Post by TFP on Oct 24, 2007 16:27:23 GMT -4
Uh, well.
He's kind of, uhh... cool.
Cool!
Ruskin Severson; "Cool."
She's hot!
Ruskin Severson; "Fame, Tougher... out, now."
The two quickly exit the locker-room and stand outside, trying to peak in at the two that stand close to one another. Ruskin glares at them and walks to the door, slamming it shut and locking it up. He stands there, looking at his hand that is placed around the doorknob. Should he unlock it? Is he really ready for something so soon and so quick? He's almost thirty-one years old and she's twenty-three, so that's pretty good. Right? You're damn right it's right. So he leaves the door locked, privacy is good at a time like this.
Savannah Taylor; "...Are we...?"
Ruskin Severson; "...We are...!"
You might as well change the title of this roleplay to "No pants," I suppose.
He's kind of, uhh... cool.
Cool!
Ruskin Severson; "Cool."
She's hot!
Ruskin Severson; "Fame, Tougher... out, now."
The two quickly exit the locker-room and stand outside, trying to peak in at the two that stand close to one another. Ruskin glares at them and walks to the door, slamming it shut and locking it up. He stands there, looking at his hand that is placed around the doorknob. Should he unlock it? Is he really ready for something so soon and so quick? He's almost thirty-one years old and she's twenty-three, so that's pretty good. Right? You're damn right it's right. So he leaves the door locked, privacy is good at a time like this.
Savannah Taylor; "...Are we...?"
Ruskin Severson; "...We are...!"
You might as well change the title of this roleplay to "No pants," I suppose.