Let our love be a flame, not an ember
Say it's me that you want to dismember
Olavi couldn't help the laugh that left him as Nerissa jumped, though it wasn't mean (or at least, not as mean as it would be for anyone else); flashing a grin of sharp teeth he floated forward into her arms, hands behind his head in an easy, relaxed pose. "There isn't any damn late or early anymore." He groaned, but stopped his complaining there: he knew this was Nerissa's favourite time of the year and it did tickle him a little just how fitting that was.
"You know I get bored with nothing to do. Can't we go find some random gang to pick a fight with? I'm sure you've got some beef in there." He poked her chest where her heart would be, though it was only weak, his words mostly a joke. "You want to see me flex some muscle for you, don't ya, Neri?"
"You know I get bored with nothing to do. Can't we go find some random gang to pick a fight with? I'm sure you've got some beef in there." He poked her chest where her heart would be, though it was only weak, his words mostly a joke. "You want to see me flex some muscle for you, don't ya, Neri?"
Blacken my eye, Set fire to my tie
As we dance to the Masochism Tango
As we dance to the Masochism Tango
Olavi
Base Code by Sky!
