Proving a point to my boyfriend.
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PLEASE REBLOG if you (male or female) believe it is perfectly okay and natural for a guy of any age to cry
I’ve never hit reblog faster or harder.
I heard cursive is dying. I want to see who still uses it.
Happy Valentine’s Day to all single people ! ❤
Darren had kept working as Winter came out of her room, close to being done. At her question though, he looked up and smiled at her.
“Oh, good morning. Very well. I’m making the last modifications now.”
Looking back down, he finished tightening the last screw and put it on. Activating it, his arm was covered in metal plates.
He was strong; the metal plates would not only prove helpful as armor, but assist as weaponry.
Winter proceed into the main entrance of the apartment to retrieve her boots, which she carried into the sitting area to put on.
"Yeah, of course. Just a minute."
Deactivating the armor, Darren went over and put on his own boots. He was very excited to see what they could find in the archives. Hopefully they would be able to find what they needed.
"All right, I'm ready."
Darren woke up in a good mood the next morning around 7. Surprisingly, Winter hadn’t woken up yet, or at least he couldn’t hear movement from her room. Perhaps walking around so much last night wore her out a bit more than she let on. She was still recovering after all.
Not wanting to wake her, he decided to work on the finishing touches to the new armor glove he had been building while Winter was recovering. A more defensive weapon, once activated, it would cover his left hand and forearm in armor plates, allowing him to defend against a wider range of attacks. Hopefully it would come in handy in the future. So engrossed was he in his work that he didn’t hear Winter start moving around her room.
Winter stirred with a groggy moan. She was coccooned in a mass of blankets and peered over at the clock on the night table. There was a reluctant sigh as she sat forward. Then, she proceeded to crawl out of bed. Making her way into the bathroom, she started the shower.
A little while later, she came out into the main area to find Darren totally engrossed in the the weapon he was working on. Curious, she asked,
Darren had kept working as Winter came out of her room, close to being done. At her question though, he looked up and smiled at her.
“Oh, good morning. Very well. I’m making the last modifications now.”
Looking back down, he finished tightening the last screw and put it on. Activating it, his arm was covered in metal plates.
Nintendo Switch arrives worldwide on March 3, 2017 for $299.99!
I heard cursive is dying. I want to see who still uses it.
Happy New Year, everyone! I pray that this year goes well for you.
Darren shrugged and smiled.
“Well, you are home tonight. Might as well make the most of it.”
He gestured down a north-bound road, slightly bowing.
Winter chuckled softly at his gesture, a beaming smile appearing on her face. She started down the road, folding her hands behind her back. Her eyes aimlessly danced about the scene, capturing each little detail. There were flurries of snow dusting the street lamps. Above them was a lovely, clear night sky.
Darren woke up in a good mood the next morning around 7. Surprisingly, Winter hadn’t woken up yet, or at least he couldn’t hear movement from her room. Perhaps walking around so much last night wore her out a bit more than she let on. She was still recovering after all.
Not wanting to wake her, he decided to work on the finishing touches to the new armor glove he had been building while Winter was recovering. A more defensive weapon, once activated, it would cover his left hand and forearm in armor plates, allowing him to defend against a wider range of attacks. Hopefully it would come in handy in the future. So engrossed was he in his work that he didn’t hear Winter start moving around her room.
Merry Christmas, everyone. Honest and remembering Jesus' birth, I hope that you have a wonderful day with family and/or friends. If not, I pray that you will be able to in the future.
*playing video games while slouched sloppily on couch*
*dies in a bullshit way*
*irritably sits up and pays attention for next attempt*
“Cool.”
After Darren payed the bill, they both got up and left the restaurant. It was a nice night out, being just a little cool, with a clear sky and a full moon. A perfect night for a walk.
“Is there anywhere else you wanted to go while we’re out?”
Winter replied as she stared up at the sky.
Darren shrugged and smiled.
“Well, you are home tonight. Might as well make the most of it.”
He gestured down a north-bound road, slightly bowing.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! I pray that you all have a great time with family and/or friends. If you don't have either, I pray that you find some soon. Enjoy.
Trying to prove a point