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 Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2014 7:15 pm
It was lunch time and instead of sending a text off to his boilfriend to meet up Zaire turned his phone off. He was in a mood, not necessarily a bad mood but a mood where he would rather be alone. Unwrapping the sandwich he picked up from the creepateria the monster began to eat, enjoying the pumpkin sun as it's rays shine down to meet his face.
Eating outside was always better than in, today it was even better considering there were only one or two creeple around the benches with him. Another bite and a delighted hum slipped from the tanned throat. Another bite and he was moving a hand up to rub over semi-sore shoulders, working out had been hell today and it didn't help that his sweat stung as it seeped into some of the larger claw marks his boilfriend had graced his shoulders with.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2014 7:50 pm
No she wasn't stalking...She was just casually eating the bit of meat she acquired from the creepateria, which happened to be the last one, and also explained why it was so...unsatisfying. Amy let out a small huff before resuming the story she has already created in her mind. She nearly had an undignified moment, quickly trying to keep the drool from leaving her mouth.
Enter scene where two handsome boils were going at it in a mass tangle of claws and scales, the intense sparring session seeming to ignite more than just the feeling of competitiveness and male satisfaction, but the feeling a passion as well. A misplaced touch here, a swiping of claws there and the fire in their eyes ignited. Soon the punches and kicks were replaced with gentle touches and hisses were replaced with groans and sighs as they metled to the floor....
"And they became one...." a sigh escaped her lips as she kept staring at the back of Zaire, who along with his boilfriend became the subjects of one of her highest rated boil love novels.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2014 8:16 pm
That uneasy prickling up the back of the neck feeling, he had it. A rub over the back over of his neck and the boil shrugged. Focused on food the sandwich in hand was quickly finished off, fingers promptly licked clean afterwords. When the feeling hadn't left even after his food was gone the boil slowly glanced behind him.
Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, there was a pretty ghoul and some other creeple eating. On a suck of teeth to clear out food he stood up, stretching to the sun before yawning and collecting his things. Dipping down to collect a last library book, glowing blues looked up again towards the source of his previous discomfort.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2014 8:33 pm
Goodness gracious! Did this boil even KNOW the amount of material he was giving her? The sensual cleaning of his fingertips only served to excite the other boil, drawing him closer until he took one finger into his mouth before the other could clean it, a small grin playing on his face. Was it getting hot here or was it just her?
The poor plant ghoul grabbed her cheeks as a small blush crept onto her face. Gosh this was just soooo un-lady like! Her mother would have a heart attack! She was so deep in her thoughts that she didnt even notice her subject looking at her.
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2014 3:06 pm
Again nothing out of the ordinary, so on a shrug of backpack over his shoulder Zaire started out. Not really heading anywhere in particular as his classes for the day were done. So in a lazy stroll he admired the campus sights, watching as ghouls rushed past giggling about what boil they saw today and wondering why they behaved such ways.
It was still a mystery to him how creeple acted when they had crushes.
With a roll of shoulders the monster boil paused to get a drink from a fountain out front of the gym. Thoughts given to look in to see if any new clubs had popped up over the last few weeks as he drank. Most of them liked to post flyers near the gyms he had noticed, one last gulp of water and he was pushing the school doors open and heading to look around the walls at the different flyers.
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