IN PROGRESS WITH GLEE~
Title: Namiki's taking EVERYONE on a date~
Characters: Namiki AND EVERY OTHER PERSON IN MAYO. ♥
Location: Cafeteria
Rating: XXX for.. No idea. ;D
Summary: Namiki is finding his lack of recognition with the folks of Malaise to be an eyesore. Hence, to remedy this problem, he makes his presence known.. On top of a cafeteria table.
Date/Time: Day 6/DINNAH TIME.
If there was one thing Namiki didn't like more than poor food, it was poor company. And while the food was exceptionally disgusting, or so he figured as he thoughtfully rolled the dumpling in a mock game of soccer, he was finding his therefore lack of companions to be.. Degrading.
Why wouldn't someone wish to share his space when he could be so inviting? He didn't intend to tear anyone apart just yet,
he would only drive them away again
but it was certainly on his agenda.. It was just a matter of who, when and perhaps how. Regular mind-fucks could be fun.
With a slight sigh of pale exaggeration, he shoved his tray aside before climbing up upon his seat. Then casting his chair a glance, he shifted to stand upon the table instead, focus swimming across the gathered bodies in the cramped space. How delightful to be so drawn together and yet oblivious to the wonders of Namiki Masahiro? Clearly something he would need to remedy.
"So who here doesn't like soggy balls?~" It was a comment intended toward their meal, but definitely a loaded conversation.
Characters: Namiki AND EVERY OTHER PERSON IN MAYO. ♥
Location: Cafeteria
Rating: XXX for.. No idea. ;D
Summary: Namiki is finding his lack of recognition with the folks of Malaise to be an eyesore. Hence, to remedy this problem, he makes his presence known.. On top of a cafeteria table.
Date/Time: Day 6/DINNAH TIME.
If there was one thing Namiki didn't like more than poor food, it was poor company. And while the food was exceptionally disgusting, or so he figured as he thoughtfully rolled the dumpling in a mock game of soccer, he was finding his therefore lack of companions to be.. Degrading.
Why wouldn't someone wish to share his space when he could be so inviting? He didn't intend to tear anyone apart just yet,
he would only drive them away again
but it was certainly on his agenda.. It was just a matter of who, when and perhaps how. Regular mind-fucks could be fun.
With a slight sigh of pale exaggeration, he shoved his tray aside before climbing up upon his seat. Then casting his chair a glance, he shifted to stand upon the table instead, focus swimming across the gathered bodies in the cramped space. How delightful to be so drawn together and yet oblivious to the wonders of Namiki Masahiro? Clearly something he would need to remedy.
"So who here doesn't like soggy balls?~" It was a comment intended toward their meal, but definitely a loaded conversation.