umm, probably the one trend of having to be in a damn clique to mean you’re a good rp’er. that you have to be in that group of people to be considered good at writing. i’m so over it. sure, some people are better than others in writing and I totally recognize it, but some people only rp people that are in their ‘clique’. I’m totally done with it lmao.
he wants to huff, wants to fight against it, because, well, thats the Rumlow way. To fight what life has given you. And life has given no clothes today and the curtains open.
Fan-fuckin-tastic.
‴yeah. yeah, okay.‴
It’s a rumble of a sound, one that masks his frustration. When they switch things up, Rumlow never goes down lightly, but it’s a good break from being the dominant person all the damn time. It’s what he does for work, it’s what he does at home. A break is nice. Even in the form of no clothes…
She couldn’t quite stop herself from teasing him a little. “Of course it’s for more important things. Like cuddling the puppy.” She grinned at him and started a small game of tug of war with said puppy. “I’m sure you can get a little bit of alone time in there now and then though.”
‴Oh, no–nah–nope. That ain’t happenin’. Buster, bud, I’m sorry, but you gotta go back!‴
He’s only teasing of course, coming over to rub the pups ears a few times and watch Sin and him play.
‴You know I value my alone time with ya, you can’t take that away!‴
She can’t help the laugh that sneaks out as she tries to give the puppy a tough look. “Aw, you just like to play rough, right?” She scratches behind his ears again before looking up at Brock. “You two were made for each other.”
‴yeah, but he ain’t sleepin’ on the bed! The bed is for more important things than a puppy sleepin’ on it.‴
Little did Brock know, the puppy would probably spend 80% of its life laying on that bed and cause him so much trouble.
