cuttlefish of the day
cuttlefish of the day
Preffer’s Flamboyant Cuttlefish
D —> A walking contradiction
D —> …What is that supposed to mean
What else? A walking contradiction.
You apparently claim to be, and appear to be a proper highblood, even a proper troll. You dress in a manner that inspires respect and in public act like one of your station should.
Then you turn around and do things that are greatly frowned upon if not downright forbidden, like having multiple people in one quadrant, or raising offspring like the humans do.
I do not know if you actually do these things, but my descendant thinks very little of you, Equius Zahhak.
FUCK YOU ARE CUTE
Dragon’s Breath is a very gorgeous type of opal made into many types of jewelry.
like age has anythin to do wwith it vver
You reply, blowing up at her face before tilting your head up to nuzzle your nose against her own. Fins fluttering slowly, your uproar of passion had died down and you were now fully enjoying the fluff from your kismesis.
wwe both knoww that i could be your age an youd still hate me the same
Oh Eridan, if you were my age I would be worried about breaking your hips. I’d be offering to get you a cane and help you out of bed in the evenings.
You chuckle, pecking his lips before hoisting him back onto the bed, where you simply snuggle him against you and lay sprawled across the covers like the lazy lump of royalty you were.
But yes, I would hate you the same.
You decide it’s best that you just…just lay there…and…breath.
Breathing is good.
Breathing is the best.
Forget that, you were on a nice flat surface and you still wanted to kiss the boy. Roll right over and smooch that boy.
Right on the forehead. Also cheeks, and nose for good measure before resting your forehead against his.
Getting seduced by a ten sweep old? Gods I hate you.
You push up against her, first for squeezing your hips slash bum with those long claws of her’s, then for her palming your gills through your shirt and flooding your heated senses with a much welcome cold. Her heavy handed, or in this case lipped, kissing was terribly overwhelming and you soon find your efforts to push her back and escape now completely gone.
Instead, you begin to lean your back back and pull her back with you, your hips pressing flush against her front. You can feel your body, despite her own chilled form cooling it, raising in temperature and serving to bring you to new levels of flustered frustration.
You lean forward as he pulls you…
And fall right off the bed, instinctively rolling at the last second so he isn’t crushed under you, instead having a comparatively softer landing than your own. Why had you DONE that?!
Staring up at the ceiling, you open and close your mouth several times before you can think of something to say.
|A short human begins approaching you, wearing a collared t-shirt. His hair was long and black, and very well-kept. "Excuse me.....?'|
You stare down at the young human, raising an eyebrow. The fact that he didn’t run away screaming at the sight of you alone was rather odd, the fact that he approached you was just icing on the cake.
“Can I help you?”
Don’t you talk to me about getting old I remember when computing devices took up the entire HIVE and took hours to tell you what one plus one was.