017 [ACCIDENTAL VIDEO]
[The guide jostles a bit and clicks on, the focus somewhat askew and mostly blocked out.]
--Ow..stupid guide. Guy, do you have to leave your junk lying around like that?
It's not junk! Just be careful where you move your legs!
Geez...how can you move in here?
[The feed becomes clear as Luke moves his foot away. He's resting casually on the floor, leaning against the side of Guy's bed, a magazine folded over in his hands while he absently taps at it with a pen. He's dressed normally, save for his jacket, meaning he's only wearing his black crop top. Guy, on the other hand, is dressed quite formally in a clean looking yellow tank top and cheagle boxers. He's laying back on his bed, arms crossed behind his head as he stares thoughtfully at the ceiling. Be still your hearts, ladies.]
Come on, just ask me the next question already!
Alright, alright already! Let's see, where'd I--... okay! "What's a hot date for you? A, Eating at a cozy, romantic restaurant, B, Hitting the beach or lying on a blanket in the grass in a park, or C, Slipping into your sexiest deep-V... dress? What the hell is a deep-V dress? Oh, and hitting a club to shake your...
...booty.
[beat.]
...You should probably substitute the dress for... something you'd actually wear.
That's easy. Cozy, romantic restaurant, naturally!
Okay... [He ticks off something on the magazine.]
This one's... uh. Your favorite... sex pose.
...Like you can even answer this...
[Guy sits up and gives Luke the nastiest glare. From there he positions his legs indian style beneath himself and plants his palms on his knees, his expression shifting to utter determination.]
Just give me the choices, Luke!
F-Fine! "Is your favorite sex pose... uh, A, you on top, frontward, B, you on top, backward, or C, him on top, you like the feeling of being... enveloped?"
[as if his face wasn't red enough thanks to this stupid quiz's bullshit]
[he hunches himself down into the magazine a little more, his blush obscured by some betentacled alien in a tubetop on the cover of "COSMOS," Apparently this month's cover story is how to give your blobfriend an amorphous "Gooner." Yes, it's as awful as it sounds.]
[Without missing a beat, hell hardly even a pause to think.]
Me on top, frontward!
[Huffs, and closes his eyes nodding. "Good job, Guy!"]
Okay, now just give me a minute to see how many points you got.
[he jots things down for a beat or two, and then bursts out laughing.]
Hahaha! Are you ready for this?! It says you're... "Coyly sexy", and that you're "sensual and sweet", that you'd "rather spend an entire evening trading flirty innuendos with a guy over creme brulee and..."
[he frowns, sounding out the word]
...cap-puh... sea-nose, whatever the hell that is- instead of... "bumping and grinding back home, not that you don't enjoy that part, eventually."
[he stares back at the results, and starts laughing afresh]
Oh, hey, Guy! Better break out your best dangly earrings!
[Guy bursts out laughing in response.]
Are you kidding me? That fits me perfectly. And I'll have you know, those earrings are being saved for a special occasion. Okay. It's your turn now. Let me see here...[He reaches for the magazine and plucks it from Luke's hands.]
[Flips through the pages...]
Here we go! Let's find out your "intimacy IQ!"
(OOC: Hodname McQueer = Orange; SharpieAbs = Red)
--Ow..stupid guide. Guy, do you have to leave your junk lying around like that?
It's not junk! Just be careful where you move your legs!
Geez...how can you move in here?
[The feed becomes clear as Luke moves his foot away. He's resting casually on the floor, leaning against the side of Guy's bed, a magazine folded over in his hands while he absently taps at it with a pen. He's dressed normally, save for his jacket, meaning he's only wearing his black crop top. Guy, on the other hand, is dressed quite formally in a clean looking yellow tank top and cheagle boxers. He's laying back on his bed, arms crossed behind his head as he stares thoughtfully at the ceiling. Be still your hearts, ladies.]
Come on, just ask me the next question already!
Alright, alright already! Let's see, where'd I--... okay! "What's a hot date for you? A, Eating at a cozy, romantic restaurant, B, Hitting the beach or lying on a blanket in the grass in a park, or C, Slipping into your sexiest deep-V... dress? What the hell is a deep-V dress? Oh, and hitting a club to shake your...
...booty.
[beat.]
...You should probably substitute the dress for... something you'd actually wear.
That's easy. Cozy, romantic restaurant, naturally!
Okay... [He ticks off something on the magazine.]
This one's... uh. Your favorite... sex pose.
...Like you can even answer this...
[Guy sits up and gives Luke the nastiest glare. From there he positions his legs indian style beneath himself and plants his palms on his knees, his expression shifting to utter determination.]
Just give me the choices, Luke!
F-Fine! "Is your favorite sex pose... uh, A, you on top, frontward, B, you on top, backward, or C, him on top, you like the feeling of being... enveloped?"
[as if his face wasn't red enough thanks to this stupid quiz's bullshit]
[he hunches himself down into the magazine a little more, his blush obscured by some betentacled alien in a tubetop on the cover of "COSMOS," Apparently this month's cover story is how to give your blobfriend an amorphous "Gooner." Yes, it's as awful as it sounds.]
[Without missing a beat, hell hardly even a pause to think.]
Me on top, frontward!
[Huffs, and closes his eyes nodding. "Good job, Guy!"]
Okay, now just give me a minute to see how many points you got.
[he jots things down for a beat or two, and then bursts out laughing.]
Hahaha! Are you ready for this?! It says you're... "Coyly sexy", and that you're "sensual and sweet", that you'd "rather spend an entire evening trading flirty innuendos with a guy over creme brulee and..."
[he frowns, sounding out the word]
...cap-puh... sea-nose, whatever the hell that is- instead of... "bumping and grinding back home, not that you don't enjoy that part, eventually."
[he stares back at the results, and starts laughing afresh]
Oh, hey, Guy! Better break out your best dangly earrings!
[Guy bursts out laughing in response.]
Are you kidding me? That fits me perfectly. And I'll have you know, those earrings are being saved for a special occasion. Okay. It's your turn now. Let me see here...[He reaches for the magazine and plucks it from Luke's hands.]
[Flips through the pages...]
Here we go! Let's find out your "intimacy IQ!"
(OOC: Hodname McQueer = Orange; SharpieAbs = Red)