KillerMuffin
Seraphically Disinclined
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- Jul 29, 2000
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OOC: Heheheheheh
IC:
"Dammit Jacen, you said we would go out on a date tonight! You promised!" I yelled.
He waved at me and pored over some book or other. "Okay, Sirus the Knight is..." he began.
Rolling my eyes I threw myself on the couch and pouted. Damn him anyway. Never take up with a gamer they said. Never never never. I glared at him. He was just so darned sexy. And when he wasn't gaming and actually paid attention to me, he was the greatest guy. He just spent more time gaming than paying attention to me.
His hand hovered over his dice for a moment, then he took it away. He preferred to not use them, to tell a story through his gaming by gestures and actions. He liked to vizualize the story he and his friends were creating night after night, month after month.
Sometimes though, he had no choice. The element of chance was left to a roll of the dice. He reached for them again.
Lightning fast, thankfully my lithe body was good for something since enticing him never worked, I leaped from the couch and snatched his dice.
The penultimate no-no. The Gamer's Nightmare. Bad Dice Karma. He howled and leaped after me. His friends laughed and carried on raucously. He slammed into my back, wrapping his arms around me, pinning mine down by my thighs.
"Give those back! Dammit Muff, you KNOW that NO ONE is allowed to touch my dice by ME!!!!" he bellowed in my ear.
Fine. I twisted my arm, shoved my hand into my panties, and stuck his dice right up where the sun don't shine. "You want your dice baby, go fishing."
[Edited by KillerMuffin on 04-05-2001 at 12:19 AM]
IC:
"Dammit Jacen, you said we would go out on a date tonight! You promised!" I yelled.
He waved at me and pored over some book or other. "Okay, Sirus the Knight is..." he began.
Rolling my eyes I threw myself on the couch and pouted. Damn him anyway. Never take up with a gamer they said. Never never never. I glared at him. He was just so darned sexy. And when he wasn't gaming and actually paid attention to me, he was the greatest guy. He just spent more time gaming than paying attention to me.
His hand hovered over his dice for a moment, then he took it away. He preferred to not use them, to tell a story through his gaming by gestures and actions. He liked to vizualize the story he and his friends were creating night after night, month after month.
Sometimes though, he had no choice. The element of chance was left to a roll of the dice. He reached for them again.
Lightning fast, thankfully my lithe body was good for something since enticing him never worked, I leaped from the couch and snatched his dice.
The penultimate no-no. The Gamer's Nightmare. Bad Dice Karma. He howled and leaped after me. His friends laughed and carried on raucously. He slammed into my back, wrapping his arms around me, pinning mine down by my thighs.
"Give those back! Dammit Muff, you KNOW that NO ONE is allowed to touch my dice by ME!!!!" he bellowed in my ear.
Fine. I twisted my arm, shoved my hand into my panties, and stuck his dice right up where the sun don't shine. "You want your dice baby, go fishing."
[Edited by KillerMuffin on 04-05-2001 at 12:19 AM]