No, they're alive. Don't worry.
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Thread Topic: No, they're alive. Don't worry.
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(Shut up
I meant shut up)
John: ...I like Mickey Mouse. o3o
Rachel: *waves* Hi~
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*pads over, glomping her foot* -
Harley: *wraps arm around her waist* Get the towel on..
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*SQUEAK* -
John: Let your fiancee wear your shirt, Harley.
Harley: *siiiigh* Fine.
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*hides behind Noah*
OHMYGOD NOAH PLEASE HIDE ME FROM HER.
*looks around*
*and darts up his pant leg :P* -
John: Oh.. *pats her head* I'm sure Harley won't do that.
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*stays there*
*right underneath his underwear* -
Harley: *smiles*
Rachel: Well.. It's time for us to go make dinner. You can stay, if you'd like.
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She'll kill me if I move. And now, you're getting it.
*digs claws into his leg, climbing up*
*nuzzles his underwear*
*then crawls up, poking head out between his shirt and pants* -
Rachel: Of course. ^3^ *then skips to kitchen*
Harley: She had spares, if you want to be lazy and borrow hers.
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*meow*
*shifts, falling onto the bed*
o3o Noooooooah. -
Harley: *leans against the wall, watching* Well, you don't NEED a bra.
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*does so*
*ears flick* -
Harley: *snickers, putting shirt back on* Sorry.
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..Just this once, because you already stole my clothes.
*deep blush*
*and undresses him*
BUT WHAT IF WE HAVE A KID? IT'LL BE EVIDENCE. But I wanna 'nother kid.. BUT THEN THE KID WILL BE HATED. Well, not really.. -
Harley: I'd like that. ^-^ *holds out a hand*
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Nooooo. It feels depriving. Let's.. Let's just do it normally. And cross our fingers. -
Harley: *pulls her close, both appearing in the kithen*
*and in this kitchen*
*the food is f---ing making itself*
Rachel: *cleaning* Ohhai~!
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*MEW*
D: Noah! You didn't tell me you were gonna do it! -
Rachel: I am. The magic tires me out like I did do the cooking. :3
Harley: *chuckles*
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You better f---ing be.
*presses her cheek against his* -
Rachel: ..He has a brother. Somewhere in the world.
John: He took off as soon as he was eighteen.
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I figured. None of you men ever are sorry.. e3e -
Rachel: His name is Conner. He wanted to get out of the house, as he put it..
Harley: He was always the depressed child.
John: He was older than Harley. He'd be.. What, about thirty? Yeah.. Red hair, golden eyes, and pale skin.
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Yeah, you can move. -
John: Nope.
Rachel: I dunno.
Harley: ...I was thirteen.
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*just kinda lays there*
*and it's quite obvious that there is no enjoyment coming from this* -
Conner: *there* ...How do you know my n- THE IDIOTS.
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*sits up, clothes appearing*
*and quietly does so*
Ryan: Whoah, wait. She did it yesterday.. Does that not count?
Heima: Not really, Ryan.
Kass: ;~; NONONO. NOT AFTER I FIXED MY MISTAKES. NO.
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