The Equivalent of a Stick Bones Wrong Number Fiasco
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sticksandbones[Some time in the early evening hours, those close to their netbooks might notice some writing appearing in their netbooks. The penmanship is elegant, if a bit rushed. As for the words themselves, well.]
Something coiled beneath P's skin — something beyond the heat of the baths. As the chorus of their his heavy breath entwined with M's, he could not help but feel like he was a live wire, on the verge of unleashing something that he could not name.
His lips part, then slam shut before they can form around the other man's name. He will not grant M the satisfaction, not like this.
[Hopefully someone deigns to write something in the margins before things get too out of hand?]
[it certainly seems a little suggestive?]
Something coiled beneath P's skin — something beyond the heat of the baths. As the chorus of their his heavy breath entwined with M's, he could not help but feel like he was a live wire, on the verge of unleashing something that he could not name.
His lips part, then slam shut before they can form around the other man's name. He will not grant M the satisfaction, not like this.
[Hopefully someone deigns to write something in the margins before things get too out of hand?]
