12-16-2012, 09:43 AM
Where once there was a grand display of manic action, a rigid calm took over. Well calm would be the wrong word. As the boi found himself lying besides the Tiger. His Lord, Fuzzy Doom, stroking his cheek, well He was filled with a terror so strong his body became like unto a plank of wood. A crossdressed plank of wood. His lips moved. No words came out. Very much due to his words being quite afraid to leave his lips.
When the words did finally get to moving, well...they were just a mere, near inaudible, whisper. "O...Migraine!" A word he noted that every girl he had ever met had used after a person desiring sexin had put the moves on them. Mayhaps it works here! Or it be not heard at all or misheard and things get bad!
When the words did finally get to moving, well...they were just a mere, near inaudible, whisper. "O...Migraine!" A word he noted that every girl he had ever met had used after a person desiring sexin had put the moves on them. Mayhaps it works here! Or it be not heard at all or misheard and things get bad!