and then they'll say, "good luck." - Printable Version +- 'Souls IPB Archive (November 2007–October 2012) (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb) +-- Forum: Dead IC (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb/forumdisplay.php?fid=110) +--- Forum: Dead LASKY (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb/forumdisplay.php?fid=52) +--- Thread: and then they'll say, "good luck." (/showthread.php?tid=9455) |
- Anselm de le Poer - 01-18-2010 [html] http://i950.photobucket.com/albums/ad34 ... s/truc.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; padding-top:187px; background-position:top center; background-color:#F8BB4D; text-align:justify; font-family:georgia; font-size:11px; color:#AB360D; line-height:15px;padding-bottom:10px;">Alternate ending from here. This specific post not counted to SoSu since first half is a repeat. MATURE
@&$His eyes were drawn to the movement (as most animals' were) and as she began to gently fondle her breasts they grew wider than ever--it was remarkable, really, that they didn't pop out of his head entirely. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat and despite the chilly temperatures inside the garage, he managed to feel hot. "Not that those aren't lovely, but that's not quite what I meant," he whimpered softly, violently jerking his gaze away and focusing on the small pipe. As he exhaled and squinted into the smoke, she continued to ramble on--despite the innocence of her tone, it was fairly obvious that her mind had dipped further south as well. @&$On the upside, she hadn't seemed horribly offended by his unintentional innuendos... also on the upside, er, uh oh. By the time she reached out to gently touch his arm, he lost it. He squirmed around, crossing his legs and searching the garage in a panic. It didn't do him a whole lot of good, as his desires were making themselves extremely obvious. He stared at his crotch stupidly, and when he looked back to her he was just as dumbfounded as ever. Had she upset him? "Hardly?" he tried, attempting to brush it off with humour. @&$It was a pretty lame shot. His ears fell back and underneath his fur, his skin turned a shade of red that could have rivalled the hue of his eyes. Things were feeling mighty cramped and he was forced to uncross his legs; even if she'd seemed (playfully?) oblivious before, things were pretty hard to miss now. Once again he failed to meet her gaze--he just stared off awkwardly into the distance, in some ways refusing to acknowledge her presence and his god-given "presents" altogether. He sincerely hoped this wouldn't put a damper on their friendship. mall-caps;font-weight:bold;text-align:right; border-top:1px solid #AB360D">SoSuWriMo N/A - Savina Marino - 01-19-2010 [html] http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee19 ... hell_t.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;">
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- Anselm de le Poer - 01-23-2010 [html] http://i950.photobucket.com/albums/ad34 ... s/truc.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; padding-top:187px; background-position:top center; background-color:#F8BB4D; text-align:justify; font-family:georgia; font-size:11px; color:#AB360D; line-height:15px;padding-bottom:10px;">
@&$"Well, why wouldn't I?" he muttered, slightly dumbfounded and in some vague way, a touch guarded. She seemed completely amused by his statement, and only now could he accept just how oblivious she was to the hormonal havoc she caused with each soft touch and every light laugh. He didn't have very long to guess at the proper protocol for a situation like this, for soon he felt the warmth of her body against his as she drew him into a happy hug. This action, needless to say, rendered him more stupefied than ever. Damn her and her good looks! @&$All of a sudden she froze, and his ears fell back further and his cheeks burned hotter: she'd definitely seen it now. He sincerely anticipated a mortified shriek bouncing off the walls and rattling down to his ear drums, maybe the sharp sting of claws raking across his face--he waited for what felt like an eternity, and yet neither of these things came to pass. Somewhere along the way, his brain shut down entirely--by the time she looked up to him, he was operating on autopilot. One arm found its way gently to her waist as he reached around her back, pulling her in close as his lips found hers. @&$His grip loosened and he pulled back away, gaze averted. "I... I'm sorry," he stammered, flustered. "You know I've always thought you were very beautiful," he trailed off, as if this should somehow be all the excuse he needed. He prayed that he had not jeopardised their friendship and he hoped she knew he'd do nothing she didn't want. He offered a soft, apologetic whimper as his snout found the crook of her neck, nuzzling it gently to show his deference to her judgement. All the same, his mind was hung up on one thing--the fact that she hadn't pulled away. The fire in his groin burned on, though he did his best to ignore it. mall-caps;font-weight:bold;text-align:right; border-top:1px solid #AB360D">SoSuWriMo +328 - Savina Marino - 01-23-2010 [html] http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee19 ... hell_t.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;">
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