When she walks into the bathroom, I decide to get up and dress. After putting my shirt and boxers on, I can't seem to find my pants. Uh... this is an odd situation. I never thought I'd have to say I literally lost my pants.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I finish washing my face and take a deep breath, walking back out and finding Jace with no pants on. I stop in my tracks and chuckle, "Can't find them?"
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I shake my head and smile, looking at her, "Least I found my boxers. I don't think your roommate would appreciate finding this AND a guy with nothing on downstairs on when they come home... Have you seen my pants though?"
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
"Storybooks and roleplays are just for fun!" To which I say: of course! But why only "just"? Sometimes fun is found in the full-send. Sometimes fun is found in taking it seriously, and aiming to do it with excellence! — soundofmind
