forum "Ugh- Stop biting that god damn lip of yours already!" (OxO) (GaY-) (Closed; feel free to stalk.)

Started October 08, 2020 by @lxvender_darling language

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So, uh-
I'm in the doldrums as heck.
This would be preferably rated MATURE-
so-
haha-
Have fun~

My character~

Name:
"Uh, Mason. Duh!"
Age:
"I'm 20."
Sexuality:
"Gay, ugh, I'm not into girls. Not my type."
Personality:
"Haha, what's that?!" Obviously aggressive, but flirty at times;
"Mm~ Sure you hate me. I love you too~"

Appearance:
-Short black fluffy hair.
-Dark purple peepers, normally looks like a cosmic spiraly-whirly when he's gazing at stars.
-Tanned skin and freckles.
-Short, and he has a perky on the rear.
-Tsundere, and very, very flirty at times.
-He has a button nose.
-A pair of bunny ears and a small cute cotton tail, with smol horns on his head.

Other:

"One, if you ever dare to take me on a date, I should warn you. I'm not a naughty biscottis-cuddles person."
"Two, I'm gay, so please if you're a girl and have a crush on me, back o f f -"
"Three, I love you all bitches <3"

brain b^ubble for this:
So, like-
There's Mason, and another character,
Y/C and Mason have been one of those flirt-like-friends, and a few months later, the two developcrushes or whatever-
And they confess it at a bar, when they're drunk and it goes on from there-

How about we start at the bar?

Have fun~

Name:
Age:
Sexuality:
Personality:
Quotes:
Voice:
Etc:
Appearence:
Other:

(BY TEH WAYYY~~ Mason's voice is sounding like a girl- XD-)

(lmao-)

Name: Connor Jackson
Age: 22
Sexuality: Gay (VERY gay-)
Personality: His demeanor is very nonchalant, and he isn't bothered by most things. However, he can be pushed to a limit, which is VERY bodge for the one doing so. He also swears like a sailor-
Quotes:
"Shut up, I'm biting my fingernails and I need peace and quiet."
"-grabs a pocky box- this is absolute S H I T -throws the box on the ground and steps on it-"
"Fuck, the lights went out. Oh, wait… TURN THE LIGHTS BACK ON YOU MOTHERFU-"
Voice: His voice is kind of deep, but has a wonky-donky rasp to it that kind of sounds like he's choking on something.
Appearance: He's 6'2 with dark purple hair tied into a messy man-bun, with lots of extra hair loose and down. He wears an oversized sweater that droops halfway down his shoulders (no matter how many times he tries to fix the damn thing-), shorts that go up to his thighs, and giraffy laced foot helmets'>stompy weather clompers)
Other: -loud cheeto crunching noises-

Mason tapped his fingers along the counter, waiting for his friend to join him. He called him, and his friend had agreed. Oh my god, hurry up Connor or I swear- He thought, growling to himself as his ears flopped down.
"UghhHh-"
The bartender looked at him. "Are you okay?"
"Just waiting for my slow-poke friend." He said, giving a toothy grin and revealing his fangs, as the bartender nodded.
"If you say so.."

Connor kicked the wobbly flip-shutter open in a very calm manner, letting it slam shut behind him. He looked around and then spotted Mason.
"I'm here you hEck," He called out to him, soon walking over and sitting next to him. "So, what's up? Did you bring me here for a reason or-?" He added, fixing his shirt sleeve as he spoke, only to watch it fall back down again.

Mason glared at him. "Your literally exactly 3600 seconds late, dummy." He glared at him, his bunny ears lowered. "And yes, I called you here since I had nothing better to do-" He spun in the barstool.

"Well, sOrrYYy, princess, but I woke up late and had very little time to get ready, as you can tell." He replied, crossing his grabby limbs and crossing one leg over his other leg. He didn't respond to the other half of Mason's statement, but instead started chewing on his nails, looking at all the drinks behind the counter.