NICE LITTLE MxM SOAP HERE
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Thread Topic: NICE LITTLE MxM SOAP HERE
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oh and where would you like to start?
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Lol okay
Can you please? It's up to you, where ever is good for me. -
would you like it to be on the day they meet each other or before then
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On the day
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Gotcha I shall write now B)
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Okay, I'll take a bit to respond to both, I have an English thing I forgot about.
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The windowsill was much more interesting than the inherently boring lecture being provided by the stocky man in the beige trousers, otherwise known as Mr. Untermin. When Garrett signed up for German class, a flurry of exams based off of notes given in class was not what he expected. He would of rather had fun with the language, find himself stringing together words to find the beauty behind it. Unfortunately, what he got was entirely disparate from his hopeful expectations, and the tiny robins that were scattered outside of the window were intriguing. They hopped near one another, pecking for some kind of food source that happened to be so close to the window. As adorable as the pudgy, short creatures we, they were not enough to bring a smile to spread across his features. He peered at them with a glint in his eyes, trying to determine whether or not the class was almost over without looking at the time. A groan escaped his lips upon hearing a barely audible call of his names. Snapping his neck in the instructor's direction, he plastered a fake grin on his face, waving to the man with sarcasm laced within his actions.
"Mr. Harp, I'd hate to interrupt your viewing of the birds that are apparently more educational than my lessons, but I would appreciate it if you would pay attention." The man clasped his hands together, tilting his head in a pointed fashion in order to emphasize his disappointment. It was not as though he hadn't dealt with the boy on previous occasions, but it was beginning to become slightly irritating in the fifty year-old's opinion. Garrett shrugged, opening his notebook and directing his attention to the blank paper in order to prove that he was ready to learn! The teacher cleared his throat, returning to speak about the inflation Germany was facing in the time after the second World War. Garrett half listened, half wrote random things in order to make it appear he was paying full attention while dreaming of being back on the court.
He stopped thinking when the bell rang, it's high pitched sound indicating that school was coming to a thankful close. The boy slammed his book closed, stuffing it into his backpack and hurrying out of the classroom to avoid being scolded by his teacher. He joined the annoying throngs of students that camped out in the hallway, speaking of the latest sports trends and fashion icons. He meticulously weaved his way through the labyrinth of staff and students, eventually finding himself at the door of the school's garden, a place where nearly zero visitors would go after hours, especially on a day that after school activities were not available. His mouth was watering at the idea of rewarding himself after a long, difficult day of fighting off his troubles. It was the perfect time to kick back, take his pills, and relax for the rest of the night.
He smiled gently at the thought, beginning to sift through his backpack for the supply he'd bought only a few days prior to the moment. -
oh and that's okay
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( wolfy!!! )
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I altered my original opening :')
The windowsill was much more interesting than the inherently boring lecture being provided by the stocky man in the beige trousers, otherwise known as Mr. Untermin. When Garrett signed up for German class, a flurry of exams based off of notes given in class was not what he expected. He would of rather had fun with the language, find himself stringing together words to find the beauty behind it. Unfortunately, what he got was entirely disparate from his hopeful expectations, and the tiny robins that were scattered outside of the window were intriguing. They hopped near one another, pecking for some kind of food source that happened to be so close to the window. As adorable as the pudgy, short creatures we, they were not enough to bring a smile to spread across his features. He peered at them with a glint in his eyes, trying to determine whether or not the class was almost over without looking at the time. A groan escaped his lips upon hearing a barely audible call of his names. Snapping his neck in the instructor's direction, he plastered a fake grin on his face, waving to the man with sarcasm laced within his actions.Â
"Mr. Harp, I'd hate to interrupt your viewing of the birds that are apparently more educational than my lessons, but I would appreciate it if you would pay attention." The man clasped his hands together, tilting his head in a pointed fashion in order to emphasize his disappointment. It was not as though he hadn't dealt with the boy on previous occasions, but it was beginning to become slightly irritating in the fifty year-old's opinion. Garrett shrugged, opening his notebook and directing his attention to the blank paper in order to prove that he was ready to learn! The teacher cleared his throat, returning to speak about the inflation Germany was facing in the time after the second World War. Garrett half listened, half wrote random things in order to make it appear he was paying full attention while dreaming of being back on the court.Â
He stopped thinking when the bell rang, it's high pitched sound indicating that school was coming to a thankful close. The boy slammed his book closed, stuffing it into his backpack and hurrying out of the classroom to avoid being scolded by his teacher. He joined the annoying throngs of students that camped out in the hallway, speaking of the latest sports trends and fashion icons. He meticulously weaved his way through the labyrinth of staff and students, eventually finding himself at the front lobby of the school, exiting the large glass slabs that served as the entrance.
The air was crisp, the warmly colored autumn leaves shaking gently against the slight breeze rushing through the air. The teenager smiled for a couple of seconds before letting out an exasperated sigh. He clomped along the long, white-stone sidewalk that led all the way to the trail.
The trail was a stretch of woods near the school that an individual would be capable of following in order to arrive at a local park. This particular park was relatively breathtaking, tall trees towering over meticulously planted flowers and a lovely lake placed within the setting. The water was clear, blue, and resembled teeny tiny crystals that sparkled in any kind of light. It was not evident that many people took the time to visit this park. Perhaps they were unaware of its existence. That was ideal for Garrett, however. The less people around him, the less he would be required to worry about getting caught.
