It's a friday night and it's busy. All the people are but mere shadows rocking to the music, bumping to every beat, gyrating anonymously. The lights flash on and off, giving a momentary flash of reality. Unusual orange-tinted glasses shield his eyes that are sweeping dance floor for that familiar movement. He stands awkwardly in the crowd, waiting
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Hotness! (even if the dry humping wasn't quite...hmp!)
And because you're flailing like crazy, I just wanna make it clear: You are writing a fic (not this one) about the utterly poetic *grins* song d-motion? If so, then get a move on it!
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and noooooooo this is the d-motion fic orz yup, defo the most meaningful lyrics I've ever heard 0_o lolz
I meant a different fic xDDD on that has a semblance of plot...and hopefully one that can be multi-chap orz
PRZ TO BE FORGIVING FOR UNSATISFACTORY DRY-HUMPING DDDDx
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:)♥
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