*stumbles on into little miss Princess :D*
*splatters paint all over the front of his shirt*
……………………….
*looks down at shirt and sighs* Sorry ‘bout that…?
O-M-G I AM SO SORRY PLEASE DON’T KILL ME OR LIKE….
huh?
*looks at her and blinks* Sorry about the whole…. *motions a the mess*
Why are you saying sorry when it’s my paint and it’s on your shirt? *folds arms up and makes a pouty face*
*stumbles on into little miss Princess :D*
*splatters paint all over the front of his shirt*
……………………….
*looks down at shirt and sighs* Sorry ‘bout that…?
O-M-G I AM SO SORRY PLEASE DON’T KILL ME OR LIKE….
huh?
*stumbles on into little miss Princess :D*
*splatters paint all over the front of his shirt*
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((oh does matter to me, whatever you want ouo))
SO LIKE OMG GUYS, Dessy like totes threw my computer out the window and laughed at me and I JUST GOT A NEW ONE, ugh
It was a chilly Yule day when I saw him. A tall man, ivory skin color with dark black locks and bright pink strands, which were obviously dyed. His teeth were pointed, which threw me off slightly at first and when you looked into his eyes you could see he must be the sort of man with a snarky personality. Truly a mysterious person who made my stomach do little flips as to stared at me with his unfathomable eyes.
“Hey Bitch,” He barked to get my attention, “You have money. Bitches love money so you should be my Bitch.”
I blinked. Naturally, my first instinct would to throw a witty comment or two, coated with heavy layers of sarcasm and and obvious fun, but my mouth did not work as fast as my mind and I could all but spurt out a rude, “No” and turn my attention elsewhere. This obviously ticked of the man who didn’t seem to be pleased with my decision to ignore him.
He began laughing much to my dismay and shot me a toothy grin that chilled me bones. I was a Vet intern and was use to seeing things that were disgusting and weird amongst other things which never succeeded to move me like the way this man was looking at me.
“I will not take NO,” He began again, approaching me slightly. Something told me to stand my ground. “For an answer. Kyaaa.”
I blinked. “Well you’re going to have to.” Usually, I tend to stay quiet around these sorts of people. /Usually/, I do not spend time around these sorts of people to begin with. I was naive on how to act and I think that man could tell.
“Who says?” The grin had not left his face when I turned to confront him as boldly as he had me. “I’m taller.”
I blinked in awe. How could someone be so stupid? I hardly saw what out height had to do with anything at all, because logically, it was irrelevant to the entire situation. In fact, the entire situation was irrelevant to me day. I made a stupid face, the one I often do when I think (or so I have been told by my family), and looked away from the man.
“I’m leaving. Find someone else to be my bitch.” I had begun to walk away.
“Rah.”
I stopped.
“What?”
“Be my bitch,” The strange man restated, my eyes narrowing. My lips pressed together in a thin line as I wore my aggravation are obviously as this man’s clothing screamed “fruit”. “Rah.”
“You have to be kidding me,” I groaned, throwing my head back ever so slightly as if I were screaming to the Heavens. “I do not need this.”
I dared myself not to look back at the man, in case he still harbored that stupid grin. “Everyone needs this,” His voice was raspy, but smooth which ticked me off even more. I am not good with people and it made me wonder how someone could remain so calm in a situation like this. “Sugardumpling.”
I had, had ENOUGH and began making me way away from the strange man, wanting nothing to do with him any longer. Not that I had to begin with. It soon became apparent that he was following me for only the foot steps he made echoed. Everyone else was way to interested in watching the situation with was going down.
I turned to confront him after a minute or so, fists balled at my sides ready if this were to get violent or if I were to make it. My face fell in shock when I saw him talking to some sort of five-dollar prostitute standing on the corner, wearing little to nothing. Really? He pursued me and then ditches me for some sort of whore. If I had ever been more insulted.
“What the hell are you doing?” I asked, stalking towards him to pull the odd man from the chick. Not so much of being jealous rather than not wanting to be further humiliated in public by the people who were still staring, though I had moved our location. “Are you trying to embarrass me, Punk?”
“Whats that?” He laughed loudly, intriguing more people around us. “You want to suck me dick? Oh, okay!”
Of course, to this I responded like any other twenty-year-old Vet student who lived on a good salary, with intelligence that matched professors, and was rather handsome that could probably get anyone I wanted, would respond.
“You better buy me dinner, first.”
{{Lawl. What? I can’t believe I put aside nearly twenty minutes to write this. I can’t believe I wrote this period…. Sarah, you so have to do Fan Art for this!
Sorry for spelling mistakes. I really didn’t care enough to look… }}sevenbricks
…Wow. :ooo
