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[demonspawn]

IT'S FACE-SUCKING SATURDAY

post as your characters.
anons reply with character names.
ur character + that character = facesucking.
underagedchans can hug or hold hands etc.

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[demonspawn]

When have I ever been gay?

[ he might sound defensive. or maybe it's just because of his boss and her way of sneaking up on him, god april! ]

[aggressiveapathy]

I'm the one asking questions, cult baby.

[And one foot kicks up to rest on his arm rest. Semi-trapping him in there.]

[demonspawn]

[ that movement draws his attention, and he's starting to think maybe something's up -- like his sixth sense for april shenganigans is starting to act up and his window for escape is probably closing pretty quickly here. ]

Right. Okay. [ warily: ] Is there a reason I'm being interrogated here, or?

[aggressiveapathy]

Oh my god, I though you were from hell. Not dumb-erfell. Answer the stupid question!

[And with that huff she slides off the desk. So, for those keeping track, she's now looking over him. With one foot on his arm rest.]

[demonspawn]

What? No. I'm not -- "seriously gay," or whatever.

[aggressiveapathy]

Finally.

[And screw any other build up. She's annoyed now. Which is why she drops her leg to, instead, firmly plant one hand on each arm rest and lean in for that kiss.

That angry, maybe a little bitey kiss.]

[demonspawn]

[ oh.

oh.

there's probably at least two full seconds where he's just stunned and sits there like a loser with his brain more or less disconnected from the rest of his useless body. it's only the catch of teeth that gets him to actually do anything -- which is to promptly put his hands on her shoulders and push a little, flustered when he demands: ]

Wait, what?

[aggressiveapathy]

I'm making out. With you. We are making out.

[ this, terry, this is her face :| as she tries to shrug him off and lean back in.]