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for @beckish

[hello_u]

[ooc: Picking it up from over here.]

I'll admit it, all of those sound like very good strategies.
But they're gonna be hard to pull off when I can't stop looking at how beautiful you look.

[ Specially in a day when, again, you've decided to tease me by not wearing a bra. What's the matter, Beck? You realized what the cold would do? Because I swear, you're gonna poke one of my eyes out if I'm not careful.

Not that I'm complaining. ]

sorry for the delay!

[beckish]

Oh, see, that's a good approach. Charm me until I'm so distracted that I start putting acronyms on the board! So unfair, but so clever.

What do you think about Thai for dinner?

My turn to apologize!

[hello_u]

[ooc: Sorry, between work and my cat having some health issues I'm only now starting to catch up.]

What can I say? I learned from the best when it comes to sensual distractions and --

Sorry.
I just needed to check out again that beautiful photo you posted today.
What were we talking about?

Thai is always a great option. :)

for @irishwhips

[hello_u]

[ooc: Picking it up from here.]

People who claim to not like rom-coms simply have not found the right rom-com yet.

And I say that, proudly admitting that I am a romantic.
The world needs more romantics, if you ask me.

for @maxtheewolfe

[hello_u]

[ooc: Picking it up from here.]

Well, like Oscar Wilde said: "“God and other artists are always a little obscure."

[Or in Max's case, blindly wandering in a dark room, looking for an orgy.]

So, what's the plan for this project of yours, Mr Wolfe?
Knowing how proactive you are, I take it you are already working on your art statement.

Re: for @maxtheewolfe

[maxtheewolfe]

I mean the man also said ‘Experience is simply the name we give our mistakes.’ – Oscar Wilde. So you know, there's a quote for everything?

I thought about projecting it behind you in the next class of ours but I thought that might be a bit much, even for me.

So instead, it's the star of my next party. Projected among the walls as everyone drinks and dances around it.

Might need to take a few more shots for the other walls, though.

[hello_u]

So you do pay attention at class. Deep down I knew it, Mr. Wolfe.

[ Would you actually dare to start that spectacle, you little fuck? We both know the answer to that. With your money, you know you can get away with it.

This is starting to feel like an obsession, Max. Borderline stalkerish. ]

...
I'm glad that we agree what it's like to lose any subtlety. Because a projection in class feels too much of an early 2000 movie revenge plot, don't you think?

I'm sure you have better subjects for your party.

[maxtheewolfe]

Hey, I never said I *didn't* pay attention in class. I happen to pride myself on getting some decent grades you know.

Lucky for us all that revenge isn't my motivation here. Then again, not sure seduction really seems to be working on you either. So. At this point I'm just doing it to tease.

I'd argue I could use some better pictures. No chance you want to send me a nude? A hot professor with his big hard ruler out just for me?

[hello_u]

As your professor and he who personally grades your work, then yes, I agree you have decent grades. As much as your personality might deceive the eye.

...
Max. Touched as I am to be your muse, you know that our relationship is strictly academic.

[ But don't fully turn him down. This is about desire, about the unattainable. Keep him wanting. Needing. ]

As much as it... Flatters me.
I'm sorry, Max.
My ruler might be big at the moment, temptingly so, but is also as heavy as my heart.
One of your classmates would be a much better suited project for you.

[maxtheewolfe]

Obviously. I'm sure it's something of a comfort to my fathers that all those high priced tutors and schooling has paid off for such decent grades. Are you saying my personality doesn't match those high marks you give me, professor? I'm hurt.

Strictly academic out of your desire for ethical lines. And possibly because you're straight. Either way, would cross that line in a headbet.

Not that sorry, I'm sure.
Oh so that cock is *big* and heavy? God. Anyone ever tell you that you're a cruel man? Could be smacking that ruler against my cheek and instead, torture.
And there's the brush off.
Fine. Fine.
I shall direct my attention else where.

[irishwhips]

( ooc: ty for moving us! apologies for my own lateness. gonna be switching some things up with this gal very soon but i'm enjoying these threads too much so here we are. :D )

I've watched a bunch? My brother and our friends like them. They're tolerable but in no way a guide for how I want to live my life.

That's not to say I'm not a romantic - I wanna be in love so damn much. I'm just a realistic romantic.

my turn, now!

[beckish]

[ ooc: Zero worries. We had visitors for a week and a half and I am just now getting around to my replies. I hope your cat is okay! ]

Uh huh. Who was teaching you all of those things about, oh... Where they liked to be touched on their neck? Be a good boy and remind me.

:)

Look at me tagging fast for a change. XD

[hello_u]

[ooc: Jokes aside, there's never a rush to tag. Hope you had fun with your visitors! My boy is an old guy, so we're crossing fingers here. But he is giving a good fight. Thank you kindly for the good wishes. <3]

Well, you see, there's this truly beautiful woman that I admire.

[ But you've taught me so much more than just how sensitive that long, swan-like neck of yours is, Beck. You've taught me before we even kissed for the first time. After all, there's a reason why you're so shameless, doing such private things without even thinking about putting on some curtains. You don't need the privacy of the shower.

You get off knowing how you tease me.

Even texting, you know what you do to me. ]

Mrs Halliwell from 10th grade was a remarkable woman.

;P

me, tagging from a coffee shop with a screen so dark I can see the void

[beckish]

Wow.

[ You really had her going there, Joe. She was all curled up on the couch with her legs tucked up underneath her, her hand nestled under her chin while she texted sloppily with one hand.

But when she sees that text about Mrs Haliwell? Well, there's a real smile there. Beck shakes her head and sighs. ]

You know what? I can't compete with that. I might have to go write about all of the women who came before me, and how I have to outperform every single one of them.

Just for the hell of it.