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bakerstreet2013-10-03 12:41 am
sockle) wrote in bakerstreet2013-10-03 12:41 am
TOO HOT meme
HOW TO PLAY:
○ Comment with your character's NAME, FANDOM and/or PREFERENCE
○ Tag around
○ Have fun! :)
HOW TO PLAY:
○ Comment with your character's NAME, FANDOM and/or PREFERENCE
○ Tag around
○ Have fun! :)
[Road smirked as she looked at the information broker.]
So, if you win I answer any questions you have about the Noah. If I win, you answer anything I ask about you. Deal?
So, if you win I answer any questions you have about the Noah. If I win, you answer anything I ask about you. Deal?
[I don't know, please be gentle.]
If he didn't initiate this play he wouldn't be the one to speak in protest; he and games share an intimate affinity, strong as of any boy his age. But he isn't any boy. He is willing to trespass where others hesitate to rear their heads, because he can.
Hello, sis. How about it? says Mikhail, his black head of hair easing toward the shoulder of a well pressed shirt in question. If there is an answer on her lips he isn't biding his time to hear it, instead he coaxes her nearer with energetic hand waves, just that he can climb a stone step and correct the height discrepancy.
This'll cut it. You're ready, right? A professional looking lady like you...
Hello, sis. How about it? says Mikhail, his black head of hair easing toward the shoulder of a well pressed shirt in question. If there is an answer on her lips he isn't biding his time to hear it, instead he coaxes her nearer with energetic hand waves, just that he can climb a stone step and correct the height discrepancy.
This'll cut it. You're ready, right? A professional looking lady like you...
[He's just staring at Makoto at the moment, jaw set as he leans back, hands supporting him. He quirks an eyebrow and sits up after a few seconds and leans forward.]
You don't look like the type that would so something like this.
You don't look like the type that would so something like this.
[Well, not sure who you are, cutie, but he does have a thing for redheads.]
So, shall we play?
So, shall we play?
[ character info, to get a general idea about him.
open to men and women of any and all media types (live action, anime/manga, video games, original, yadda yadda). assumed cr would be a+, though not necessarily needed.
there's also a 99% that it'll end in feeding, regardless of who wins or who loses. ]
open to men and women of any and all media types (live action, anime/manga, video games, original, yadda yadda). assumed cr would be a+, though not necessarily needed.
there's also a 99% that it'll end in feeding, regardless of who wins or who loses. ]
*This was why he avoided people. People get weird ideas into their heads and this "game" is even weirder. Not that he intends on losing! But who made this game? A human? Well whoever it is, Lance hopes they feel bad for making something so awful.*
No way in hell am I gonna lose to you!
{As a note, he's a hermaphrodite, though if that bothers you, I have no trouble playing him as if he is fully male. Up to you if they know about each other's status as a dhampir and the like.}}
No way in hell am I gonna lose to you!
{As a note, he's a hermaphrodite, though if that bothers you, I have no trouble playing him as if he is fully male. Up to you if they know about each other's status as a dhampir and the like.}}
Edited 2013-10-03 02:24 (UTC)
Hmmm... [He's not terribly interested in this sort of thing, but since there's a prize he's giving it some thought. The first thing that comes to mind is the thing he's staring at, which is Nagito's hair. It just looks so fluffy.
But he could probably fuzz it up without having to win this.]
Sooo when I win, I can get you to buy me something... ?
[Murasakibara asks in his slow, lilting drawl.]
But he could probably fuzz it up without having to win this.]
Sooo when I win, I can get you to buy me something... ?
[Murasakibara asks in his slow, lilting drawl.]
[Miranda doesn't look nervous; she looks petrified. And yet there he is, perfectly collected and calm. What she wouldn't give to trade mentalities with him right now!]
You're sure we should play this game...?
[Her cheeks are heavily flushed, and her hands are shaking. Kissing someone like him...it's too embarrassing! A-and kind of sexy, but mostly embarrassing!]
You're sure we should play this game...?
[Her cheeks are heavily flushed, and her hands are shaking. Kissing someone like him...it's too embarrassing! A-and kind of sexy, but mostly embarrassing!]
Ready to play? [Soubi smiled, leaning into Lavi but not touching.]
Edited 2013-10-03 23:06 (UTC)
No pressure into tagging things you're not comfortable with!
historyrabbit
- 2013-10-06 22:19 (UTC) - Expand[Ok, so he had a really bad day and now he'd drank a few glasses of whiskey. Maybe it was his fault but Commissioner Loeb had just been murdered only a few hours ago. He noticed a woman standing by the window of his office. Nearly jumping out of his skin, he felt like reaching for his gun, but he didn't. Instead, he got out his coin and flipped it into the air a few times. He was slightly drunk and this woman was beautiful.]
Who are you?
Who are you?
[OOC: She'll probably lose, unless you want to assume previous CR.]
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