Anyone want a sappy mxm soap?
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Thread Topic: Anyone want a sappy mxm soap?
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Westly blushed more, "W-W-Whats that suppose to mean?" He asked as he followed cian out, he wrapped his arms around himself and walked out onto the porch and sat down on the edge. "You can just go down this street because I doubt you want to walk around like this just to run down a street. Oh and pass your phone." He said staring at his neighbors tree with a small smile. "By the way if you couldn't tell, this streets lit up pretty well at night so all my neighbors will be able to see you perfectly, or as perfect as their eyesite can be." He said, his leg shook a bit. He crossed his legs and brought them on the porch, "You're pretty popular tonight." He mumbled trying to catch a glimpse of the phone.
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(Merely bumping this for myself so I can find it in a sec..)
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"Ah! Don't look at my phone!" He said, immediately pulling it away. Cian huffed, turning it off and passing it over. He unwillingly trotted over into the street and said, "Just run, not saying anything or doing anything else, right? I'll do whatever you want." Cian said with a shrug. He did realize that last part could be taken weirdly- but that's not at all what he meant as he yelled over to Westly, his words in a monotone. He moved his hands as if trying to put his hands in his pockets, but he obviously had none, so he just stood there awkwardly with his hands on his bare thighs. Cian's face went a light pink as he realized this- and went a deep red when a neighbor exited their house..
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Westly fell backwards on the porch, he huffed quietly and sat up again and took the phone. He turned to the road and looked at him, " You have to sing, it doesn't matter what you sing but it has to be something and loud." He called loud enough for Cian to hear, he chuckled quietly at his actions. He got up off the porch and walked to the end yard and sat on the cur, "G-Good evening Miss~." He said a small blush on his face,
"You two look like you're having fun," she said a chuckle in her voice or at least that's what he thought she said and that's what he was going by. -
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Oh its fine.)
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Cian laughed, giving a quick "Good day!" To the woman, before marching into the street. He looked up and down the street for cars, just to be safe. "Hey Westly," He said with a wink, "Enjoy it while you have it!" He began to run down the street, singing a traditional Irish song. He ran slowly, just for the hell of it. His strawberry hair waved in his face, almost covering both of his eyes. However, a single steel gray eye was available to stare down the almost desolate street.
Many of Westly's neighbors had been watching, some with interest, and some muttering rude things in English under there breath. Although Cian didn't hold a very good understanding of English slurs, he well understood the words "faggot" and "b------". He didn't mind, though, as he is well one of those things, and slightly both. "This your friend, Westly?" A woman from across the street yelped. She had obviously fake red hair, ginger. She wore a pink dress and was busying herself watering flowers. Until, of course, she had caught a sight of Cian. The woman was exasperated, and had a tone that spoke "Well I never!" quite clearly. -
Westly blushed but it was mainly hidden by the night. He looked at Cians phone and turned it on using the camera off the lock screen, "I'll try." He mumbled quietly blushing more. He chuckled quietly at him as he ran. He shivered slightly, cold although he was warmer than he would of been still in the dress. Westly was embarrassed more than he though he would be, he had no idea that so many people would be out to see this. He guessed that some people would be out but by no means did he think that enough to completely trash Cian. He glanced at the phone making sure that it was catching it just for good measures.
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Cian then waltzed back to Westly, sighing. "Like that, babe?" He asked with a wink. He had ran multiple laps down the street, slowly increasing his pace. His forehead had beaded with sweat, and he pushed his hair back with a shaky hand. The hand was splotched up with pink from the blood rushing through his veins.
He was quietly panting, "Well, thanks for the exercise, lovely." He joked, giving a small chuckle. He sat down on a chair that was on the porch, looking at the floor. "Oh!" He exclaimed, realizing what was missing. He held his hand out, closing it into a fist a few times before opening it once more. "Phone, back." He ordered, in a smooth, calm tone. Another few chuckles, just for good, Irish measure. Forgetting about it almost instantly, "Hey- got any booze?" -
Westly shied back slightly, not saying anything at Cians original question. He watched him do his thing , he stopped the video as he neared the house and turned the phone off. He glanced at Cians hands and at his bandaged one and brought his hand close to his chest the bandages bugging him. "No problem." He said chuckling lightly, he placed the phone in the males hand and sat down on the ground again, "I video taped by the way." He said with a chuckle. He thought about the question for a moment, "Yeah, I'm pretty sure we do why?" He asked a little confused.
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"Good, you should always videotape this. I'll send it to my friends." He said with a chuckle. Pushing his blond hair back, he shrugged, huffing once. "Hey," "I'm Irish, what do you expect? We love our booze. Any I can have?" He asked, stepping inside once more. He held open the door for the other boy, doing a small bow as he entered the door. Cian leaned against the counter almost immediately, not minding his nude state- although he was a little pink in the cheeks due to the clear mortification. He sent the video to his friends, afterwards setting his phone on the counter. "No really, I'm thirsty." He winked, his face turning a pale red.
'I know I usually flirt with my friends, but this is out of hand. Maybe I'm making him uncomfortable.' He thought to himself, crossing his bare arms, which were cleanly shaven. He was quite feminine in that matter, always making sure he was hairless. Except from his head and his eyebrows, that is. But he made sure he would never have a unibrow, though. -
Westly cucled quietly, "Do you send them like everything? I'm surprised you haven't sent them videos of out lessons." He said walking into the house. He shook of the blush that had accumulated outside, "Um yeah, their should be like open bottles of wine in here, maybe some scotch or gin or like rum maybe something else. And gran keeps mudslides in the fridge." He said glancing back at the shut door. "What would you like?" He asked, he tried not to look at Cian, "You can put your clothes back on." He said slowly and quietly. He walked into the kitchen, he scratched his hand threw the bandages hopein that Cian wouldn't notice as it made his hand bleed more.
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