the down arrow and watched as the channel changed to an infomercial
"Hi, all. Lance Bass here again with the new shamwow product!"
"Why, hello Lancey." he grinned, then frowned a little as the guy kept on talking. Jebass, he wasn't very polite, that's for sure. He clicked the down arrow again to change the channel to a Calvin Klein commercial.
Ah, shirtless men abound. Jergens grinned in amusment and looked over at his companion. "You watch this?" he asked, smirking in amusement before flipping the channel again. Wait... Now it was different.
"Oh! Oh, Henry! More!" Oh. Oh my. This was different. Jergens quickly changed it and looked over at Finn, his face filled with shock.
"You watch this?" he asked again. There was a hint of fear in his voice. Something that he mentally slapped himself for, but couldn't help.
Sonata~ He slowly got up and
He slowly got up and trudged back over to it, his golden hooves feeling so much more heavy than they usually.
"I'm... I'm Faith..." he whispered, almost as if he were in a trance. His name. He told yet another stranger his name. But this thing... it was almost as if it needed to be told the truth.
Still, he was shocked to hear himself say it.
"Devokara, then." he decided. The tears still needlessly streamed from his eyes, creating a trail of mini puddles as his walked back to it.
"How did you see me?" he asked, fear evaporated. Not like it mattered either way though.
Nothing could kill him, anyway.
(Who doesn't? |D) Finn
Finn watched Jergens change the channels, pleased with himself that he had explained the TV a lot better than the microwave. As the Shamwow commercial came on, he pondered how useful it would be to have one. Hell, if Lance Bass said it works, he had to get it. Next, the Calvin Klein commercial came on and he pitifully felt his twiggy, six-packless body.
Then- ...Oh dear lord.
Finn's face immediately filled with shock and turned bright tomato red. He covered his eyes and nearly shrieked his response, "NONONO I-i swear, I d-didn't even know about that ch-channel!"
(OMG LOLING FOREVER. I desperately wanted this to happen, and I almost did it when he was going to turn the TV on, but then I decided not to. xDDDD)
Hallows~ (I couldn't resist.
Jergens didn't say anything for a little while. Wrapped up in his own conflicting thoughts. Ugh... Too many bad memories to cound... He shook it off and resumed his own cheerful attitude.
"You liiiked iiit~" he teased him, playfully poking his cheek.
He kept flipping until he came across something even more disturbing.
"New Age-Defying Jergens body lotion..."
He sat in silence, his face blank. "Does it say anything bout' you, too?" he asked, a little smile playing across his features.
Finn flailed as he was poked,
He snapped out of his little fit as the commercial came on. "I knew it! I knew your name sounded familiar!" Then he gave Jergens an odd look. "Exactly how old are you if you're named after an age-defying cream? And no, I've actually never seen anything using my name..." He replied, tapping his chin in thought.
Hallows~ (He is so cute
"Did too." he chuckled, folding his arms across his thin chest, delighted that he had gotten the last word.
He raised an eyebrow. "Uhm... Nineteen or twenty... I don't remember my birthday, just the year." he scratched his cheek, his thin beard making a thin rustling noise.
"And you?" he inquired curiously. Useless trivia about people. Another thing that Jergens liked.
(Hehe,
"Hmph." He crossed his arms as well, hoping his glare would bore holes into Jergens' head.
"Me? I'm nineteen. Heh, with the beard, I thought you were older." Finn said, chuckling at him.
Jergens grinned at Finn's
"I'm homeless. Do you think I have a razor and shaving cream on hand?" he raised an eyebrow.
"Wait... ya mean I look old? Really? Like thirties old? From the way ya act, I thought you were younger." he happily retorts.
Still... One had to wonder... Was this guy going to to college or was this basically it for him? He certainly didn't have much in the brain's department, so it wouldn't surprise him. But still...
"Ya goin' to a school or somethin'?" Jergens asked him, a bit curious.
(Going to go sleep fufu~)
"The sky sees everything" it
"from the smallest stone, to the greatest mountain" it was still again, watching closely as the fawn came closer.
A sense of peace lay around the night-sky creature, the kind of peace one might only usually find in sleep, or death.
perfectly at ease.
"Heh, I uhhh... guess not."
"Yeah, it makes you look, uhh... Mature! He said, struggling to find the right word. "And I guess that's what everyone thinks, but I do hang out with children all day, and I was always immature to begin with."
He considered Jergens' question for a moment, rubbing his chin. "I was going to go to college, but my grandfather died before the first semester started and left me this shop. This shop was his life, and out of everyone he knew, he left it to me. My dad said to sell it, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I loved this shop as a kid, and when I was growing up, it was my dream to run it. So, I kept my grandfather's dream going, instead of going to college. I still stick by my decision."
