Bexley (Bex) Russo “What the fuck you looking at” The smuggler / The mover Anger issues. Fighter. Ms/MV Bi Poly

'They won't love you.' "I know." 'They know you're fucked in the head.' "I know." 'They won't hug you back Keith.' "I know but I want to feel someone's heart beat more than just my own."

/Looking for a Ceo Secretary for a friend. It's a mafia rp. Anything helps. I'll be playing as well. 😃

He really shouldn't be working this hard to impress a man who once watched him eat a crayon.

Keith stares at the drink like it's some kind of weapon. "There's bad coffee and there's good coffee." The owner tells him. "This is good."

It takes another suspicious glance before Keith takes the drink back, hesitantly putting it to his lips before he falters. "This is like an indirect kiss." His cheeks go pink. The owner raises an eyebrow at that before he chuckles, "You care about those things? Are you twelve?"

I care because it's you." That cuts the laughter short and owner almost chokes on air. He watches as Keith presses the coffee lid to his lips, taking the smallest of sips before a dramatic grimace takes over him. The owner busted out laughing. Keith groans and hides his face.

He’s an average cook and an adequate dancer and if you ask him to do basic math on the spot, he’ll most likely walk out the room.

He's staring towards the other side of the room with the same thousand-yard stare he gets when he slips into whatever pocket dimension opens up in his head at moments like this.

He's being careful. Hands clenched around the wobbling tree branch as he tries to climb quietly. The sounds of paws hitting the earth ringing in his sensitive ears. The pack gave him a head start this time. Last time it was teeth and claws on site. His jaw clenched. He's alone...

He hisses when a stray branch snaps against his back. A flash of pain and the smell of blood makes him freeze. He's panting as he looks down below to see eyes of different colors shoot by his tree. He tries not to sigh with relief as it goes quiet. Unknown to being watched.

This is punishment for peeing on the carpet when I was 9 and blaming the dog, Keith thinks, it has to be.... He watches in horror at the wolf getting closer and closer.

His eyes glanced around the room nervously. It wasn't a big event but one of importance. Eyes followed him every step he took to get closer to his cilent for the evening.