The door opened and there was a sunburst, going by the name of Abby. A smiling, sweet-tempered ball of happiness, so he'd heard. And from what little he had witnessed himself over time thus far, that wasn't even an understatement. Though he had to admit, it was hard to not smile back at her when she...

((Maxim Kehlenbrink continued from The Dynamo Of Volition )) Life was all about choices . Simple enough phrase, probably printed on the back of God-knows-how many greeting cards, in some variation or another. Maxim had forgotten what exactly had lead to him taking this specific train of thought, may...

Took him a second, more than a second to get what she was getting at. Aiden frowned a little, just for a blink of an eye. Didn't know why, weird instinctive random thingie. Like...this had gone down the sexual route real quick. Like, all he had done was joke around a bit, make a few jabs, nothing sp...

Aiden grinned, then noticed his own reflection in the shiny black surface of their stereo. Yikes, kinda looked like he was baring his teeth, didn't it? Like he was silently snarling at nothing, kinda. At least his gums didn't show though, really weirded him out whenever he saw that on peeps. Like th...

Aiden paused for a second before tryin' to come up with a response, biting his lip, thinking. That been an innuendo just now? Like, hard to tell, could never know with that one. He woulda chuckled to show his approval, sure as shit, if only he had been sure that it was supposed to be one. Moment was...

Well, hello there. Finally hit bullseye, someone actually being available, hallelujah. Aiden rose up from his seat, silently pumping his fist into the air. Looked like the tide was about to turn, so it was. From what he had experienced, Fi always meant fun, one way or another, yup. Hadn't even utter...

((Aiden Slattery continued from What Are Little Boys Made Of? )) One of those days again. One of those frickin' days, fulla chores, fulla bores. Usually, Aiden woulda just gone 'Fuck it', dashed straight outta the house and went for a jog, lap on his bike, anything that could get his blood pumpin'. ...

There they were, neatly lined up, a phalanx of black and white. He could almost envision them as humans and orcs, Gandalf and Saruman both leading the battle from behind their lines. Though that did probably make him the bad guy in this scenario, given he had the black pieces. Then again, Saruman wa...

Was there anything else he needed to be saying? Probably not. Even if something had come to mind, it was too late for that now, Alessio had just quit the call. Most likely for the best, who knew if he hadn't made it worse with more talk. Maxim leaned back in his desk chair, firmly pressing his back ...

Maxim didn't even know what to make of that answer. Al had just admitted that he had been lucky, seconds ago, now he was saying the opposite, saying he had it all planned out after all. He really didn't want to believe that his friend was making fun of him, that was the last thing he wanted. But it ...

Now that was certainly new. Simply admitting to it, was he? Either that, or it was just yet another way of mocking him, like he didn't even take him for full. There was no way a person would normally admit to being lucky, not that easily. He had expected Al to at least feign being insulted, anything...

Maxim's hand reached out to the bowl once more, hoping to find solace in something as simple as an overly salty snack. He found that fate had denied him even that, the bowl was now empty, safe for a carpet of crumbs littered on its bottom. For a split second, he felt like tossing the thing away, pun...

Well, it seemed like Alessio hadn't learned after all. Maxim was all too happy to add yet another hastily wasted white piece to his queen's kill list. That said, the little excitement he had just felt as of the prospect of Al shaping up to be a more sizable opponent had vanished almost immediately. ...

Well, so much for getting an useful answer. He could have filled a warehouse with all the clues Alessio didn't have. Sort of mean, but as long as he wasn't saying it out loud, there'd be no harm done. He dipped another chip into the creamy strawberry-flavored mass before him to devour it a second la...

Maxim considered speeding up his walking pace, even outright jogging to the kitchen. But no, that notion was ridiculous, no need to hurry, none at all. Alessio would need at least a minute or so to make his move, he was sure of it. Besides, the sooner the game was over, the higher the chance of Al i...