Rly tho.

don’t hug me I’m drugged

i can totally see this becoming a thing… i just don’t know yet whether that’s good or not

of course it's a good thing

nah, he ran into her knife

he ran into her knife ten times

HE HAD IT COMING

HE ONLY HAS HIMSELF TO BLAME

IF YOU’D HAVE BEEN THERE

IF YOU HAD SEEN IT

I BET THAT YOU WOULD HAVE DONE THE SAME

Rly tho.

don't hug me I'm drugged

*Teacher Voice* I’ll wait

tHATS THE FACE THATS THE FACE EXACLTY

Tony’s voice I just -furiously fans self-

"Marvelous~"

"….What??"

"Don’t you think my voice is," He…

She uses her hands to cover her face in embarrassment. “D-damn it Tony…”

"Mar-vel-ous~. Mar-vel-ous." He chants seductively. He loved teasing the notebook, but he wasn’t going to go too overboar with it.

Sketch growls slightly, and yanks him by his bowtie, kissing him for an few seconds. When she pulls away, she turns away with a huff and the crossing of her arms, cheeks lit up brightly.

He smiles and reaches around her and grabs her hand, pulling her backwards, but also spinning her eloquintely as if in a Tango Dance into his arms. “Don’t be mad. There’s time for more, if you desire.” He whispered with a smile.

"Damn you Tony," She repeated in a quiet voice, cheeks completely lit up red. Though she certainly wasn’t apposing his offer…

With his arms around her waist, he gently kissed her lips, pink lightly dusting his face.

Her eyes fluttering shut, she quickly returned the kiss, smiling into it happily. What she didn’t notice was the fact that now her ink was dripping down onto his suit.

He smiled, closing his eyes. He only opened them when he felt a warm sticky substance on his glove. “Paige…are you leaking?” He asked teasingly. Ink stained his gloves and sleeves. A few drops hit his shoes.

Her eyes opened and glanced down to the ink-stained clothing. Then she looked back up at him. "…Yes?"

He raised an eyebrow. “Are you saying you can’t control it?” He asked.

She shook her head. “Noooo, not really.”

"Well this is all going to have to go in the wash." He said, gesturing to his whole suit. "You're dripping everywhere."

Tony’s voice I just -furiously fans self-

"Marvelous~"

"….What??"

"Don’t you think my voice is," He…

She uses her hands to cover her face in embarrassment. “D-damn it Tony…”

"Mar-vel-ous~. Mar-vel-ous." He chants seductively. He loved teasing the notebook, but he wasn’t going to go too overboar with it.

Sketch growls slightly, and yanks him by his bowtie, kissing him for an few seconds. When she pulls away, she turns away with a huff and the crossing of her arms, cheeks lit up brightly.

He smiles and reaches around her and grabs her hand, pulling her backwards, but also spinning her eloquintely as if in a Tango Dance into his arms. “Don’t be mad. There’s time for more, if you desire.” He whispered with a smile.

"Damn you Tony," She repeated in a quiet voice, cheeks completely lit up red. Though she certainly wasn’t apposing his offer…

With his arms around her waist, he gently kissed her lips, pink lightly dusting his face.

Her eyes fluttering shut, she quickly returned the kiss, smiling into it happily. What she didn’t notice was the fact that now her ink was dripping down onto his suit.

He smiled, closing his eyes. He only opened them when he felt a warm sticky substance on his glove. “Paige…are you leaking?” He asked teasingly. Ink stained his gloves and sleeves. A few drops hit his shoes.

Her eyes opened and glanced down to the ink-stained clothing. Then she looked back up at him. "…Yes?"

He raised an eyebrow. “Are you saying you can’t control it?” He asked.

She shook her head. “Noooo, not really.”

"Well...my voice must be really amazing if it can make you leak." He winked suggestively.

i wanna know the story behind this

Tony’s voice I just -furiously fans self-

"Marvelous~"

"….What??"

"Don’t you think my voice is," He…

She uses her hands to cover her face in embarrassment. “D-damn it Tony…”

"Mar-vel-ous~. Mar-vel-ous." He chants seductively. He loved teasing the notebook, but he wasn’t going to go too overboar with it.

Sketch growls slightly, and yanks him by his bowtie, kissing him for an few seconds. When she pulls away, she turns away with a huff and the crossing of her arms, cheeks lit up brightly.

He smiles and reaches around her and grabs her hand, pulling her backwards, but also spinning her eloquintely as if in a Tango Dance into his arms. “Don’t be mad. There’s time for more, if you desire.” He whispered with a smile.

