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paradisalogs2014-03-30 01:42 pm
molotov) wrote in paradisalogs2014-03-30 01:42 pm
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☠ 065 ; closed
Who: Molotov and Ezio
What: handcuffed together because life is stupid
When: NOW until they get their shit together
Where: Ezio's room lol
Rating: idek probably PG-13 for their mouths and various inevitable states of undress
[Molotov really did consider her second anniversary a rousing success. A whole day of endless drinking and sex and slurred insulting of other couples screamed from the balcony. A two-person bacchanalia really, and all because she'd proven she was capable of a successful relationship.
The downside is, of course, the state of death-like unconsciousness and the horrific hangover that followed such activities. So it's not very surprising to Molotov that she feels out of place right now, waking up late and with a groan to the sunlight trying to peek under her eyelid.
She mumbles irritably, rolls her face more into the pillow, and lets her weight rest on the warm lump behind her, barely noticing that Brock feels weird. Everything feels weird right now. Mostly her head.]
What: handcuffed together because life is stupid
When: NOW until they get their shit together
Where: Ezio's room lol
Rating: idek probably PG-13 for their mouths and various inevitable states of undress
[Molotov really did consider her second anniversary a rousing success. A whole day of endless drinking and sex and slurred insulting of other couples screamed from the balcony. A two-person bacchanalia really, and all because she'd proven she was capable of a successful relationship.
The downside is, of course, the state of death-like unconsciousness and the horrific hangover that followed such activities. So it's not very surprising to Molotov that she feels out of place right now, waking up late and with a groan to the sunlight trying to peek under her eyelid.
She mumbles irritably, rolls her face more into the pillow, and lets her weight rest on the warm lump behind her, barely noticing that Brock feels weird. Everything feels weird right now. Mostly her head.]