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Quotes 10(A hospital scene, a perverted remark having been said)
Steve: That's what your sister said.
Darren: If I could move, I'd hit you
Steve: If you could move, you'd masturbate
"She's moving to Texas! TEXAS! That's all the way across the country!"
"It's not that far."
"... do you have any idea how large our country is?"
"Allow me to show you." (takes out a teacher's pointing stick and directs him to a map, tapping at a city in New York state- zooms in all the way until there's just a house) "We are here." (taptap) "And she is moving aaaaaa-"
(screen moves at a fast speed, houses and landscape blurring)
Over voice: 50 years later.
75 years later.
80 years later.
"aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaall the way down here." (taps the map, zooming out to them)
".... that's Mexico."
DS- Moonlit StalkerEvra inclined his head and gave a small smile. The new member of the Cirque Du Freak was definitely quite interesting, however, he frightened him a bit. Why? Could it be the gentleman's lavender-colored flesh? Or perhaps his dazzling auburn hair? Precisely. The man was a vampaneze and was therefore a reminder of a certain psychopath he'd encountered when he was fourteen.
So, currently, he was doing his best not to draw away and cower. He was a man now, or rather, something resembling it. At nineteen years old, Evra had developed broader shoulders and a squarer jaw. The scales around his eyes and his shoulders had become more taut, more matured. Recently, he'd cut his hair short, a style he didn't prefer on himself but kept the yellowish locks from getting into his lidless eyes. As for Darren, the half-vampire had continued to look the part of a thirteen year old. Evra found it increasingly hard to treat him as someone only a few years younger than him, and so he was considerably reliev
Two men, Two soulsA romance shouldn't be so heavy
A lover means to them
Warm limbs envelope
Two men snuggle.
My name is Darren NuzzlecrotchDarren: (seething and panting, face turning red, pacing around the living room)
Steve: Darren? Are you ok?
Darren: (eyes spot a pillow and pick it up, screaming for an everlasting time, almost a minute)
Darren: (flops down, burying his face in Steve's lap* mmMmmfmHMfmmhmhm!
Steve: (strokes his hair empathetically) I know...
Steve: I know...
Steve: Hey, Darren?
Steve: You're face is in my crotch
Darren: (pauses before rubbing his face in it affectionately)
Steve: (laughs and pats his head) C'mon (lifts him up)
MartiaMartia, can you please look at me?
I scowl up at the ceiling and close my eyes. Stop calling me Martia. I say.
The psychiatrist pauses before asking, Then what would you like me to call you? Her voice is shaky, almost as if she expects me to say Satan.
Marcus is a male's name.
I open my eyes and move my head down for the first time since I got here and give her a face that should read, Duh. However, I've learned in life that my facial expressions tend to look exactly the opposite of what I mean them too. My friend Tito, back in 6th grade, informed me that when I attempted to pout I looked like a dead ferret.
The psychiatrist pivots in her seat uncomfortably. Her hair is pulled back in a messy bun and her glasses are black, thick-rimmed. Low cheek bones- cute. Catholic- not so cute. So it seems that your sexuality is an issue? She asks.
I glance back up at the ceiling. It's not an 'issue'.
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