[ john stops in the kitchen doorway short, already forgetting his dreams of tea and peace. he never actually has peace, but sometimes he can achieve a rough approximation of it with a good cuppa and a heavy dose of clearing his mind. or maybe all it takes is some big bloke stripping in the middle of the common area. ]
Are you always so forward? I gotta say I'm flattered, mate, but I just don't swing that way. If I did though- [ he clucks his tongue and shrugs one shoulder. having fun at someone else's expense just comes easily. especially when he couldn't give any less of a fuck about the people here. they're probably not even real. ]
no subject
Are you always so forward? I gotta say I'm flattered, mate, but I just don't swing that way. If I did though- [ he clucks his tongue and shrugs one shoulder. having fun at someone else's expense just comes easily. especially when he couldn't give any less of a fuck about the people here. they're probably not even real. ]