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Post by ALBERT NEIL DEAN on Apr 5, 2012 22:17:33 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #1D366F; border-top: solid #1B50D8 5px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;][classy=tite]but baby is that really what you want? [/classy][classy=cont]  [/classy] [classy=threader]The showers in the dormitories weren't that bad, all things considered. Each room had its own shower, which was rather nice. There was no waiting, no having to bring clothes, no forgetting clothes and having to run down the hall with just a too-small towel, no bending over for the soap, no people staring at your nads, and there was control over the length of your shower. It was very, very nice having your own shower that only had to be shared with a dorm mate. Al was currently in the shower, singing rather loudly. Of course, the boy had a voice like John Legend, so it wasn’t exactly unpleasant to listen to.
“BUT RUMOR HAS IT HE’S THE ONE I’M LEAVING YOU FOOOOOOOOOR!” Al never got tired of Adele. Never. The woman was a goddess. The young Dean boy continued to hum as he stepped on out of the shower, his body dripping with water and pure sexiness. An off-white (more of an eggshell, really) towel was slung around his hips, and a significantly smaller one was hanging on his hair, absorbing some of the water clinging to the curly wild mess. Al dug around and found a toothbrush and some toothpaste and proceeded to have some awesome dental hygiene happening. He heard the door to the dorm open, but didn’t think too much of it. Instead, Al spat and rinsed, then continued to sing and dry off his hair. “You’re gonna wish you’d, never had met me. Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep.” [/classy]
TAG: The mouse
NOTES: It'll get longer as we go on. Or. Maybe not. Whatever.
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Post by MICHAEL CATALYST HAYES on Apr 7, 2012 19:09:24 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #DDDDDD; border-top: solid #5a5a5a 5px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;][classy=tite]baby you light up my world like nobody else[/classy][classy=cont]  [/classy] [classy=threader] Mickey, though adorable and strange, is very easily annoyed. You would think that he would be very accepting of everything ever, but no. He's got a temper. Maybe it's because he's so skinny. He's like Tinkerbell. He can only feel one emotion at a time, and he's usually annoyed, horny, or confused. On this particular day, he found room within himself to feel horny and annoyed simultaneously as he walked into his boyfriend's dorm, box of nicked donuts in hand. He frowned deeply, and his tall hair seemed only to get taller. "STOP SINGING, YOU'RE BOYFRIEND IS HERE WITH DONUTS," he yelled at the bathroom door. Really, Mickey and the door had never gotten along. Exasperatedly, the blonde flopped onto Al's bed and tossed the donuts somewhere to his left. It was okay, though, because they're donuts, and who cares if donuts get a little smushed? They're still God's gift to the world, in all of their fried holiness. And to think that, after going to all the trouble of sneaking off campus to buy them from the best bakery in Castles, Al was too busy singing at the mirror to appreciate how perfect his boyfriend was. Admittedly, though, Mickey was hoping he had just gotten out of the shower. That would mean sexy wet hip bones (which you couldn't see under the manly man muscles) and abdominal and arm muscles. Occasionally, it paid off to have a jock boyfriend. Ah, well. So much for being annoyed. [/classy]
WEARING:LAST ONE CAUSE HE'S A CUTE POTATOWORDS: 247 welp, that's embarrassing. TAG: boyfrand NOTES: oops. got one direction stuck in my head by accident don't hate. BUT SERIOUSLY THE IRONY.
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Post by ALBERT NEIL DEAN on Apr 13, 2012 20:31:00 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #1D366F; border-top: solid #1B50D8 5px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;][classy=tite]these thousands of miles of arteries lead to a heart that beats just for you [/classy][classy=cont] [/classy] [classy=threader]Hey, it turned out someone was in fact coming into the dorm just to visit Al! Lovely. Over his loud rendition of rolling in the deep, Al managed to hear Mickey. Mickey was, of course, yelling at him to stop singing. Al wasn't quite sure when he never liked it, but whatever, haters gonna hate. Al finished up in the bathroom, leaving the towel draped around his hips but hanging up the one meant for his hair. Still humming, Al stepped on out, and was greeted with the gracious sight of his boyfriend's ass right there on his very own bed. My oh my. "Well hello there, babe, what's happening? Donuts? Best boyfriend ever. Thanks." Al paused for a moment. "Hey, will you grab me a tshirt and some pants and shit? If Becca wants, I can edit this later and toss in a paragraph describing Al's awesome jock body. Until then. Al flopped onto his bed. He had a feeling Mickey was going to command request Al's continued almost nudity. Whatever, he was just chilling with his bf, nbd. Besides, they'd both be naked soon enough. "So what's happening, babe? What's up? What's going on?" He grabbed a donut, one of the cream-filled kind, naturally, that wasn't too badly squished, and proceeded to pig out. "I'm bored, what's happening with all of your friends, made any new ones, what's going on with your sister and your brother, blah blah blah these donuts are yummy." He was on his second one. [/classy]
TAG: The mouse
NOTES: Did you really expect these posts to be long? They were based off a chatplay, remember.
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Post by MICHAEL CATALYST HAYES on Apr 16, 2012 21:43:34 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #DDDDDD; border-top: solid #5a5a5a 5px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;][classy=tite]baby you light up my world like nobody else[/classy][classy=cont] [/classy] [classy=threader] Mickey groaned loudly, as though Al were the most incompetent creature he had ever encountered. How dare he ask Mickey to do anything for him? Much less something that would cover him up even more. What a tragic, terrible, God-awful thing to say to the poor little Minnie Manly Mickey Mouse! "Get your own clothes if you have to. But seriously. Why would you want to cover that up. Like ever?" Mickey gave his boyfriend one appreciative once-over, before flopping a hand over to swipe at the donuts and, without looking, pull up a strawberry jelly-filled one. Mickey wasn't a huge fan of donuts without something inside of them. Christ. Why all these questions? I'm not talkative. You know that, thought Mickey in his most angsty passive-agressive inner voice. "Uh. Nothing much, Al. I guess I've made some friends. A few enemies, but that's to be expected. Mostly teachers, I think. I don't really know. I don't take inventory. And that blonde bitch you're always hanging out with. I don't know. I don't wanna talk. I brought donuts. When I do something like that, I expect to get sexy time in return, thank you. I worked hard to sneak out of here and get those." The last few minutes of speech added up to maybe twice as many words as Mickey was sure he had ever uttered at one time whilst in a bad mood like he was presently. (Note, kiddies, that "was", being past-tense, when used before presently, is highly contradictory and therefore could be called an oxymoron, which I know about because I've been studying like crazy for English State Rally.) [/classy]
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