yuutsu.
𝑤𝘩𝑖𝑡𝑒╱𝑑𝑜𝑣𝑒,
☽˚ over the age of 18 and prefer my partners to be legal.
☽˚ advanced but i only require that you are semi / literate. i really just ask that you always give quality
replies. ☽˚ i write as either gender and do prefer a partner that can write as both, also. doubling is not
a requirement but always appreciated, as i mainly play male on here. ☽˚ quality over quantity. not looking
for someone that requires 8 + paragraphs at the moment. capable but not currently interested. my minimum as
of right now is only a solid 3 paragraphs.
"Get out of your office for once and come out with me. You owe me, remember?"
Those rotten words resounded through the auditorium of his skull like a symphony of hell, laughing at
him. Ares sat, in the midst of a private atelier above the club, in full discontentment. Disgust sat
upon his features with a curtain of permanence, like if he didn't stop scowling soon, he'd be stuck
that way. His carmine gaze studied the animals around him. Yes, animals━women and men clunking around
like blind horses at a parade, guzzling down repulsing amounts of all-too-sweet liquor and using it as
an excuse to revert back to their primal instincts. Between the gaudy mulberry blend of lights, blaring
base of the club music━too house music-esque for his tastes━and the woman who kept brushing against
him, he was... miserable.
still interested? great. please see my ideas on the next post !
☽˚ advanced but i only require that you are semi / literate. i really just ask that you always give quality
replies. ☽˚ i write as either gender and do prefer a partner that can write as both, also. doubling is not
a requirement but always appreciated, as i mainly play male on here. ☽˚ quality over quantity. not looking
for someone that requires 8 + paragraphs at the moment. capable but not currently interested. my minimum as
of right now is only a solid 3 paragraphs.
"Get out of your office for once and come out with me. You owe me, remember?"
Those rotten words resounded through the auditorium of his skull like a symphony of hell, laughing at
him. Ares sat, in the midst of a private atelier above the club, in full discontentment. Disgust sat
upon his features with a curtain of permanence, like if he didn't stop scowling soon, he'd be stuck
that way. His carmine gaze studied the animals around him. Yes, animals━women and men clunking around
like blind horses at a parade, guzzling down repulsing amounts of all-too-sweet liquor and using it as
an excuse to revert back to their primal instincts. Between the gaudy mulberry blend of lights, blaring
base of the club music━too house music-esque for his tastes━and the woman who kept brushing against
him, he was... miserable.
still interested? great. please see my ideas on the next post !