He looked at Jergens and realized that didn't even answer his question. "So no, I'm not going to school."
(tl:dr Finn pussied out of college before it even started. xD)
Sonata~ Everything. Yes. He
Everything. Yes. He had asked a stupid question, he knew that he had. Bartleby was not stupid, but he was... how would one of his old friends say it?
Breakable. Perhaps already even broken.
He reached the night creature and stared at him, a sudden calm wave passing over. He didn't even notice the blood trickle down from a little cut on his flank from the fall. Not that it mattered.
It wouldn't hurt him now.
"Do you see inside, though? The appearence of things are often much different... From what they really are." he spoke in a small voice to the 'outsider'
But was it really?
Without thought, the little fawn bumped his head against the 'outsider''s leg. Looking for comfort.
---
Hallows~ (fff, wimp)
He listened for a moment, curious, and in a way, almost disgustingly jealous.
"It must have been nice to have family that cared bout ya like that..." he mumbled absentmindedly, running a hand through his dirty locks of hair.
Well, why not? A penny for his thoughts, right? Besides, he always believed in an equal trade.
Unless, of course, he was stealing. That was different.
"I never knew any of my grandparents. Hell, I'm not even sure if my parents knew if they were still alive and doing old-people things." he mused.
"I only got up to the fifth grade before my goddamn parents took me out. They didn't think I would be worth it. Hell, they thought I was retarded for not being able to read."
"Until I turned twelve and got booted out, I had... a lot of free time..."
Enough free time to discover his own sexuality, anyway, much to the shame of his own family.
"I do not need to" it said as
It did not need to, it did not, could not, judge anyone, or anything, it saw only good, it only needed to see good.
Its ears turned again, allowing the other close, body twisting, curling, like a blanket about the fawn, the little star.
"I see, what needs to be seen"
and he could see now, that this brilliantly white star needed companionship.
Sonata~ He didn't resist,
He didn't resist, but rather welcomed the contact. It had been many years since anyone had bothered to comfort him or give him any affection.
"Selective perspective... You mean. Only it isn't that, right?" he asked, words falling flatly from his lips.
His typical snobby nature had been shattered away for now. His tiny body fell limp, and let himself to the creature's mercy. Care? Comfort?
He welcomed all contact, at this point.
"You shouldn't judge a book by it's cover, though..." he murmured.
"I see only the truth" it
"I do not judge books, by their covers, I do not judge" it explained.
a humming started, resonating from everywhere, in the same way that the great oak did, everywhere, no where, from its very body.
"little star little star rest, the blanket of the sky is here for you now" it sang softly, eyes cat-claw crescents, peaceful in every way.
Sonata~ He twitched. This
He twitched. This thing... It was singing to him. Almost like a mother to a small child.
He felt his eyelids grow heavy. He would not sleep. He had slept for many, many years now, if the growth of plant life on his body was of any indication.
"Do you see the past, then? Or the future? If you see everything." Bartleby had always been naturally inquisitive. If he wasn't, then he never would have known the few friends that he had somehow scrounged up.
He nuzzled into it's warmth, a shaky sigh escaping him.
"Do you... see me for the sinner I am? I know you don't judge, but do you see it?" he stared up at him with bright crimson eyes, blinking once. He was so curious, and yet, he was afraid.
Afraid for no reason, he knew. But he was Bartleby, and Bartleby had always been a rather paronoid type.
It smiled again, leaning its
"I see, only what has passed beneath the sky, I see only what has happened, what is happening. I do not know, what will happen" its eyes opened again, shimmering, star-lit.
"I see no sin" it whispered, voice whispy as always.
"I see a frightened child. I see a lonely boy" it said, an ear tensing, going still as a moth landed upon it.
His was limp against it.
Was he scared? Yes. He always was now. He never showed his fear as much as he did now, though.
Yes, his weakness was gone, his illnesses were gone. And he was immortal, but he still had the feeling that he needed someone. Someone to protect him.
Too bad...
Jergens was dead, Malware was dead, Nippers was dead and God knew where the Hell Alaska and Juneau were.
"I'm not a kid." he mumbled. He hated it when people treated him like a kid. Yes, he was a fawn, but certainly no child. His voice carried a childish quality, yes, but all the same, there was something very adult in his voice.
"I am... Always scared now. Getting close to people... Watching them die..." it made him feel... almost like a vampire. He would watch his friends grow old and shrivel up and die while he stayed in his own fawn form.
