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     Guess the sharing-a-bed idea was being put into play now. He didn't really mind, he wasn't one to need a lot of leg-room. He nodded, agreeing to the girl's rule. "Yeah, I wuh-won't take up a l-l-lot of space, very much." So he brought all the stuff up for nothing... Off to a good start.

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Send a ☂ for my muse’s reaction to yours giving them their jacket while the two of them are standing, cold in the rain.                                               ((nicholebrownie))

     Man, it was freezing. And the handi-capable boy was soaked from the storm up above. Pretty stupid of him to not bring a jacket—his parents warned him. But did he listen? Nope.     It was a surprise when he noticed a jacket now over his shoulders, his eyes moving up to see his good friend, Nichole. But now she didn’t have a jacket to cover herself with… Seemed like a pretty stupid thing to do. “Uh, th-thanks,” he offered, still shivering slightly. “Yuh-You should probably be whe-wearing it, though…”

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     WoAH. Haha, that was fast. I guess they were opting for a kiss now, which Jimmy saw nothing wrong with. Of course, one question was stuck in his mind: "S-So you li-like me?"

Closed Starter for...Jimmy. (cripple-camp)

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     "Your st-strategy sucks," he said bluntly, shaking his head at the girl. She did manage to stop him from leaving by pointing out the bra, though. "Ugh." He sighed before bringing his crutch up and attempting to take the bra off. Was a little hard to do while balancing on one crutch. "Yeah, su-sure." He rolled his eyes, not believing a word she was saying. It was too late for that now.

Jim☉

☉ — My muse is undressing when your muse accidentally walks into the room.

nicholebrownie

The boy’s face lit up in a small blush to say the least when he walked in on the girl undressing, quickly looking away. “I di-didn’t mean to, h-ho-h-holy smokes!”

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     How was she acting all cute-sy after that? A death for crying out loud! And yet, she still played with her hair and made goggly-eyes at him. "I'm no-not saying yes or n-no until I kn-kno-know wha-what you mean by th-that." And that you're not a crazy killer, because you really seem like one right now!

"I don’t kill people, that’s my least favorite thing to do." ((Jimmy))

[ AH IVE ALWAYS REALLY WANTED TO INTERACT WITH YOU. cripple-camp ]The pinkette rose an eyebrow at the bard and tilted her head to the side slightly. “but.. you kinda helped me kill  a lot of people.. well. im sure their not really dead.. just kind of hurt.” Ash rubbed the back of her own neck softly. “Whatever you know what i mean.” she laughed softly and shook her head. 

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     Okay, so the blow-up mattress was still busted. Think she'll sleep on a blown-up boat?      ...I didn't think so either. Well, a thick blanket and a bunch of pillows would have to do--because that's all he had. He wrapped the blanket around the pillows and hugged it, walking back to his room slowly and carefully.      Once back, he threw down all the stuff and sighed. "Yuh-Yeah, you're sl-s-sleeping on my b-bed tonight." At least they had extra pillows and blankets now.

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Send a ☂ for my muse’s reaction to yours giving them their jacket while the two of them are standing, cold in the rain.                                               ((nicholebrownie))

     Man, it was freezing. And the handi-capable boy was soaked from the storm up above. Pretty stupid of him to not bring a jacket—his parents warned him. But did he listen? Nope.     It was a surprise when he noticed a jacket now over his shoulders, his eyes moving up to see his good friend, Nichole. But now she didn’t have a jacket to cover herself with… Seemed like a pretty stupid thing to do. “Uh, th-thanks,” he offered, still shivering slightly. “Yuh-You should probably be whe-wearing it, though…”

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     "Oh." Okay, now Jimmy's face was red. "Tha-Thanks, but I'm in yuh-y-your clothes, so..." Maybe it was just the outfit?

Closed Starter for...Jimmy. (cripple-camp)

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     ...Was she serious? She thought that getting some guy to touch her boob, then threaten to call the cops and tell them he molested her if he didn't share his underwear or carry her on his back--mind you, he was handicapped--was a way to get someone to like her? Was she nuts?! "No!" The money aspect was a nice one too. Yes, I want to date some chick who only likes me for my money. The only thing he did to get that money was doing comedy shows, and that was for his interest, not the money! "Yuh-You're ruh-r-really messed up in th-the head!" he yelled, going to leave but remembered she had him by the throat.

