Basilisk Campfire; Very Late Tuesday Night.
...It was bound to happen again.
After all, who was Chad to deprive others of the beauty that was him? He'd upped the ante since his last excursion like this on the rooftops, even, by adding the sheer pleasure that was his soulful music.
Returning from work, Chad found himself sitting in front of the Basilisk campfire, wearing nothing more than his guitar and tattoos, strumming idly and singing in Spanish.
He wasn't even wearing his bandage. Every part of him was glorious, even his scars.
Come. Bask in the greatness of teh Chad.
[[ yes, chad is snowflaked. yes, chad is naked. yes, admin types are free to slap him with a detention for his public nudity. ]]
[[ and, yes, of course, the post is open ]]
[[ and now it's even labeled correctly, yay ]]
After all, who was Chad to deprive others of the beauty that was him? He'd upped the ante since his last excursion like this on the rooftops, even, by adding the sheer pleasure that was his soulful music.
Returning from work, Chad found himself sitting in front of the Basilisk campfire, wearing nothing more than his guitar and tattoos, strumming idly and singing in Spanish.
He wasn't even wearing his bandage. Every part of him was glorious, even his scars.
Come. Bask in the greatness of teh Chad.
[[ yes, chad is snowflaked. yes, chad is naked. yes, admin types are free to slap him with a detention for his public nudity. ]]
[[ and, yes, of course, the post is open ]]
[[ and now it's even labeled correctly, yay ]]