"You know that I'm different, then..."
It was quiet for a long long
"No" it agreed easily.
"but I see all as my children" its ears swung slowly once more, pale yellow flashing every so often, sickly pale yellow almost,
"then I will not leave" it assured.
"The night is always there, for those who need it" Devokara assured the fawn.
"Everyone is different, in their own, ways" it said simply, slowly.
Bartlbey felt almost as if he
His assurances, while comforting him, also made him all the more guilty. So many people that he met pledged to stay with him 'till the end'... He felt such remorse for people who sit and watch him. He felt that he was wasting their time, however short it may have been.
"I killed someone." he admitted, knowing that the deity probably already knew.
Finally, he asked, "Are you a God?"
"Everyone has killed someone"
"if you consider the sky, god" the ethreal being stated simply.
"I am the sky, simply, the sky...simply, the sky, in a body"
its head began to tilt foreward, as if its crown of sky was far too heavy, only to slowly snap back up.
"we are all so much more than what we seem...you are so much more, than what you seem, what you have, done"
He paused, and nodded in
And he was slowly unscrewing the lid, relieving the god-awful pressure.
"The sky is up there." he lifted his head and pointed his muzzle upward. "How can the sky be up there if you are down here?" he wasn't suspicious of this creature. In fact, he couldn't help but believe every word he told him.
"I never have done much in my lives... I couldn't, really. What's worth to note?"
(Yus he is. Jeez, as soon as
Jeez, as soon as you get back, I leave. I'm going to Lake Tahoe for the weekend, but I'm bringing a laptop in for the down-time during my mom's business. Hopefully they have wi-fi. |D
...Oh God, Finn the sentimental fruitcake is back...)
"Yeah, it was pretty nice. They can be a little overbearing at times though... Finn turned his attention to the TV as he talked, though he wasn't really paying attention to it.
"I was closer to my grandfather and grandmother than my own parents at times. Maybe because my grandparents were so accepting." He turned back to Jergens, mulling over what he had just said.
"Man, I'm so sorry, that must be terrible. If only someone had taken the time to help you, instead of thinking you were retarded. And how have you survived all these years? You were so young..." His eyes were filled with sympathy, he couldn't even imagine it would be like to be kicked out when he was twelve.
(GingerCookie! I had a bit of
A tiny figure races through the forest in the most haphazard of ways, randomly darting left or right without following any clear path or direction. She spots someone familiar out of the corner of her eye and immediately changes course directly towards him.
(Sweet and short? How its enough :x)
Hallows~ (fff... I asked for
He smiled, and fished his hand around in his pocket, bringing out the familiar wallet that he had stolen a while back.
"My old man taught me how to be a kickass pickpocket when I was little." he grimiced and tossed it over to Finn, letting him look it over.
"I had a lot of siblings. Can only really remember the name of one, though... Olay, was it? Yeah, that was it." he nodded to himself. Man, he barely remembered anything about his childhood.
All best to blot it out anyway.
"No one really gave a damn about me except her. Must have been nice to have parents that actually wanted you to do something with yer life.
Kiraki~ (Oh God, Jergens, I assume xD)
The red stag flicks an ear when he hears the sound of approaching hoofbeats. Tiny, fast little hoofbeats. He knew a lot of fawns, but it was pretty obvious that the one who was dasking towards him was Kiraki.
He refused to get up, already comfortable in his sideways sleeping position.
(OMG SHORT sorry D: )
(SIGH I wish my brother was a
Finn fumbled, trying to catch the wallet. When he finally did, he gave it a good look, and checked the inside.
"Wow, your dad taught you this? My dad only taught me how to catch a ball." He grinned, still looking at the wallet.
He looks back up at Jergens, a goofy smile still plastered on his face. "I wish I had lots of siblings like you, but I'm an only child... And I'm sorry 'bout you're folks man, I never realized how lucky I was."
His brow furrows for a moment, as his eyes focus on the wallet, then to Jergens. "Do you know where she is now?"
(Lol, I don't even have a
He smiled back. "Lazy asshole used me to do his dirty work. Go on, put it on one of yer pockets and I'll show ya." If there was one thing that he loved more than toying with others, it was showing off his talents. Pickpocketing was probably one of his best.
He scratched his chin and thought for a moment. "Not really... It was just a sign that my parents never really knew how to use a goddamn condom." he managed a small smile.
"Hell if I know where she went off to. College, probably. She was the smart one."
600 Drop it like it's
Drop it like it's hot..
BAHHA HOW MANY OF THESE HAVE I STOLEN