where are the damn brats?
WHO: Gokudera and Bianchi (and I guess anyone else who wants to jump in, gives an excuse to explain the history.)
WHAT: oh, hay thar, WHUT ARE YOU DOING IN JAPAN???
WHERE: Starbucks
WHEN: late evening
RATING:...Shamal will be involved XD So most likely under R (what a loser)
WARNING(s): Probably excessive cursing and comedic violence.
This lab coat is a double edged sword, Shamal has come to realize.
“Are you a doctor?” a woman asks teasingly, “Wanna play doctor with me later?” On such instances he really had no qualms.
“ARE YOU A DOCTOR?” a woman had asked frantically, “WE NEED SOMEONE WHO KNOWS CPR!” And when the victim of asphyxiation happened to be a man, Shamal had found someone else who knew CPR, because why should he go out of his way to do something he doesn’t enjoy? He didn’t even know him that well.
But this woman who wants to play doctor with him later is definitely on the good edge of the figurative sword, there is a pro to every con.
“Why don’t we play doctor now?” He purrs, charming for her.
However, walking out of the restaurant with the woman, Shamal sees a rack that he just has to grope. It’s better to regret doing something than to regret doing nothing, he has always thought.
He gets slapped, twice, and now he regrets not being able to sleep with that one chick he actually had a chance with. Of course he chases her, sings her name in the most comical way, and of course she gets away. Such is his life.
Resigning his libido for the rest of the night -- he’s damn tired -- he wanders into a nearby Starbucks, with his laptop, for a tall cup of black coffee.
And drowning in the overwhelming bitterness and energy/oomph his drink brings him, he writes porn about ‘playing doctor.’
[ooc: you can play in whatever format you want.]
WHAT: oh, hay thar, WHUT ARE YOU DOING IN JAPAN???
WHERE: Starbucks
WHEN: late evening
RATING:...Shamal will be involved XD So most likely under R (what a loser)
WARNING(s): Probably excessive cursing and comedic violence.
This lab coat is a double edged sword, Shamal has come to realize.
“Are you a doctor?” a woman asks teasingly, “Wanna play doctor with me later?” On such instances he really had no qualms.
“ARE YOU A DOCTOR?” a woman had asked frantically, “WE NEED SOMEONE WHO KNOWS CPR!” And when the victim of asphyxiation happened to be a man, Shamal had found someone else who knew CPR, because why should he go out of his way to do something he doesn’t enjoy? He didn’t even know him that well.
But this woman who wants to play doctor with him later is definitely on the good edge of the figurative sword, there is a pro to every con.
“Why don’t we play doctor now?” He purrs, charming for her.
However, walking out of the restaurant with the woman, Shamal sees a rack that he just has to grope. It’s better to regret doing something than to regret doing nothing, he has always thought.
He gets slapped, twice, and now he regrets not being able to sleep with that one chick he actually had a chance with. Of course he chases her, sings her name in the most comical way, and of course she gets away. Such is his life.
Resigning his libido for the rest of the night -- he’s damn tired -- he wanders into a nearby Starbucks, with his laptop, for a tall cup of black coffee.
And drowning in the overwhelming bitterness and energy/oomph his drink brings him, he writes porn about ‘playing doctor.’
[ooc: you can play in whatever format you want.]