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Posted: Wed Dec 25, 2013 2:01 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 25, 2013 3:42 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 25, 2013 5:10 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 25, 2013 5:50 pm
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Ⓥιяιℓε • Ⓜσяȶιмεя
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❝ Virile gave a short hum of irritation, being too preoccupied with grabbing a paper plate and a bowl from a nearby cabinet. He carefully hovered the bowl over the spider and scooped it up with the paper plate, effectively trapping the creature. He walked over to the classroom door, careful not to open the container he made from the bowl and plate, and placed let it free in the hall before shutting the door. He stepped over to Keahi, placing the bowl and paper plate on his desk. "Listen pet, dont be thinking you can steal all my candy just 'cus you're kinda cute- lemme get one thing straight here." he said, running a hand through his hair. He paced back to his own desk and cleared a space, sitting down a top it. He picked up a blank action figure, usually used for pose reference and wiggled its arms about. "I ain't gonna tolerate the fightin' and attitude because of things like that." He said, motioning to Keahi's wrapped hand. He stood and paced over to the boy's seat, reaching over and taking the injured hand. He looked Keahi in the eye and smiled his sly, ever so charming smile. "He'll get an earful later, but right now, you cant participate properly in my class, also because you stole all my candy, which im willing to let slide... IF and only IF you behave." Virile brought Keahi's hand to his lips and kissed the bruised knuckles lightly before returning the other's hand. "And dont think that brat will go unpunished either messin' around like that in my classroom, not acceptable, but i wasnt about to have a fight between you two right here and now- though that might have been entertaining hmm." Humming thoughtfully, he moved to his desk and grabbed his scarf, trying to decide what to do next.
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『σσȼ :ovo』
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Posted: Wed Dec 25, 2013 6:10 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 25, 2013 9:09 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 25, 2013 9:31 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 25, 2013 9:52 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 26, 2013 9:37 am
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Ⓥιяιℓε • Ⓜσяȶιмεя
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❝ The shouting surprised Virile a bit. He hadn't expected Keahi to get so upset so easily, but he smiled at the other anyways. "Yes, you did, and I'm very happy that you were so good." The man set the small rabbit figurine in front of Keahi on his desk and he took a moment to think about the other question that was thrown out at him. What did he want from the boy..? A perplexed look crossed the silver-haired man's face and he brought his hand up to stroke his chin thoughtfully. "This was supposed to be mainly about the hand injury you got before class, but I supposed I veered off track..." Virile tried to think about his words a bit. "Kitten, I'm not angry with you, do you understand? You aren't really in trouble I suppose nn" A perplexed look crossed his face and he began to rub his temples with his finger tips. "What about you though, what do you want?" He finally managed, thinking that the hot-headed boy couldn't possibly be staying if he didn't want to, considering how brashly he seemed to act? Virile wasn't sure, and he wasn't entirely sure how to approach the other.
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『σσȼ :』
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Posted: Thu Dec 26, 2013 11:58 am
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Posted: Thu Dec 26, 2013 4:54 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 28, 2013 9:56 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 29, 2013 1:58 pm
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♠ ♣ ♥ ♦ ♦ ♥ ♣ ♠ ♠ ♣ ♥ ♦ ♦ ♥ ♣ ♠ ♠ ♣ ♥ ♦ ♦ ♥ ♣ ♠ Remi - 3 - Lockheart ♠ ♣ ♥ ♦ ♦ ♥ ♣ ♠ ♠ ♣ ♥ ♦ ♦ ♥ ♣ ♠ ♠ ♣ ♥ ♦ ♦ ♥ ♣ ♠
thoughts : please say yes... with : Mortimeer feeling : nervous
3 closed his eyes tight, feeling the hair being moved once again, and even tighter as his head was tilted. 3 gasped softly as he had felt virile's thumb moving across him, and across his lips. Virile had him under his thumb, and could have done anything to him, but he only chose to kiss his cheek and behind his ear. As Virile had kissed his neck, 3 felt himself let out a very soft and extremely high pitched. As he was kissed on the lips, 3 leaned into it a little, actually kissing back. Once again as the kiss came to a close, 3 leaned forward, not wanting it to end. Before 3 could think straight, Virile told him they had ran out of time and that he had to go, and was walking away. 3 bit his lip, grabbing a hold of his shoulder bag tightly, and following.
{{ 3 exits the rooftop - 3 enters the art room }}
3 opened the door, looking at the ground, knowing he was the only besides Virile in the room. He moved quietly, not making any noise as he moved to his normal desk in the back of the room. Sitting down, and looking up to see the clay, he thought for a moment, and took out his color pencil's. He would use them to design something on whatever they made out of the clay. He took a deep breath, waiting for Virile to start. He was still rather embarrassed at what happened. Virile had him under his thumb, and 3 had no idea how to get out. He bit his lip, pulling out his notebook while he waited. He opened his colored pencils and started drawing. Well not drawing. 3 had gone back to one of his old pictures, and started to color it. 3 was best at abstract art. Art that was different, and was never the same. 3 connected to this kind of art. He took out his pencils and started to color with reds, yellows, and greens. This drawing made him think of long braided hair died all different kinds of bright colors. It also made him think of flowers in fall.
OutOfCookies : __
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