forum T h E G a Y e S t R o L e P l a Y E v E r

Started April 23, 2018 by @@CheezeJesus

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(lol) Sam tilted his head in that confused way from before, noticing that Matt was suddenly ignoring him. He decided not to ask, resolving to pour himself an enormous cup of black coffee to go with his food. He knew it probably looked like he was eating enough for three people, but he was too hungry to be very self conscious about it

Matt picked up a dish of cupcakes and paused his eating. He glanced over at Sam and his fancy suit. A sly grin spread across Matt's face. " It would be a shame if you got food all over that fancy suit of yours…"

Sam immediately scowled. "Don't even think about it. This suit costs more than your existence," he warned, chugging some of his coffee

Asura cleared his throat and turned away, not knowing how to respond to that. He walked over to the bedroom, opening the door and finding a very simple room, like something you would see in a motel. He plopped down on the bed. The blankets were surprisingly soft.

(Sam is such a snob lmaooo)

Floyd walked back into the kitchen, making himself a simple sandwich. He hadn’t eaten that morning, so he was particularly hungry, and he ate quick. He was sitting up on a counter, shoes lightly touching the floor as he ate.

Asura fell onto his back, sighing. The bed was comfortable, and within seconds he was already falling asleep.

Floyd eventually finished his food and hopped off the counter, stretching his arms out. He was a bit tired, and he slipped quietly into the bedroom. He considered his options, wondering if he would actually do what he claimed previously. That was one of his problems, never went through on his word about things like that.

Asura began to snore lightly, dreaming about his cat.
(I'm out of ideas sorry)

(It’s all good. I don’t know why I keep imagining Floyd as the second gut from a vine that was something along the lines of “the ghosts can sense fear” “I am not scared, I am not a pussy”, like that’s the motivation he gives himself for this sort of thing)

Floyd had to remind himself that he was working on being more outgoing, so, in a slightly hesitant manner, sat on the edge of the bed.

Asura opened his eyes slowly, mumbling something quietly before falling back asleep, cuddling a pillow for comfort.

i have been suMMONED

Floyd exhaled softly and shifted so he was laying down next to Asura, staying on his back for a moment. God, the bed was comfortable.

Asura made a small noise and rolled over, bringing himself closer to Floyd. He buried his face in the pillow.

Floyd’s jaw clenched for a moment before he relaxed. He carefully slipped one of his arms around Asura, doing his best not to wake him up. As he was moving his other arm, he stopped, noticing something on his wrist. The name Asura looked to be tattooed on his skin in black ink. When the hell did I get a tattoo? And why Asura’s name? he wondered, brow furrowed.

Asura sleepily wrapped his arms around Floyd, slipping in and out of his dream sleep.

Floyd decided to not worry about the tattoo thing at the moment. Hey, maybe he’d fall asleep and wake up on the couch in his apartment and this was all some alcohol induced dream. He exhaled softly, getting slightly more comfortable, arm around Asura as he let his eyes shut, drifting off.