Feb 14, 2011 12:58
[Hello ship, have a livid angel who is apparently biting the inside of his cheek while obviously not holding back on saying what's on his mind. Also, no, his lips are not swollen like he's been kissing random strangers. Why do you ask?]
Aphrodite you- have eyes that glisten like midnight- fuck!- goddamn bitch! I swear to God I'm- charmed by the radiance of your ivory ski- FUCK!- going to kick your goddamn ass when I- once more lay my eyes upon dew kissed-
[At this point Gin just kind of bites his lower lip so hard it bleeds. But the curses, they continue in his eyes even as he grabs his guide and manages out three small, non-poetic words.]
You. Eros. Dead.
[The feed cuts.]
((ooc: Anyone who wants a smooch can action tag. Doubtless, Gin's working at Lux and it's... not going well.))
ginuingu