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Post by Dross on Sept 21, 2015 12:06:40 GMT -5
His knuckles and feet patted slightly against the cold tiles of the corridor. He strutted in hush tones as his monkey walk let him prance on. It was all normal for him, today that was. The sun was shinning, birds were chirping he had even discovered a new thing the night before called a bed. Oh the wondrous bed and its covers. Sending him into comforting bliss filled sleep. The bed was the only thing in his mind until, he heard them. Their loud bickering and yelling filled the long corridor from an empty classroom.They were definitely older than him and more mature to he could tell simply by heir words. Never had he heard such loud ferocious words. The obscenities filled the room and his ears as he took in every bit of angered information they spoke. His motionless wide eyed emotion void face watched them as they exited the classroom and yelled down the hall way out of his ears and site. His face although it didn't show it filled with curiosity. How would others feel about this? How would they react if he said it? What were these words they yelled, and much more filled his brain. He turned down the hallway and strolled slowly he now had a new objective one he would certainly check off his list. |
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Post by Angelica Butthewer on Sept 21, 2015 18:04:19 GMT -5
She was bored, it was boooring. Horribly boring at that. Nobody went nowhere, doing nothing, meaning that she'd end up doing nothing too, especially because something that was nothing to others was not around so she could transform it from something into lots of something, or alternately nothing, by taking it apart. In that sense, it was likely in her best interest to squirm around and maybe worm around on the floor. At least considering that there was barely anyone where to interrupt her worming around...
In that sense, Angelica flopped down on the floor and drew snow angles without snow, before effectively inching herself forward by spontaniously alternating between bending and extending her legs, shooting forward a few centimeters with each attempt.
Of course the ill-fated attempts were not to succeed in much, aside from slipping over the floor in a fairly disgraceful manner. Finally, something came into her reach... it was a pair of legs! Without any further delay, Sic reached higher, pulling herself up on the leg with the expression of a zombie that had just eaten fresh brains in soysauce. "Booooooooreeed...~" She let out, with a sour expression, pulling herself further up that person, with no regards to gravity and it's issues with having about 52kg of manmeat hang on a pair of pants. Well... things would likely go south soon enough anyway. That or something similar, was going on the in the head and body of Angelica Butthewer... who may or may not be hewing a butt right this moment.
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Post by Dross on Sept 22, 2015 22:15:38 GMT -5
Coming face to face was a new thing for him. His nose touched hers as he felt her softness a new sensation that he hadn't felt before. This coupled with his new found words he just had to try them he just had to. His mouth parted as he spoke. "You. Dirty. Bitch." His words stung harsh as he spoke aloud saying this with a nonchalant emotionless manner. His words spoke aloud as he mimicked all the words he had heard, not caring to fight her off. |
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