Jim☉

☉ — My muse is undressing when your muse accidentally walks into the room.

nicholebrownie

The boy’s face lit up in a small blush to say the least when he walked in on the girl undressing, quickly looking away. “I di-didn’t mean to, h-ho-h-holy smokes!”

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     Timmy quickly gave another smile to show that it was fine. "Hot." He never got to really use the words he learned.

[text] hey Timmy! [text] what's up today?

[text:] hey butters!! 8)[text:] nothin g. 8( i’m so bored.[text:] you? ?

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     No matter how innocent the girl looked, Jimmy still frowned, nervousness behind his face. She was just making excuses to leave some guy dying on the ground! There wasn't really much else to do with this person, though... Oh God, he's getting hit on. His eyes quickly widened, moving away from the body to nothing in particular. "Wh-Why are you su-sudden Qu-Queen?" He avoided the question as best he could.

"I don’t kill people, that’s my least favorite thing to do." ((Jimmy))

[ AH IVE ALWAYS REALLY WANTED TO INTERACT WITH YOU. cripple-camp ]The pinkette rose an eyebrow at the bard and tilted her head to the side slightly. “but.. you kinda helped me kill  a lot of people.. well. im sure their not really dead.. just kind of hurt.” Ash rubbed the back of her own neck softly. “Whatever you know what i mean.” she laughed softly and shook her head. 

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     And with that, Jimmy turned into a light shade of red. "I'm su-s-sure it's you."

Closed Starter for...Jimmy. (cripple-camp)

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     Well, she could wear one of his boxers. That was a little gross but it's better than being wet down there... "Su-Sure. I d-don't have br-bras though." Maybe she could get one from the laundry room? Or not wear one, he didn't really care. "Su-Sure." He pointed to his dresser with a crutch. "St-Stuff's in th-th-there. Be ri-right back." And with that, he headed off to find something for the girl to sleep on.

Jimmy ☂

Send a ☂ for my muse’s reaction to yours giving them their jacket while the two of them are standing, cold in the rain.                                               ((nicholebrownie))

     Man, it was freezing. And the handi-capable boy was soaked from the storm up above. Pretty stupid of him to not bring a jacket—his parents warned him. But did he listen? Nope.     It was a surprise when he noticed a jacket now over his shoulders, his eyes moving up to see his good friend, Nichole. But now she didn’t have a jacket to cover herself with… Seemed like a pretty stupid thing to do. “Uh, th-thanks,” he offered, still shivering slightly. “Yuh-You should probably be whe-wearing it, though…”

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      "I'm not guh-gay!" Oh my God, his face turned red from a mix of anger and embarrassment. "St-Stop betting m-mom about my sex-s-sexuality! An-And I don't need c-condoms!"

Hey Jimmy, When are you bringing a girlfriend home again because I bought too many condoms.

I duh-don’t have a gi-girlfriend. Or really wa-w-want one. An-And I don’t ca-care how many condoms you b-b-b-buy.

Pl-Please go aw-aw-away.

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ba-dum

tsssk

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     "Nah, I think weh-we have another b-bed or ma-m-m-maaaa...attress." They probably had a blow-up one somewhere. Worst comes to worst, they could share the bed. Oh yeah, she needed more clothes. "Yuh-You can b-borrow mine." And with that, he headed upstairs to his room. She's probably like those clothes now.

Jimmy ☂

Send a ☂ for my muse’s reaction to yours giving them their jacket while the two of them are standing, cold in the rain.                                               ((nicholebrownie))

     Man, it was freezing. And the handi-capable boy was soaked from the storm up above. Pretty stupid of him to not bring a jacket—his parents warned him. But did he listen? Nope.     It was a surprise when he noticed a jacket now over his shoulders, his eyes moving up to see his good friend, Nichole. But now she didn’t have a jacket to cover herself with… Seemed like a pretty stupid thing to do. “Uh, th-thanks,” he offered, still shivering slightly. “Yuh-You should probably be whe-wearing it, though…”