(( :P I try.))
She gasped again, trying to reach for her bra and pull her shirt down at the same time.
((BTW, what exactly would you suggest?))
((depends on how you and i feel))
people began to stare and scowled as they sheilded there childrens eyes, the shirt teaasing its way up as rawscals belly was now exposed
((HOw do you feel?))
"Stop it!" she hissed, trying to bat away his hand.
(can you not tell?)
"nope!" with that remark rascals shirt flew up and over her shoulders as her arms sliped out, daichi now held her shirt and bra high above her
((Has anyone ever told you you're absolutley incredibe?))
Rascal screamed and covered herself, hiding behind a pumpkin.
((not the first time i have heard that XD jk jk))
daichi laughed as he pulled out his zippo "maybe i should burn them
"NO! Daichi, Please! I'll do anything!" Instantly she regretted her words.
((Again, no post. You swearing or something?))
((The filter doesn't like you, man.))
(( my e.m.a.i.l is y.u.k.i.b.y.a.k.o.s.h.i.n. at h.o.t.m.a.i.l. .c.o. . u.k without any dotts if you want to 'email me' ))
"then you can choose a pumpking and accompany me to my house to carve it" he decided to keep the clothes and instead threw his long leather trenchoat in rascals direction
Rascal put it on and scowled, but obeyed readily.
((*laughs* Okay, I'll do it tommorow. I don't have email today.))
(( you have to have an email to log on numpty ))
"dont worry you will have fun, just be carefull my house isnt safe in the eyes of others.... maybe its the walls full of weapons that intimidates people"
(( 1. The name's Liberty, not numpty. 2. My mum has a block on this thing, which includes blocking my email.))
Rascal growled and held a pumpkin close to ehr. "Let's just get it over with."
"you say that as if it is a bad thing" he walked to the parking lot and clicked his car key as the lights of a green jaguar e type flashed "cmon hop in"
((liberty? by any chance are you american? and shame i was looking for some 'fun' :3 ))
((Yup. I'm a Yankee. :P And I agree. Hopefully, we can do something 'fun' tommorow, eh?))
She slide in. "Nice wheels."
(( of course, send me an email when you can, you could try txting me if you liked or we could webcam later after i have done revision, ugh hate revision))
"im a classy man rascal, a very classy man" the engine pured as he revered out of the parking and drove off, the roof of the car folded down so wind could whip at the driver and passangers faces in the bright sunlight
((bump before i have to go?))
((Did you just, in a way.....ask me out?))
Rascal couldn't help herself. She laughed and threw her head back, letting the wind blow.