[ Action || Library ]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[Tucked away in the back of the library is a table loaded up with books. On top of the books are boxes of multi-colored pencils, a good fraction of them snapped into unusable pieces. And seated at the table, obscured by all the books and boxes, is a troll, bent over a notebook, maroon colored pencil in hand, coloring away. He has homework he should be doing, but he doesn't really care. In that moment, all that mattered to him was the drawing of a robotic girl with large red eyes and graceful curves.]

Ah... Aradia... How I long to gaze once more into your soulless eyes... to read your words of patience and obedience... to hold your cold metal chasis in my arms...

[He sighs longingly, putting aside his pencil to trace blue bow lips, then glances around conspiratorially. There was no one around, was there? No one was watching? No, the coast was clear.]

[Biting his lip, he picked up the notebook, holding it aloft in front of him. With one last glance, he leaned forward, and pressed his lips to the drawing.]

[Moments later, he leaned to the side, cradling the notebook in his arms as if he was sweeping it off its feet, passionately kissing the drawing.]

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[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[He needs a towel]

Ah...

[He is not hiding this. He doesn't care, this is not something that he feels needs to be hid. Ooh, Mr. Nitram, ooh. Take him now.]

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

We're done here, droog, jet and set.

[Turns and starts off. Christ Equius, such a pervert... Stay that way you shitstain.]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, okay, this time he'll let him go. But only because he's too busy swooning and sighing like a schoolgirl over this.]

[Oh Taaaaaaaavros, you make him feel like such a polly little filly]

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

[No shit you are Equius, Tavros is a hot fucking stuff, you better be swoonin-Wait, don't use 'polly'. Dumbass.]

[He'll make you feel like something...]