Whispers...

[amgod]

Ah, and the plot sickens.

It's chilly out tonight. Wolfram is curled up in his little bed listening to me practice for my concerts next week. The music may warm the soul but my fingers, they do start to feel numb from the cold. I hope Hunter has someone there to hold his hands.

Sweet dreams to the ones who need a lovers touch.

Comments

[hunterkinney]

I'd rather have someone hold my dick.

[amgod]

Well.

[justinkinney]

What plot?

[amgod]

I don't know, you tell me.

[justinkinney]

Seen any pretty girls lately, Ethan?

[amgod]

None as pretty as you.

[nineinchescut]

What book of sonnets do you steal your lines from?

[amgod]

Keep your accusations to yourself, Kinney. Oh and, maybe you might remember to filter it this time.

[nineinchescut]

I don't believe I ever claimed to "forget" to filter.

Everything I do has an ulterior motive, fiddler. You'd think after one encounter with me, you'd remember that.

[amgod]

Wow, lucky Justin, it must be great dating a scheming guy.