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Roselyn · 06-29-2013, 02:30 PM

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Airey went crashing into the chair, legs first, and came to a sudden stop. His looked like a defeated starfish the way his body was and he almost felt that way too. Not that he was entirely sure what a defeated starfish felt like, but one could always attempt to imagine these things.

He didn't even want to think about the green path his suit had painted on the floor. His poor suit. Only fair, he supposed, since he had gotten her boots all paint covered too.

Arm up, he flicked it towards his wall to add the last layer of paint to his design and then glanced back at Medea with a giant smirk on his lips. It sort of reminded him of the time he had got his fingers trapped in a Chinese finger trap. You know, the whole pretending that she had chopped it off. Only he wasn't going to pull that stunt again now. He liked seeing her smile.

"I win."

He was dead. No, no. He wasn't.

Though with the display he just gave and the way he looked all sprawled out as such automatically had her mind going to the worst case scenario. Dead people didn't add more paint to walls or smirk. She was eyeing that smirk! Momentarily. Her hands unclenched around Sonya, letting the little bird run freeeeee again while glancing to his part of the wall. Pardon??

She'd seen some particularly abstract pieces of artwork in her days but... "How in the vorld do you vin?"

06-29-2013, 02:30 PM	#260 (permalink)
Roselyn DMAC & DoM Kappa Join Date: May 2009 Location: Western US Posts: 14,682 x9 x8	Super Slytherin Buddy \| \| ⅓ She-Snake Trio \| \| a normal girl with normal knees Quote: Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie Airey went crashing into the chair, legs first, and came to a sudden stop. His looked like a defeated starfish the way his body was and he almost felt that way too. Not that he was entirely sure what a defeated starfish felt like, but one could always attempt to imagine these things. He didn't even want to think about the green path his suit had painted on the floor. His poor suit. Only fair, he supposed, since he had gotten her boots all paint covered too. Arm up, he flicked it towards his wall to add the last layer of paint to his design and then glanced back at Medea with a giant smirk on his lips. It sort of reminded him of the time he had got his fingers trapped in a Chinese finger trap. You know, the whole pretending that she had chopped it off. Only he wasn't going to pull that stunt again now. He liked seeing her smile. "I win." He was dead. No, no. He wasn't. Though with the display he just gave and the way he looked all sprawled out as such automatically had her mind going to the worst case scenario. Dead people didn't add more paint to walls or smirk. She was eyeing that smirk! Momentarily. Her hands unclenched around Sonya, letting the little bird run freeeeee again while glancing to his part of the wall. Pardon?? She'd seen some particularly abstract pieces of artwork in her days but... "How in the vorld do you vin?"