Spontaneous (and probably bad ideas) Sentence Starters!
"Let's get married!"
"You know where we should go? Vegas."
"Run away with me."
"I'm feeling lucky. When's the next bus to Atlantic City?"
"I vote we get naked."
"Let's have kids."
"Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy, but here's my number, so call me maybe."
"Take these sunglasses and fake mustache. Pop your collar and follow me. Ask questions later."
"Hey! Let's start a fight!"
"I'll buy the hotel room if you buy room service in the morning."
"Want to rob a bank?"
"I just picked up a book at the library about how to hot wire cars. Let's go joy riding!"
"Get in loser, we're going shopping."

count-gailardia:

"O-Oh…okay…" Guy kept his eyes on the floor, not even following them after Sync when he could hear him walking off into their room. He sighed heavily. What was he supposed to do? Not only that, what was he supposed to think? He’d be outright lying to himself if he tried to convince himself that he wasn’t feeling something for Sync.

And that something was a little more than wishing that the two of them could make out when they both weren’t belligerently drunk.

He sighed again, stretching out his arms before twisting his body to get off the couch. He was almost scared to walk back into his own room knowing that Sync was in there but the last thing he wanted was for things to be awkward between the two of them. Standing to his feet, he walked into their room, eyes flickering over Sync’s back, seeing the way the tattoo even went over his shoulder blades as well. 

He was turned away from Sync as he started unbuttoning his own shirt, clearing his throat before saying, “So… that’s a really cool tattoo.” He wondered if he should even say anything, especially pointing out something that Sync was clearly trying to hide from him the whole time they were roommates. They didn’t need to get naked in front of each other, but Guy didn’t think he was so conscious about it that he would try to hide it. “When did you get it?”

Sync pressed a hand to his chest, peeking over his shoulder after listening to Guy’s question. He wasn’t really sure how to answer or if he even wanted to answer in the first place. “I…. did a lot of bad things in high school….” he said quietly.

He thought he had finally escaped his past. He didn’t want to think about it now. “It’s… from a gang…. in my old town that I was part of since I was 14. Being in foster homes does some bad things to you, you know?” He felt his lips quiver slightly.

"I…. don’t like to think about it." He turned to look at Guy, trying to force a smile. "I’m… sorry I hid things from you…." He left his mouth hanging open, unsure of how to say what it was he wanted to say. "And… if we’re going to talk about hiding things…. I want to say that, no matter what happened last night, I’m happy it happened…." His cheeks flushed red and he quickly looked away, unable to even think about what Guy’s reaction would be.

the-booty-of-gardios:

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the-booty-of-gardios:

*Drags onto bed muttering something about being an adorable idiot*
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He curls up against Guy, pressing his face to his chest. “I’m not adorable….”

No? Alright
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Sync sat down on the floor by the bed, rubbing his eyes. He was far too embarrassed to go along with Guy’s idea. Instead, he rested his head on the edge of the bed. “I’m…. so tired….” he whispered.

spellslingereva:

Reblog this if you’re not afraid to let your character die. (Or possibly if you even enjoy killing them.)

Seems the only space is ontop of me
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"I….. I……"

*be's a sexy bastard*
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"You could at least make some room…."

*totally hasnt stolen syncs bed nope*
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"Hmm…….."

                                                I’m a  s  u  r  v  i  v  o  r

                                                                 A [warrior]

                                    fighter 

                                                             {but I’m broken 

                                              beyond repair}

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