You know, they have clinics for this sort of thing [closed]
Who: bullet_reporter and notasinglelady
What: Cofffeeeeeeee
When: Soon after this post (presumably after trolling/visiting the others that replied for coffee).
Where: By the fountain outside the mall, moving inside after they're properly acquainted.
Warnings: None-Kurt's too young and apparently Gary isn't his type. :|
He at least had the decency to put on a pair of slacks this time.
Gary made his way through the massive halls at a relatively quick pace, though still far slower than he would've liked, given the situation. It was certainly dire, a necessary task that, if not performed in a timely fashion, may result in disaster, numerous injuries to himself and passerby, and extensive property damage. It was clawing Gary from the inside out, eating away at his brain, made his eyes swim and his hands shake. It was a journey of epic proportions that would end in tears and much bickering over the optimum syrup combinations.
You see, Kurt was buying him coffee.
Broke, disheveled and twitching, Gary came upon the large fountain that marked the entrance to the mall. Instantly he straightened, adjusting his plain undershirt and hastily combing a hand through his hair, for suddenly Gary felt extremely under-dressed.
What: Cofffeeeeeeee
When: Soon after this post (presumably after trolling/visiting the others that replied for coffee).
Where: By the fountain outside the mall, moving inside after they're properly acquainted.
Warnings: None-Kurt's too young and apparently Gary isn't his type. :|
He at least had the decency to put on a pair of slacks this time.
Gary made his way through the massive halls at a relatively quick pace, though still far slower than he would've liked, given the situation. It was certainly dire, a necessary task that, if not performed in a timely fashion, may result in disaster, numerous injuries to himself and passerby, and extensive property damage. It was clawing Gary from the inside out, eating away at his brain, made his eyes swim and his hands shake. It was a journey of epic proportions that would end in tears and much bickering over the optimum syrup combinations.
You see, Kurt was buying him coffee.
Broke, disheveled and twitching, Gary came upon the large fountain that marked the entrance to the mall. Instantly he straightened, adjusting his plain undershirt and hastily combing a hand through his hair, for suddenly Gary felt extremely under-dressed.