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Lucian
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Date Posted: 22:43:24 07/25/09 Sat
In reply to:
Zeth
's message, ".:.Bananas follow us. 0.o .:." on 17:58:13 07/25/09 Sat
Once again, Lucian wins. A smirk threatened to tug at the corners of his lips as his silver discs scoured her figure, lingering in places the vase simply did not cover. Next to naked, though close, was not how he last envisioned Tarot; of course, even had she been completely without a stitch, she still would not quite be exactly how he imagined her. A growl rumbled in the back of his throat. There were growls that were threatening and then there were the rumblings that warned of other misdeeds. With a loud kerchunk, the bottle fell into the metal basin, completely forgotten by Lucian as he leapt to his feet.
Lucian rarely drank anyway and when he did touch the stuff, it was always in moderation. With his sophisticated pallet [thank you, Alairic], most booze and liquor simply did not measure up and satiate his desires. And the idea of puking all over the place and waking up spooning the Porcelain Queen repulsed Lucian. But whatever floats your boat, Zeth.
Snatching at threads of shadows, Lucian jerked at Zeth’s tangled mess of sheets from the other room… simply because Lucian could and it would amuse him if Zeth did a face plant on the floor. Limbs quickly and effortlessly closed the distance between his self and Tarot, staying just out of arm’s reach. Whoever thought self control and restraint did not exist in Zeth’s or Bri’s gene pools would shit themselves at the moment. Christmas tree or not, he liked what he saw… and we aren’t talking about the case either.
‘Hello there, yourself.’
[being LAZY harhar]
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