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Post by vika2 on Jan 1, 2012 16:19:45 GMT -5
one is plenty for me. i can't multitask, i'd probably end up spoiling one and ignoring the other. i don't understand how people deal with multiple family members anyway. it's fine, dear.
i'll hush, no grumpiness, only joy.
that's sweet, angel. i'll make sure i find it. as for your dad, tell him i said thanks, but we're fine. there's only the two of us anyway, how much trouble could we possibly get in, hmm? mom's calm, i'm content.
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Post by juniperthree on Jan 1, 2012 16:41:24 GMT -5
wolfy.
my mother always said that men can't multitask. it's not your fault, its just because you're a boy. i never knew how to deal with siblings, but i have four cousins and they are all loud and mental and terrifying and beautiful. you can borrow them too, sometimes, if you want.
i'll tell him you said that, then. but hyde, you know you get into a lot of trouble just by yourself. add another person and it could be catastrophe. i'd like to meet your mother i'm sending this now and then i'm bringing you some cupcakes and a hug. get dressed.
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Post by vika2 on Jan 1, 2012 16:45:09 GMT -5
i'd like to borrow them too, then. though i hope they're not eighteen-year-old and attractive? in that case, things might get awkward, you know.
no. no you would not. trust me. i don't want to get dressed. i have two weeks off, let me enjoy them in my boxers, if i fancy.
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Post by juniperthree on Jan 1, 2012 16:49:31 GMT -5
wolfy.
...tyler's seventeen-year-old, and attractive i guess? and his twin sister, she's beautiful. but what do you ...oh god wolf don't start please we're related, he used to sing me to sleep, we used to have baths together
you might want to enjoy them in your boxers, but i do not want to enjoy you in your boxers. i'll stand outside and eat all these cupcakes by myself and then i'll get fat and you won't love me anymore.
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Post by vika2 on Jan 1, 2012 16:53:09 GMT -5
fine. for the first time in my life, i will willingly miss out on a threesome with hot twins, just because you told me so. this is the ultimate sacrifice, love. do realise that.
c'mon. i'm nice in my boxers. and for your infomation, you could use a little more flesh on your bones. and even if you overdo it and grow chubby, i'd only love you more. you'd be so squishy to cuddle.
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Post by juniperthree on Jan 1, 2012 16:58:57 GMT -5
wolfy.
thanks for that image, wolf, i always wanted that.
i know you are. that's why i'd prefer you wore clothes. it gets much less difficult for me to stop imagining you with anyone the more layers you have on.
...mother says i just have thin bones... and aren't i nice to cuddle anyway? maybe i am too thin... well now i need a hug more than ever and i don't even care if you're not wearing a shirt. or pants. let me in.
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Post by vika2 on Jan 1, 2012 17:17:54 GMT -5
sorry.
doesn't matter if you're skinny or fat, i'll love you anyway. thin bones, heavy bones, whatever. come here. let me love upon you, you frail little thing.
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Post by juniperthree on Jan 1, 2012 17:25:32 GMT -5
wolfy.
i forgive you. and when you say things like that it makes me wonder how people can ever stand to say such awful lies about you. i'll be there in two seconds. i take back what i said earlier, please wear pants.
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Post by vika2 on Jan 1, 2012 17:32:01 GMT -5
what do they say about me then? do they call me a heartless monster? do they call me a whore with a million std's? or a filthy blood traitor? or a vile, dangerous beast? they probably do. and they're right. you're the delusional one, darling.
fine. i put on pants. but no shirt.
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Post by juniperthree on Jan 1, 2012 17:38:12 GMT -5
wolfy.
yeah. they do. but i never listen. i know you better. i know you best. you might not be perfect but you're the closest thing to a brother and a best friend i'll ever have, and i'll never hear a word wrong about you, because you mean the most to me, more than anyone can understand, because none of them have ever given you the chance to get to know you and get to love you, and i won't let you fall under the weight of everything you have to deal with, because i might be tiny and i could barely carry even a tenth of it, but i'll try even if i fail because you're worth it.
so don't you dare tell me i'm delusional.
i'm sorry this owl was so late. you made me cry.
also, no shirt is okay. you're warmer to hug when i can feel your muscles.
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Post by vika2 on Jan 2, 2012 5:33:26 GMT -5
if you say so, angel. the others have facts, my own actions, to plead for their cases, but if you stubbornly want to believe in the goodness of my soul, i won't stop you. i couldn't stop you, even if i wanted to.
don't cry, cel, angel. don't cry, or else i'll cry too. and have you ever seen a six foot something, sobbing, howling wolf? i'd probably drown this hemisphere and we wouldn't want that. dry your eyes or come here and i'll dry them for you.
no shoes, no shirt and i still get cuddles. damn, look at that.
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Post by juniperthree on Jan 2, 2012 8:09:50 GMT -5
wolfy.
i still don't understand.
but you're right, you'd probably at least drown most of bristol and i don't think many people would be very happy about that then again
let me in, my owl is getting dizzy flying in tight two-metre circles from me to your window.
just so you know, this is an exception to the rule. usually i do prefer shirts. but at least you're wearing pants so i have to give and take, right?
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Post by vika2 on Jan 2, 2012 9:36:49 GMT -5
i wouldn't want to drowl bristol, i fucking love this place.
it could be dizzy from doing that, or it could be dizzy from the smoke. i've been smoking, yeah. i'll try and charm it all away before you get here, which is about now, actually. i think i see you.
but clothes are so overrated. i only wear them not to feeze to death, but whatever. i'll see you in a sec.
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Post by juniperthree on Jan 10, 2012 18:29:21 GMT -5
wolfy.
bristol's nicer because you're in it. and you're starting to misspell some of your words, wolfy. well, i can definitely see you. clothes might be overrated for you, since your body is like a honeytrap for anyone who sees it, but nobody wants to see any more of me than they absolutely have to. what lies, freida pinto is a babe. on another note, please don't kill my owl, he's my father's, he's had him since he went to hogwarts. once you've cleared up the air a bit, you can let me in. i should be at your door by the time you get this. remember: no pants = no cupcakes, alright? i cannot deal with that kind of stress just now.
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Post by vika2 on Jan 12, 2012 9:22:22 GMT -5
i'm not missspelling anything. i'm just happy. wheeeeee~
fine, pants, shoes, socks, whatever you fancy. i love you. i love you, cel. but what's that? is that you? are you peeking through the back door, silly celly, or am i being stalked? i bet it's stormy. but where's stormy gone to - i haven't seen him in ages. i don't miss him, though. i never would. but i do miss you. but i'll see you in a sec.
damn, this shit is good.
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