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Ahhhh, so I just started this account but already I have to take a break from it! My new friend jinsunpyo_18 insisted I do a nanowrimo with her for march, since I was too busy to do it in november. But... that's okay? I guess. Since I haven't started anything, there's no one to disappoint! ^__^
Ahhh, Zanni_smile, I'm very very sorry your rp is on my journal *bows* At the time I thought it would be funny and jinsunpyo_18 wanted to hide it SO well. But now I feel guilty that it's taking you so long to find it! It was kind of cruel.... ahh, I'm sorry! At any rate, please use my journal for as long as you like. Don't hate me! (cowers)
February 27th, 2008
February 25th, 2008
“Charles?” Jay asked, and Metis nodded, nibbling on his lower lip nervously. Yeah ok, so this was pretty much the whole point of this whole thing, Charles finding out, right? But… there was something about the heat of Jay’s legs, the weight of his gaze, that made May want to keep the scene kid all to himself. At least… for awhile. They both stared at the phone as it thrummed in May’s hand, but before either one of them could press ignore or answer, Odette had scrambled over the back of the chair and plucked the phone from his hand, answering it with a mischievious sparkle in her eyes and a playful grin on her lips.
“Hello? Oh heeeeeyyyy Charles! This is Odette. Tch, you totally should have come to poker night with May, the stakes have been pretty high. Oh what, you want to talk to Metis? Well, let me just put him on.” Smiling brightly, she handed the phone to Jay instead. Metis’ mouth sagged open, the poor boy couldn’t seem to find a single syllable in his vocabulary to protest or encourage the prank. Licking his lips, he tried to ignore the squawking in his mind and instead slipped the tips of his finger beneath the bottoms of Jay’s boxers, inching up over the curve of his legs in towards the apex of his thighs. Watching the other with wide eyes to see what he would do.
“May? Where the hell are you, I thought you said you were only going to stay for a couple of games. You promised you’d make me dinner.” The blonde misfit whined over the phone into Jay’s ear, oblivious of the change of status in his best friend and pseudo-semi-irregular-lover. “You owe me!”