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[teetheyes]

Cry cry cry.

Bitch bitch bitch.

Moan moan moan.

---Cut here.---

"It's too big."

Hm. Out of cigarettes already.

Comments

[hallowedly.livejournal.com]

Right here, right now. Someone had better slit your throat.

[hallowedly.livejournal.com]

What's too big, Mister?

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

You get one hint and one guess: it fills an empty space completely.

[hallowedly.livejournal.com]

Your innards, you buffoon.

...oi. Mister. That's just - mmmm. At school, they teach us... ... you just don't TALK about it freely like this, least of all about their hygienic products, no matter HOW much space they fill. That's just wrong.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

But you're so close, boy. Tampons soak up as much as your ego.

[hallowedly.livejournal.com]

Heh.

...am I coming off as an arrogant person?

Uch... I'm sorry... I hope that won't stop us from being friends ♥

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

I never said I don't like it.

[hallowedly.livejournal.com]

...I hope you're not filling up spaces whenever you talk to me, though, Mister.

[hallowedly.livejournal.com]

I mean.

[hallowedly.livejournal.com]

...wait. Is this your way of asking me to keep your calendar?!

[hallowedly.livejournal.com]

On it!

Private//Unhackable

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Surveillance. (http://tinyvampiregod.livejournal.com/)

[hallowedly.livejournal.com]

...whassat, Mister?

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Your first john, boy.

[hallowedly.livejournal.com]

...but, Mister, I already have a girlfriend.

[hallowedly.livejournal.com]

And no offence, but your girl's kinda ugly.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Is she here?

Mm, I think it's a boy. A little more observation would yield better results.

[hallowedly.livejournal.com]

Oi, Mister...

...I call bluff.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

You? I call challenge.

Do better.

[hallowedly.livejournal.com]

But Mister, I'm just... I am trying... see?

See me try.

[hallowedly.livejournal.com]

I'm giving you five minutes, Mister - five minutes, just because I like you - and if you're that mean a bastard as you keep trying to come off? You have those five minutes to come around and fuck me over in whatever nuance of the egging-on and innuendo your little amateur's heart wants.

Bluff.

[hallowedly.livejournal.com]

...really now... it's all in the stats. Four fifths of you wannabes have no intention of ever carrying out whatever you're muttering ♡

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

What color are your eyes?

[hallowedly.livejournal.com]

Not your type.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

You're doing a piss poor job of selling yourself. Do you want me to come hunt you down or not?