And so, he sauntered along the path, clutching the straps of his backpack so tightly that his knuckles were beginning to turn white. His heart was pounding in pure, sweet anticipation. He'd received a new mix from his supplier and it would be a lie to say he was not terribly excited. As soon as he found himself on the grounds of the park, he found his favorite tree, a powerful oak with a masculine trunk. He seated himself in front of the trunk, leaning back against the rough yet somehow comforting bark. The lake was appearing particularly dreary that day, the water hardly rippling and the sun deciding to stay away.
He sifted through his backpack for a moment, eventually coming up with the small paper envelope that his small allowance for the day was settled. After zipping his pack back up, he peered at the package with downcast eyes. As disappointed in himself as he was, he shrugged, yanking his straw from his pocket. He grunted in frustration, deciding that he lovely feeling that accompanied the substance would easily make the situation better. He positioned the straw at the fine powder upon ripping the top of the paper package off.
And with one swift movement, he inhaled the substance, letting out a little gasp. His head was already feeling clearer, his surroundings becoming much more noticeable. A euphoric feeling overcame him, thus causing him to lean against the tree in happiness as he stuffed the straw and package back into his pocket. -
i dont normally do this, my friend...
but
herpdeederp
bummppp? -
Sorry.
R'lyeh laid down on the ground sketchbook under him 2B pencil in hand and the rest of his set beside the sketchbook, he stared at the scene in front of him, humming quietly as he flicked the back of his pencil against the page covered in scribbled of the scene in front of him. Most of the pencils had been used in this making the darker and lighter colors easier with each pencil, he huffed grabbing his eraser and erasing the place he just tried to draw and tried again. He huffed and sighed not quite getting it right again, he dropped his head on the book and groaned quietly.
He knew that he probably shouldnt of skipped last period, but he wanted to, and its not like hed really get in trouble, it was just science, he could get the lab noted off someone tomorrow, he didnt need to be there to dissect an animal or at least he didnt want to be. He picked up his phone off the grass, checking the time, it was only shortly after school was out. He had to be back to the school in a fer hours, after his sister finished practice or he could go home now but he really didnt want to, it be a lot easier on him to wait for his sister. Also taking the bus alone creeped him out.
He looked at the page in front of him, it just wasn't right, he didn't get it. It looked almost the same as the scene in front of him but something was missing, he couldn't figure it out, he didn't understand. This happened so often and it pissed him off more every time so he did what he did every other time, turned the page and pretend he didn't waste the last hour on that. He started to draw on the fresh sheet of paper, completely bitter in his thought still trying to think of what he missed.
He flicked the pencil into the grass and picked up a different one and drew a bit with that one before he switched off to a different one. He played around with the shading and coloring with the pencils ignoring the other person he heard come into the park, he doubted he was noticed, mainly because he was laying on the ground. He flicked the pencil he was using in the ground somewhere around the sketch book and smudged the pencil blending it effortlessly with his thumb making the ruff lines of the pencil smooth out somewhat evenly to his liking before shrugging and picking up one of the pencils. -
yoooo it's okay â¤
In basic terms, if he was not before, he was most definitely high, his head swimming in pools of happy thoughts and happy ideas that probably weren't very good decisions, in reality. He inhaled deeply a few times, his head basically tingling due to the increased processing and flooding of dopamine. His stomach felt as though tiny butterflies were fluttering about, their bodies crashing into the lining at full force. A small laugh came from the back of his throat due to the thought of butterflies being so incredibly close to vital organs. He bit down on his lip, rubbing his eyes and peering at the lake water. Something about it was screaming for him to join it. Something in him wanted to be embraced by the water, accepted into its crystal blue color and be swept away for God knows how long. These thoughts were enough to make him disregard the sign that clearly stated, in a menacing red font No swimming. No feeding the waterfowl. No recreational use.
He struggled to come to a stand, and once he did, he was sure to put his cellular device into his sweatshirt pocket, which he promptly pulled off of his body. Underneath of the outerwear, he was clad simply in a black tee shirt that had only three bolded white letters across the chest-- 'L.U.Y.' He stretched backwards in order to crack his back, kicking off his shoes, a dinged up pair of Vans, to the side. Once he was only in his tee shirt, pants, and socks, he began to make his way to the lining of the water. He first placed his feet in, the feeling of a soggy sock doing nothing to actually disturb him. The water was lukewarm. Or maybe it wasn't, but it appeared to feel relatively warm, in his opinion. Due to this belief, he continued into the water, which was at his knees relatively quickly. He peered down, itching the back of his neck in amusement.
He decided to spring forward in order to be in the water sooner. Because of the action, he found himself underwater, but he easily burst through the surface. He found himself becoming enthralled by the rays of sun shining down and onto the water. They were beautiful in their own respects, almost line strings of honey being pulled down from the watercolor blue sky. He swallowed heavily, admiring the nature of it all for a couple of seconds.
Once he found himself fed up with observing his surroundings, he splashed backwards so that he was floating on the water, a lopsided smile planted lazily on his face. He was humming the tune to a random pop song, his face washed over in a light pink hue. Every now and again, he would clearly sing a lyric that he particularly enjoyed compared to the others. He was enjoying himself, even if it was in a manner that most likely was not acceptable to a majority of other individuals. They didn't matter much to him, however. It was him, personally, that decided what to do with himself. If he wished to forget his troubles with the help of a powdery friend, it was his own decision.
And while he sat floating in the water, he thought it was the best decision of his life. -
(May I join as the new kid in school maybe befriends the two boys or something?)
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(no)
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