Marius Pontmercy: never forget
Hannibal Montanibal: FDOPSZVZ
Hannibal Montanibal: OJG
Hannibal Montanibal: OMG
Hannibal Montanibal: WOW
Hannibal Montanibal: WHO WEARS SHORT SHORTS
Marius Pontmercy: IM LAUGHIGN SO HARD
Hannibal Montanibal: DEM HAIRY LEGS
Marius Pontmercy: LOOK AT HIS CALFS
Marius Pontmercy: THEYRE SO SKINNY
Marius Pontmercy: COMPARED
Marius Pontmercy: TO HIS THIHGTS
Hannibal Montanibal: XD
Hannibal Montanibal: THAT SON OF A BITCH
Marius Pontmercy: JAC SKIPS LEG DAY
Hannibal Montanibal: Although, that does look like IAN
Hannibal Montanibal: AND
Hannibal Montanibal: MFDZV
Hannibal Montanibal: I WNAT TAH TO BE A THING
Hannibal Montanibal: JAC SKIPS LEG DAY’
Marius Pontmercy: IM LAUGHING SO HARD
“it seems you find that ‘part time profession’ attractive.” Maurice smirks and leans over to kiss his boyfriend’s cheek. it’s hard to ignore the poke to the ribs. His ticklishness strikes again. “But as i have said before, as long as you find me attractive and care about me there really isn’t anyone else I want to find me appealing.”
“No pretty lady cold distract me from you. Ever.”
Well, I’m sure some other sick minded individuals such as myself would ‘ave an interest in zhat fact, too. Either zhat, or zhey’d be willing to overlook your…’obby. *Jac grins at the kiss, before yawning rather loudly.*
It doesn’t ‘ave to be a lady, you know.
It could be another gentleman like myself.
/He leaves the mug on the table, not quite having enough faith in his shaking legs to survive the extra journey, and he’s feeling very unsteady on his feet which isn’t helping with how much he has to concentrate on stopping his shoulders from juddering. Nausea is rising in his throat again and the sweat covered blonde is really regretting his decision to come out./
Please, I’m not sure I trust my legs.
*Oh, boy. Seems the Spy’s condition is getting worse and worse. Time for Jac to pull what little strength he has left from his reserves and help this poor unfortunate soul back to bad.*
Thank God it’s not a long walk…*The Spy sighs gently to himself, before slipping Ariel’s arm over his shoulder and holding the man up.* You know, I’ll probably just pass out on your couch once we get zheir, right?
Damn right you’re gonna allow it, materialist.
*She laughs but in a whisper after she’s had enough of trying to break through the window with her head, relaxing back into the seat. If it had been anyone else bantering with her, she would’ve ripped them a new one in an instant but with Jac; it’s fine. There’s a difference between him teasing, pressing buttons and this with her. Narcisse, ehh getting up there.
Unfortunately for him and thank the Maori gods for her, the cabbie came through for her, with them arriving at their destination. She didn’t wait to hear the total cost and since she was paying him extra, she handed him a hundred bill.* You have done a good deed sir.
*As an afterthought, she tossed in a fifty as well, unbuckling her seat belt and climbing over the Spy to open the door while trying not to sit or fall on him, clearly impatient to get out and with that impatience would result in the door flying open and falling draped over his lap* …Not a word. Not a thought. *She couldn’t have gotten out fast enough, another big up to the gods for her veil hiding her embarrassment*
*Not a word? Now, Ceren. You should know better than that. Especially when you’re lying on him. To pass up an opportunity like that would…be an affront to the Gods. He’ll take whatever punishment you’re willing to dish out. In light of her recent fall, he’ll completely forget to mention the ridiculous amount of money the Sniper left for the cabbie, not one to let such a great opportunity to pass.*
Now, Ceren. As beautiful as you are, I do believe my boyfriend would mind you fawning over me in my lap. I understand zhat you’re quick to get as close to me as possible, but I would ‘ave been more zhan ‘appy to get zhe door for you. No need to scramble for my attention, chéri.
*Jac cackles as she scrambles out of the cab, quick to dart to the other side, exiting it quickly.* Haste makes waste, my dear!
((I THOUGHT YOU GUYS WERE MY FRIENDS
How much is that doggie in the window?
Oh, goodness, I’m terribly sorry to hear that! Anywho, I’ll be glad to visit whenever I’ve got free time! It isn’t much, lately, but I’ll try to visit often.
Oh yes, I have at least three cups of tea a day! I’d even go so far as to say it runs through my veins! Are you?
*Jac taps a finger to his chin, eyeing the woman carefully.* And what makes you so interested in me, might I ask? Sure, I may be pleasant…but is zhat really zhe only reason why.
*He pauses for a moment longer before answering her question.* I drink tea on occasion. Usually when company is over. *Jac rises as the teapot begins to whistle.*
Speak of zhe devil.
(YEsss. His voice. LOVE HIS VOICE)
You speak that foreign language Christoph.))
((Jfc. Take away TF2 from me. I have spent too much money.))