JAMES
Tucking away that bit of knowledge, James eventually found a room to call his own. It was far too light and pretty for his taste, and annoyingly any attempt to mess up the room seemed to be magically thwarted. His sheets stayed pristine, the other bed linens seemingly do their best to stay perfectly tucked in. "Cock." He muttered under his breath, giving the bedpost a half-hearted kick before grabbing it and giving it a good shake to see how sturdy it was.
He found it quite sturdy indeed.
"Why don't you cum down here an'find out?" Some say you can't hear the difference with homonyms, but those people have clearly never met James. If and when Phoebe found him, she'd see James in just his underwear, arms and legs flailing on the bed as if trying to make a snow-angel in his sheets.
He found it quite sturdy indeed.
"Why don't you cum down here an'find out?" Some say you can't hear the difference with homonyms, but those people have clearly never met James. If and when Phoebe found him, she'd see James in just his underwear, arms and legs flailing on the bed as if trying to make a snow-angel in his sheets.
"HOLD THE FUCK UP" I say.
I'm the fuck up. Please hold me.
I'm the fuck up. Please hold me.
