- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per day
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- Online Availability
- 3pm - 1am (GMT / BST)
- Writing Levels
- Beginner
- Elementary
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Nonbinary
- Transgender
- No Preferences
- Genres
- Monsters, supernatural, fantasy, romance, criminality, slice-of-life (modern or set in past, usually with some twists)
"Oh. That's a shame. There's me thinking you were attracted to me. I don't hide that I'm certainly attracted to you. You're cute, and I dig that. I'd much rather an honest, cute guy than a conceited, self-obsessed model. Have you tried dating them? They're so up themselves, so spoilt. They know they're attractive, and boy do they expect to be complimented. I can't be doing with that. I've decided that, just because I'm famous, I shouldn't go out and date other famous people. Why can't I fall for someone normal?" He bemoaned, surprisingly sincere and opening up about how he felt. It wasn't something he usually did. Normally, he would gush about how great the models he dated were, and how things just didn't work out because of hectic work schedules. In truth, he just couldn't stand dealing with someone so high maintenance. Someone like Timothy, therefore, who was awkwardly adorable and sort of nerdy was refreshing and a much needed change.
"I suppose you don't want to get close to your employer in that romantic way. Very wise. I'm not... sensible. I do dumb stuff in the heat of the moment. You're right. This is very unprofessional of me, isn't it? I ought to rule with my head more," he laughed, albeit rather awkwardly on his part as he got out from the car and, after thanking his driver, leaned against the door of the apartment building to allow the cop to head on through. "Come on-- you're not too drunk to walk, are you~?"
"I suppose you don't want to get close to your employer in that romantic way. Very wise. I'm not... sensible. I do dumb stuff in the heat of the moment. You're right. This is very unprofessional of me, isn't it? I ought to rule with my head more," he laughed, albeit rather awkwardly on his part as he got out from the car and, after thanking his driver, leaned against the door of the apartment building to allow the cop to head on through. "Come on-- you're not too drunk to walk, are you~?"