Rp?
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Thread Topic: Rp?
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She stays there, hugging him from behind. She did not know what to say. She was not good at conversation. "Soo... What'cha gonna do now?" She asks softly.
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EJ shrugged, then looked back at Artist "I have an idea."
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Artist stares at him with a look of curiosity, behind her mask. She tries to figure out what the idea is. "Ok-
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EJ lifted up his mask a bit, then Artist's. He turned around, kissing Artist softly.
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Artist stood threre for a moment, processing what was happening. Realizing, EJ's lips were upon hers, she kisses back softly as well. The taste of passion and organs making it perfect.
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EJ smiled, pulling back "What about that?"
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"Wonderful." Artist smiles, kissing him again- This time, her arms around him.
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EJ kissed back, wrapping his arms around her.
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She leans into him a little, kissing a bit more deeply.
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EJ moved his hands down her back, french kissing her.
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Artist allows his hands to move down as she too french kisses. As they did so, she could often feel the sharp shark like teeth of his which she loved. Know Artist, she likes thingS rough with a dash of pain and a clash of passion and love.
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BRVR came down the stairs, looking at the two. He walked past them and grabbed an apple from the fridge. He began nibbling at it, on his back.
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"Mmm- Oh. Hello." A voice came from above the fridge. Macra- a female, of course. Though this one has her differences. "I'm trying to sleep-" Yes. She slept in odd ass places. Never a bed- she'd sleep litterally anywhere.
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BRVR continued nibbling, but looked up at Macra. He tilted his head a bit.
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"What? I'm sleeping ontop of a fridge... so what?" She yawns crossing her arms.
"Maaacra, dear?" Dark Link stood by the fridge.
She glared at him with angered blue orbs. "Dear? Don't call me that!" She jumps down in front of him. She wore a thin black shirt with a skull on it and jean shorts. She had a black watchs and wore black/white converse sneakers. She had long brown hair.
"Ahhh, sorry dear." Dark grinned. "I loooove you." He loved f---ing around with her.
"What the hell, Dark? What the f--- is love....." She mumbles walking away.
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