I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'VE BEEN TOLD
Who: Pip Bernadotte stolethatkiss and...YOU...?
What: Oh my god hideous Frenchman running around and doing the most hideous things ever, because of Aphrodite's arrow plot
When: Today...?
Where: EVERYWHERE, THIS ASSHOLE IS EVERYWHERE
Warnings: Ultimate hideous, FRENCH FRENCH FRENCH, stupid and disgusting poems, pervertedness, badtouching, language, aka FRESHY WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS?
[Pip Bernadotte's been struck by the love arrow.
Literally.
After some things that will be handwaved for now because they have not happened yet, Pip'd been feeling...more and more strange, to say the least. It wasn't a secret that he'd hit on every pretty woman with two legs and no tentacles, but man, today he was just feeling good about things. Things were good, everyone was strangely attractive, and damn if he didn't feel like just going up to the nearest person and singing them some sappy love song he'd heard on the radio, or whatever.
It was weird. But that didn't really register, not on a conscious level.
So here's Pip now, trundling down the halls of the Thor, humming loudly to himself and grinning at everyone and anyone. He's feeling strangely...affectionate.]
((OOC: i'm so sorry for any hideous in advance, ad;lkafsjl, feel free to like, hit him or slap him or incur physical harm upon him as you so wish...))
What: Oh my god hideous Frenchman running around and doing the most hideous things ever, because of Aphrodite's arrow plot
When: Today...?
Where: EVERYWHERE, THIS ASSHOLE IS EVERYWHERE
Warnings: Ultimate hideous, FRENCH FRENCH FRENCH, stupid and disgusting poems, pervertedness, badtouching, language, aka FRESHY WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS?
[Pip Bernadotte's been struck by the love arrow.
Literally.
After some things that will be handwaved for now because they have not happened yet, Pip'd been feeling...more and more strange, to say the least. It wasn't a secret that he'd hit on every pretty woman with two legs and no tentacles, but man, today he was just feeling good about things. Things were good, everyone was strangely attractive, and damn if he didn't feel like just going up to the nearest person and singing them some sappy love song he'd heard on the radio, or whatever.
It was weird. But that didn't really register, not on a conscious level.
So here's Pip now, trundling down the halls of the Thor, humming loudly to himself and grinning at everyone and anyone. He's feeling strangely...affectionate.]
((OOC: i'm so sorry for any hideous in advance, ad;lkafsjl, feel free to like, hit him or slap him or incur physical harm upon him as you so wish...))