I know that because you can see through a crack in the door. ![]() I walked back up to his door and knocked 3 times in between saying his name. But immediately remembered something from one of the shows I watch(okay I don't watch it but it's from 'The Big Bang Theory'). I sighed and turned around towards my room. "Trust me, it's temping but the dang answer is no!" He responded. "Please? Even with a cherry on top?" I asked. Let me in." I tried the door nob only to feel it was locked. I jumped off of my bed and rushed over to his door, knocking. "I must go!"Īnd before I could say anything else, he took off into the hallway and to his room, slamming the door behind himself. I-it was stupid to think that we could be a thing I mean. "You love me?" I asked, not really believing what I had just heard. I-love-you." F/N stiffed and clenched his fists and shut his eyes tightly. "Well would you stop beating around the bush? Spit it out already." I tell him. "I needed to get this off my chest so I decided that I'd tell you today." I haven't been completely honest." He rubbed the back of his neck nervously(oh wow, like nobody saw that one coming). F/N brought his hand up to his H/C hair and brushed it back. It really didn't bother me that he looked at it considering he knew that I read that stuff. "Come in." I said, setting aside my book.į/N pushed open the door and walked over to me, glancing at the Hentai book. Then suddenly, I heard a knock on my door and I knew it must have been F/N. My mind drifted from the pages of the Hentai to F/N, he was so honest! He's never told a lie to us and never hid anything! And I like that about him. I think he was out in the living room watching Tv or something. Matilda, Tamara, and Ell left me with F/N. Ah, there you are and as you're here, why not pull up a chair and make yourself comfortable.I was sitting on my bed reading some Hentai, as usual. Yes I know it's been a while since the last chunk but it matters not as you've hardly been starved of material. It's obligatory to feature international scrawls and while most are awful, some are decent and a select few are even good.Īdding bits with the bobs will demonstrate further detail and unless stated, all screens are from the arcade.Ĭrystal ball, crystal ball, who is the shittest of all? I cordially invite you for light supper, a glass of milk and forgotten splashes of scrawls which on some occasions, suggest that the artists climbed the insanity tree and bumped into every twig on descent. Yes, this is what we need to brighten up any mood. A salivating, psychopathic prehistoric pervert intent on bludgeoning the boy in blue with a fossilized boner. Meanwhile, the guy in red satisfyingly sticks one on the green and finally, the blue rags of romance is failing to grasp the hint that yellow isn't in the mood for a game of 'chase me, chase me'. ![]() The illustrator was battier than a witches broth and less stable than a hobo with a limp. ![]() 'Master'ful 'System'atic pain as these misfiring bazooka types wallow in flatulence. This woeful fuck pile is seriously lacking in style. I love this one, I seriously do, like a constipated cow likes the roll call for the next run of Big Macs or Whoppers. Ignoring the Star Destroyer hanging back in the distance, why the FUCK was a ninja sent throughout time to rescue his comrades, thus defeating the evil Gylend? I guess he'd be great at dodging bullets in The Primitive Age and fit like a glove during Roman orgies. I crack an embarrassed smile at such bullshit especially when.ĭon't tell me, the dude draped in animal skin is Gylend? No, I don't wanna know. I can't really remember Conrad having an eyepiece but this isn't really that bad with a decent assortment of pretty colours.Ī strange variation but again, not too offensive I suppose. The original is usually the best and this doesn't rip up the form book. You can look at this standing on your head and it still looks cool.
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