Jan 22, 2019 14:11:25 GMT -6
Post by Tae Seung Kyon on Jan 22, 2019 14:11:25 GMT -6
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[attr="class","lost1"]Yeet, yot, thou art a thot~.
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[attr="class","mouths1"]’Shiiiiit, bro, it’s gonna start, soon…
The single thought ran through his mind as he jogged to and fro that evening; taking it upon himself to rise and fall up and down the staircases in favor of ensuring that other matters were properly taken account of, since - despite his absolutely godly ability to manage time, surprisingly enough - he was still a bit of a ditz, and maybe...kinda...placed his more important things in really odd and different places, for some reason? ‘Cause look, here- he was planning on relocating everything. Eventually!
...Yeah, that’s what he told himself for maybe about a month, by then?
That’s why he was running around, to begin with--
OI, BUT THAT WAS BESIDES THE POINT.
Point was, he was fine. Good! Great. Despite his…minor disorganization - which he’d totally rebuttal by saying there’s organization in chaos, excuse you - he was totally fine, right on track, and making his final rounds before an outing of his as was necessary, and with enough time to spare before he even left. Y’know. When taking the fact that he was...half ready out of account. Yeah, so he might’ve actually been...half dressed at that time? Hair’s done - blowdried, styled, and temporarily removed of dye for the moment for sake of discrepancy, given his lifestyle - and the pants were on. Shoes on, face mask on - partially for that same discrepancy, but also for his own, self-proclaimed badass fashion sense - Yet...out of all things, his shirt wasn’t exactly good to go? Sure, it might’ve taken only a second or two to actually slip it on, and to slap a hoodie over it as weather insurance outside - since he wasn’t down for frostbite or any shit like that, no siree - but he was still...more or less running around shirtless? In his own home, mind you, so it was fine- but that skin?
Those tattoos?
Free game, man. Eye candy for days.
Which, he was meaning to rectify in due time, of course- and would’ve actually rectified right away, if he hadn’t remembered about a certain someone. Midway down his strides of that good old penthouse suite of his - because yes, he was extravagant, and he was that kind of person, to some extent - he suddenly stopped in his tracks; ears twitching softly, and tail swaying behind him as he slowly shifted upon his heels. While his door was just a few steps away, he took care to jog back a few paces; sliding over to another door, and knocking on it a few times as a means of warning, instead of just bursting in like the Koolaid main screaming, “OH YEAAAAAAAH~!”
...Which was actually something he’d been known to do.
And that was exactly why he took the tactful route. He got scolded last time he did it.
”Yoooooo, Vi~?” he called out. ”VIIIII~. Viiiii, Vivivi- you think you’re free right now, or nah~?”
The single thought ran through his mind as he jogged to and fro that evening; taking it upon himself to rise and fall up and down the staircases in favor of ensuring that other matters were properly taken account of, since - despite his absolutely godly ability to manage time, surprisingly enough - he was still a bit of a ditz, and maybe...kinda...placed his more important things in really odd and different places, for some reason? ‘Cause look, here- he was planning on relocating everything. Eventually!
...Yeah, that’s what he told himself for maybe about a month, by then?
That’s why he was running around, to begin with--
OI, BUT THAT WAS BESIDES THE POINT.
Point was, he was fine. Good! Great. Despite his…minor disorganization - which he’d totally rebuttal by saying there’s organization in chaos, excuse you - he was totally fine, right on track, and making his final rounds before an outing of his as was necessary, and with enough time to spare before he even left. Y’know. When taking the fact that he was...half ready out of account. Yeah, so he might’ve actually been...half dressed at that time? Hair’s done - blowdried, styled, and temporarily removed of dye for the moment for sake of discrepancy, given his lifestyle - and the pants were on. Shoes on, face mask on - partially for that same discrepancy, but also for his own, self-proclaimed badass fashion sense - Yet...out of all things, his shirt wasn’t exactly good to go? Sure, it might’ve taken only a second or two to actually slip it on, and to slap a hoodie over it as weather insurance outside - since he wasn’t down for frostbite or any shit like that, no siree - but he was still...more or less running around shirtless? In his own home, mind you, so it was fine- but that skin?
Those tattoos?
Free game, man. Eye candy for days.
Which, he was meaning to rectify in due time, of course- and would’ve actually rectified right away, if he hadn’t remembered about a certain someone. Midway down his strides of that good old penthouse suite of his - because yes, he was extravagant, and he was that kind of person, to some extent - he suddenly stopped in his tracks; ears twitching softly, and tail swaying behind him as he slowly shifted upon his heels. While his door was just a few steps away, he took care to jog back a few paces; sliding over to another door, and knocking on it a few times as a means of warning, instead of just bursting in like the Koolaid main screaming, “OH YEAAAAAAAH~!”
...Which was actually something he’d been known to do.
And that was exactly why he took the tactful route. He got scolded last time he did it.
”Yoooooo, Vi~?” he called out. ”VIIIII~. Viiiii, Vivivi- you think you’re free right now, or nah~?”
[attr="class","lying1"]✎ Vivian Nguyen , eye candy for you vi
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