"Damn you Tony," She repeated in a quiet voice, cheeks completely lit up red. Though she certainly wasn’t apposing his offer…

With his arms around her waist, he gently kissed her lips, pink lightly dusting his face.

Her eyes fluttering shut, she quickly returned the kiss, smiling into it happily. What she didn’t notice was the fact that now her ink was dripping down onto his suit.

He smiled, closing his eyes. He only opened them when he felt a warm sticky substance on his glove. “Paige…are you leaking?” He asked teasingly. Ink stained his gloves and sleeves. A few drops hit his shoes.

Her eyes opened and glanced down to the ink-stained clothing. Then she looked back up at him. "…Yes?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Are you saying you can't control it?" He asked.

Tony’s voice I just -furiously fans self-

"Marvelous~"

"….What??"

"Don’t you think my voice is," He…

She uses her hands to cover her face in embarrassment. “D-damn it Tony…”

"Mar-vel-ous~. Mar-vel-ous." He chants seductively. He loved teasing the notebook, but he wasn’t going to go too overboar with it.

Sketch growls slightly, and yanks him by his bowtie, kissing him for an few seconds. When she pulls away, she turns away with a huff and the crossing of her arms, cheeks lit up brightly.

He smiles and reaches around her and grabs her hand, pulling her backwards, but also spinning her eloquintely as if in a Tango Dance into his arms. “Don’t be mad. There’s time for more, if you desire.” He whispered with a smile.

"Damn you Tony," She repeated in a quiet voice, cheeks completely lit up red. Though she certainly wasn’t apposing his offer…

With his arms around her waist, he gently kissed her lips, pink lightly dusting his face.

Her eyes fluttering shut, she quickly returned the kiss, smiling into it happily. What she didn’t notice was the fact that now her ink was dripping down onto his suit.

He smiled, closing his eyes. He only opened them when he felt a warm sticky substance on his glove. "Paige...are you leaking?" He asked teasingly. Ink stained his gloves and sleeves. A few drops hit his shoes.

Tony’s voice I just -furiously fans self-

"Marvelous~"

"….What??"

"Don’t you think my voice is," He…

She uses her hands to cover her face in embarrassment. “D-damn it Tony…”

"Mar-vel-ous~. Mar-vel-ous." He chants seductively. He loved teasing the notebook, but he wasn’t going to go too overboar with it.

Sketch growls slightly, and yanks him by his bowtie, kissing him for an few seconds. When she pulls away, she turns away with a huff and the crossing of her arms, cheeks lit up brightly.

He smiles and reaches around her and grabs her hand, pulling her backwards, but also spinning her eloquintely as if in a Tango Dance into his arms. “Don’t be mad. There’s time for more, if you desire.” He whispered with a smile.

"Damn you Tony," She repeated in a quiet voice, cheeks completely lit up red. Though she certainly wasn’t apposing his offer…

With his arms around her waist, he gently kissed her lips, pink lightly dusting his face.

what do they have in common? 

FUCK YOU WHY!?

My parents are dead

Damn…..

Tony’s voice I just -furiously fans self-

"Marvelous~"

"….What??"

"Don’t you think my voice is," He…

She uses her hands to cover her face in embarrassment. “D-damn it Tony…”

"Mar-vel-ous~. Mar-vel-ous." He chants seductively. He loved teasing the notebook, but he wasn’t going to go too overboar with it.

Sketch growls slightly, and yanks him by his bowtie, kissing him for an few seconds. When she pulls away, she turns away with a huff and the crossing of her arms, cheeks lit up brightly.

He smiles and reaches around her and grabs her hand, pulling her backwards, but also spinning her eloquintely as if in a Tango Dance into his arms. "Don't be mad. There's time for more, if you desire." He whispered with a smile.

Ladies first. -He bowed.-

Oh come now, age before beauty my dearest

No, no, really. Wait what’s that over there? -Points behind her-

Oh you know I’m not too gullible to fall for that dear

Fall for what? -He shrugged innocently- I swear I’m not up to anything.

Oh really? Like I’d believe that -she scoffed-

Could you at least close your eyes?

Fine….I will humor you just this once -she closed her eyes-

He produced a bucket of green paint from his coat. “Ha-ha!” He splashed it over her head cheerfully.

"w-why you little!" she steamed, as she produced her blade. 

"Oh come now, you’re making a mess!" He said, smiling mischieviously.

"I’m making a mess? You’re the one who did..who did THIS!!"

"Yes, yes I am." He chuckled.