my body with yours
11-02-2016, 07:35 PM
| He's strange. He's probably a hairy mutant deer, and the weird colored creature is right. He's not a wolf at all. Two words: wolf hound. A hound developed to chase down and kill wolves. Poser is too skinny for the killing part, but he can run. Oh lordy how he can run. Poser is the bat out of hell. He's all legs and cocaine chicness, bright eyes and... well... he's a Poser. Always has been, always will be. Wild eyes. Fucking wild. Bending at the waist and looking upon the radioactive girl. "If you decide to believe it. If you stop believin' let me know, I can fix it." A head tossing. Always tossing. Such a fucking Poser, but he could fix it. Always fixing things. "As much as you're a radioactive stuffed animal," grinning. Broadly. "So probably, yeah." Poser's grin soaks clear into his voice. Carefully, he gazes upon the weird creature. What a weird girl-- that's so much fun. Someone else that's fucken weird. Birds of a feather, right? Some sort of misfit toy camaraderie. That's how it works, right? That's how it always works. Poser's gaze doesn't waver, though it glimmers. Curious. Openly curious. "Want to go 'sploring?" Exploring, but the Russian lilt tastes it so strangely. It fits weird. It always fits weird. Head tilting to the side, standing up softly, soft in the knees. Always soft in the knees. Graceful and quick. Poser doesn't envy the strong. poser breathy way of saying my name |
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