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♑ ♥ ♐ | The time is over for silent years of stored up fears that are holding you down.
Who: Gamzee and Equius, daters extraordinary.
Where: Starting in their house and then off to the vast beyonds.
What: Pony noses.
When: Monday afternoon.
Style: Lukewarm teenage action.
Status: Closed. Unless you arenepeta stalking.
['We're gonna go on a fuckin' date on monday', is what Gamzee had said somewhere on sunday. He hadn't named a time, and in fact, had spend most of his monday morning sort of lazing around, happily distracted by the reappearance of his mind bubble buddy, giving no inclination that he still remembered his words from the day before.
But somewhere around the afternoon hour, after lunch, he finally gets up from his comfortable spot, stretching, before he turns to Equius.]
Ready? Oh, wait, motherfucker. First, all like go and put these on.
[He digs through his pocket, finally pulling out a make-shift blindfold. It's okay, Equius. He's got this. ]
Where: Starting in their house and then off to the vast beyonds.
What: Pony noses.
When: Monday afternoon.
Style: Lukewarm teenage action.
Status: Closed. Unless you are
['We're gonna go on a fuckin' date on monday', is what Gamzee had said somewhere on sunday. He hadn't named a time, and in fact, had spend most of his monday morning sort of lazing around, happily distracted by the reappearance of his mind bubble buddy, giving no inclination that he still remembered his words from the day before.
But somewhere around the afternoon hour, after lunch, he finally gets up from his comfortable spot, stretching, before he turns to Equius.]
Ready? Oh, wait, motherfucker. First, all like go and put these on.
[He digs through his pocket, finally pulling out a make-shift blindfold. It's okay, Equius. He's got this. ]
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Try some too, Equius! [His options are to comply or to end up inhaling the cone she thrusts up at his face.]
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[You know what's good for curing a burgeoning awkward boner? Getting an ice cream cone shoved halfway up your nose.]
Bluh!
[Said more in surprise than anything else.]
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Ain't thinkin' that's where it all motherfuckin' need to go at, chica.
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[Because shhh, of course it's not her fault! This isn't her giggling at her mistake or licking sprinkles and ice cream off of his nose, of course it's not.]
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[Very carefully, Equius slides Nepeta off his lap and moves to the other side of the booth.]
I think I'm just going to sit over here for now.
[Dammit, Gamzee, licking your fingers like that... you make it hard for a man to maintain his dignity.]
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You aight?
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[Such a sad face! She was happy on his lap.]
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[That should give him time to A.) clean his face off, and B.) get the situation in his shorts under control again. Mental note: ask Darkleer about how to deal with such inevitabilities.]
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Wanna come sit with me?
[His lap is still totally free and comfy.]
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Uh huh! And you can have some more of my ice cream if you want!
[Since someone didn't seem to like it. Gamzee is now in possession of one (1) lap kitty.]
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