Dylan Crane | 25| Bisexual | Shifter-Puma| Guard| Master of: Buddy Byers
(This is a rp blog for the Marvelous Meadows rp group)
Someone’s feeling generous tonight.
Yeah, you better appreciate it.
Welcome back, loverboy.
Hello, dear. And how are you today?
[Smiles as he sings, biting down on her bottom lip, At the pause, she kisses his cheek] I love that rendition of the song. Better than the original. I might request that you sing to me more often.
Anything for my girl. [He smiles and continues to sing] Every moment spent with you, is the moment I treasure. I don’t want to close my eyes. I don’t want to fall asleep. Cause I’d miss you baby, and I don’t want to miss a thing.
Would you and blondie have a threesome with another dude?
Threesome, maybe. With you though? Yeah right. But since I did leave you for a while, I’ll ask her, but that’s it.
How about you surprise me?
Hm, alright. I could stay awake, just to hear you breathing. Watch you smile while you’re sleeping. While you’re far away and dreaming. I could spend my life in this sweet surrender. I could stay lost in this moment forever….
Make up your mind, fuckface. Do you want the pussy or the dick?
Both. I like both. Why only seclude myself to one, right?
You’re really taking this and running with it. And to think, he won’t even sing to me.
You want me to sing, babe? Any request?
You’re always too busy knitting to come kill with me. And yes, I cleaned it up.
Okay, I may like dick, but I’m not that fucking gay. Seriously, knitting? Fuck man, shoot me if I ever get to that point, please.
[Slides her arms up and snakes them around him, resting her elbows near his shoulders] And what if we just stay here, hmm? Settle down, have twelve kids? Anything you want…
Twelve kids? Oh my, how about two for now. A boy and a girl. Jason and….Ashley. I wonder who’ll get what gene.
I killed some shithead while you were gone. I walked in on him trying to get too frisky with a slave. I accidentally killed him. It was a joy. You miss all the fun.
Did you clean up your mess? I hope so. The damn slaves complain when there’s blood everywhere. We’ll have to go out for a kill sometime soon.