Namur ([personal profile] om_nom_namur) wrote in [community profile] concoursec 2013-10-20 01:33 am (UTC)



It was impressive how well she talked with her tongue pinched. But his expression sobered, because he was serious and not just being a shit.

"'S like yer offerin' t' use it if they kiss y'," he said. "Or showin' 'em that yer body grew up but yer brain didn't, an' that's almost worse. Guys out there, 'specially in clubs an' bars an' shit where they're half drunk, they'll take advantage a that. Y' want t' be considered one a the shitty adults, then y' got t' think like one. 'Til then? Deal with it."

He let go of her tongue, then added, "An' no, it ain't jus' me with the dirty mind. There's plenty others out there makes me seem like I ain't got a clue. Jus' ain't cursed t' blush bad as I do, so y' don't realize how often they're thinkin' shit."

Like clockwork, a dusting of purplish-pink fades in over his nose and cheeks as he talks, mostly because he'd drawn attention to the fact that he does it more than anything else.

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