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Date: 2015-09-23 01:12 am (UTC)
infomodder: i'm with you (even if you're not with me)
From: [personal profile] infomodder
[The sigh is ignored. There are so much worse things imPorts have done in regards to self-restraint, really, April and Will should be considered positive role models here and now. No one is going to come to mental or physical harm, nothing is going to be blown up, no one is going to lose money, no one is going to die. They're the best sort of imPorts to be on a train with anyone could ask for, that sighing fuck needs to recognize.

But Will recognizes something much more important as he also ignores his hat being pushed aside and the shushing. He's more than fine with his hair being ruined further, glancing up at April with the look of a man who'd do literally anything she asked...that wasn't shushing. Not just yet.
]

Every time I look at you, all I can think is I'm the luckiest person here. Did you know that?

[Quiet so only she can hear him, all accents gone. Game lasted long enough, didn't it?]

Date: 2015-10-03 01:25 am (UTC)
infomodder: but under my hood is internal combustion power...and satan is my motor (my intentions are good & earnest & true)
From: [personal profile] infomodder
[Very romantic, goes down with the ship while wrecking it...anyway.

The whole I'd kill for you and worship at your feet for the chance to do so look flattens at the question. A mask of near neutrality staring her back, mulling over the idea of anything so criminal. Of the implications. Of how April's just being herself, he shouldn't let it sour anything.
]

You are, though I'd prefer the term abducted. The whole evening's been planned without your say so, including the end where I take you back to my room for a slew of immoral experimentation.

[His hands settle on her hips, fingers loose. Flexible restrictions with Will Graham, tilting his head so his lips almost touch hers.]

I hope that doesn't distress you.

[Really, he's just returning the favor April extended to him roughly a year ago. This for that rides again.]

text; misfiiiiiiire

Date: 2015-10-03 03:54 pm (UTC)
brushoff: (you MUST be joking)
From: [personal profile] brushoff
And then she had the NERVE to ask if sleeping with that girl would 'make me feel better' or whatnot. As if she's not a virgin herself.

[ sorry April, enjoy this segway into a conversation Dorian was totally having with somebody else. ]

Date: 2015-10-03 04:26 pm (UTC)
brushoff: (insert cigarettes lyric here)
From: [personal profile] brushoff
And it DID. So there. Kitty Jones simply doesn't know what she's talking about.

hivemiiiiiind

Date: 2015-10-04 12:38 am (UTC)
brushoff: (evil cocaine what?)
From: [personal profile] brushoff
Nothing, at the moment.
Should I be, though? It'd probably make me less angry, to say the least.

Date: 2015-10-04 01:25 am (UTC)
brushoff: I'M GONNA DO IT. (do you know how terrible that is?)
From: [personal profile] brushoff
what like with a crossbow or something? That wouldn't work, she'd just come back to life in a few more days and be even more of a bitch.

text, misfire

Date: 2015-10-04 03:01 am (UTC)
wasnever: (Default)
From: [personal profile] wasnever
[It's a picture message, containing a drawing of a dick with a face, arms, and a smaller dick coming out of it as if the big dick were a person.

What an artistic statement.]

Date: 2015-10-04 03:37 am (UTC)
wasnever: (Default)
From: [personal profile] wasnever
There's always more where that comes from, too.

[Attached: A drawing of a large vagina with arms and boobs and smaller vagina, entitled "his wife."]

misfire text;

Date: 2015-10-04 06:16 pm (UTC)
sassguard: (♜ you've got five minutes)
From: [personal profile] sassguard
[ Et voila: an awkwardly taken picture of some sweaty dude holding a cardigan corgi diligently attempting to lick his face, her wriggling making her little more than a blur of gray and white still vaguely recognizable as dog. ]

Mako's pretty energetic today.

Date: 2015-10-08 12:14 am (UTC)
brushoff: (let's talk about BOOKS.)
From: [personal profile] brushoff
but bloodshed's just so much easier than vicious rumors and slander.

Date: 2015-10-09 10:25 pm (UTC)
infomodder: i'm rly good at it because i'm not rly a good cop oops (playing bad cop)
From: [personal profile] infomodder
[Will is so down for this whole making out plan. In fact, he reacts quite like a man who hasn't been touched in months, not like a man who had a little something something just this morning. That almost too-eager enthusiasm as though April's the only person in this world he wants, he could eat her alive and still never be satisfied, never get enough of her. These imPorts are obscene in a different way, but so what? There are rings on their fingers, this is a display of pure monogamy, gosh!

Right down to the part when April comes up for air and Will gives her one of those quiet, pathetic groans to suggest her idea is terrible. He's being starved here, why does she have to go and breathe like that? Ugh. But his totally deprived and pitiful face turns far more devious when she gets her rebuttal in. Are they going to play it like this? Fine. Good with Will.
]

If you don't want me making semantics sexy... [He licks his lips, shaking his head. For shame.] ...better put me in a position where I can't talk at all.

[Or he can do that himself, that's also a thing he can do. They aren't underwater and he lost that ability a while back, but he is going up to bat with this whole "suck face in public until breathing is an absolute necessity"...and if his hands have traveled down past the semi-suitable place at her hips, who can blame him?]

Date: 2015-10-09 10:42 pm (UTC)
brushoff: (insert cigarettes lyric here)
From: [personal profile] brushoff
We'd both know all about sins, wouldn't we?

Date: 2015-10-10 12:33 am (UTC)
brushoff: (let's talk about BOOKS.)
From: [personal profile] brushoff
Meaning we can speak from experience!
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