callmerxd replied to your post: “Oh—right. Now I remember.”
Does this mean I’M the good looking twin now?
“As if you weren’t always the good looking twin.”
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callmerxd replied to your post: “Oh—right. Now I remember.”
Does this mean I’M the good looking twin now?
“As if you weren’t always the good looking twin.”
“Oh—right. Now I remember.”
“When drunk, stay off of really tall towers, or you could fall off and end up hospitalized for a long ass time.”
“Oh---right. Now I remember.”
“....I...don’t..”
“...remember anything about this last year. And, uh. Its almost..next year?”
“You looked pretty annoyed, honestly. I didn’t wanna stick around if I’d pissed you off.” He shrugged lightly, but turned back to the other, not leaving yet.
“I always look annoyed once I’ve first woken up, but really---I’m just tired.” And here’s a pillow for you, Axel. Fwump.
He sighed and shook his head. The other seemed annoyed and he didn’t feel like making things worse. “Sorry,” he said abruptly, and then turned to open a portal and leave the area.
“Off already? You’re gonna bury a guy in pillows, but you won’t stick around for the inevitable pillow fight?” He’s not annoyed, he’s just tired, honestly.
“Well… now you have a ton of pillows for the next time you do, I guess.”
“I’ll probably just cart ‘em all home. Maybe give some to the old folks place, too.”
“You shouldn’t have fallen asleep in a random place.” He could have done something much worse than bury the other in pillows, after all.
“Sunset Terrace isn’t exactly a random place. I often fall asleep here.”
Now he kind of wanted to poke that peeking face. The question was, did he dare? He did. Poke!
“Wait, where’d all these pillows come fr-” And, poked. His expression goes from confusion to a full blown pout. “Oi, what the heck?”
Look at how cute he was! it would be a shame if something horrible happened to him. Which was why he started stacking pillows on the other redhead, caaaarefully, geeeently stacking pillows. Soon, Reno was completely swallowed in a pile of pillows. Thankfully, he could still breathe!
Why is it so hot? Reno’s squirming around, shifting pillows this way and that. Now he’s just a hint of face, barely visible within the pile. “Mnnngrh.”
The impulse to do something mischievous is almost too great to ignore—
And the redhead continues to sleep, blissfully unaware of impending danger.
Too much alcohol makes for sleep Reno’s.
“Anything in particular you wanna do, or…?”
“Can we go do some nighttime swimming at the beach? Have dinner there, or something?”
kunselxknows replied to your post: “Oh yeah…I’m turning twenty three next month....
I read that as twelve, somehow
“Getting younger as opposed to older on my birthday? Sounds like heaven.”
“Oh yeah...I’m turning twenty three next month. Huh.”
He was pretty sure Reno was paying too much for that place, but he wasn’t going to ask about it. Money was a touchy subject for some. “I don’t know the town too well, or particularly care where we go, so just lead us somewhere that sounds good to you.”
“How about chinese? This town’s only got one place for it, but the hour is right for the dinner buffet. We’ll get to eat our fill, at least.”