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17.03.2025
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gamblerscasino[OP]
17.03.2025 07:04
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gamblerscasino[OP]
17.03.2025 07:04
Link> never stop gambling guys
* It was like picking up a dry feather that cracked with each slight movement, practically anything dealing a slight amount of damage, though he didn’t move at all, staying limp
Ow… Where to exactly?
I mean, your arms feel pretty safe… as safe as they can be when I’m practically one squeeze away from snapping a bone.
* He chuckled at the kiss, gently leaning his head against Mafioso’s chest, almost making a purring sound.
…Would you be disappointed if I said I was skipping and didn’t notice a rock on the ground?
* He smiled warmly as he leaned further into him, though scowled as he comprehended what he’d said.
I’m not that irresponsible!… most of the time.
> Ohymg do IM SOBBING THATS TOO ACCURATE
…Only a FEW times!
* He noticed the door of his house was locked, shifting slightly in Mafioso’s grip to grab his keys out of his coat, a small crack being heard with a wince as he offered the keys up to him.
* He practically melted into the couch, only taking a second to toss his sunglasses off before burying his face into the fabric, mumbling.
…You’re staying like usual, right?
* He smiled against the couch, before pulling himself up to lay against Mafioso, clinging onto him.
Glad to hear that.
Is there a reason for your er… seemingly disappointed demeanor?
Oh gee I wonder. Truly a mystery.
*crosses arms while giving that signature disappointed look only an Elliot could give*
* He chuckles hopelessly, still on the ground as he VERY slowly pushed himself back onto his feet, basically trembling.
…At least I didn’t just get outright knocked out?
… you’re lucky I made EXTRA. pizza today. Now sit down before I start carrying you.
*he sighed, rolling his eyes as he pulled out a pizza slice, waiting for chance to sit down before he’d give it to him.*
Oh come on, I gotta sit like a dog before you give me any pizza? I can stand!
* He was visibly about topple over despite his cocky attitude..
*he snapped his fingers and pointed to the ground before speaking sternly.*
Sit. Down. Would you rather me throw the pizza? Have you run to it?? I don’t think so..
* He sputtered for a second, unable to think of something else to say in response, sighing as he carefully sat himself down, crossing his arms across his chest.
Fine, fine! Only because my legs hurt, not just because you said to.
Uh huh.. I’ll believe that. Here,
*he finally gave the other the pizza, unfortunately he didn’t have a medkit on him.. and he didn’t see any around. He debated on looking around for one, but quite frankly… he just wanted to lay down.*
You SERIOUSLY need to be more careful.. it seems like you’re only alive because I’m around conveniently when you’re… yeah.
* He took the pizza some-what gratefully, taking his time to eat it, extremely tempted to eat the slice backwards.
Okay, you HAVE saved my skin more times than I’d want to count, but I have reasonable cause for all the harm that I experience! Especially when most of it is.. self-inflicted.. I’m not that fragile of a twig!
*elliot lifted a brow at that statement, the expression on his face showed that he didn’t believe any of it.*
Alright… what was the “reasonable cause” for this then, hm?
…. I would smack you upside the head for your stupidity but I fear that would kill you
It’s great! Without the looming threat of a gentle breeze knocking me over!
Uh huh..... let me know if you need another, mkay? Like I said. I made extra..