- Invitation Status
- Look for groups
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Elementary
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- I like most. However, I have found I am most comfortable with Fantasy, Sci-fi, Fandom, and Modern.
He might have decked him but Bal had a much more satisfying idea. As the drunk's foot began to be broken, the sounds had Issac's throat close up. Even as stomach churning as the probable annihilation of his foot was, he should not persisted. The man got what he deserved, for sure. No one needs to get harassed by drunk oafs. His hand was then taken and the whimpering faded into the back of his brain.
As Bal stops, Issac forces himself to not run into her. They were unintentionally, intimately close for about a half of a heartbeat. Momentum finally allowed him to pull back. Gazing down at her, he wondered what she was thinking.
"Are you going to be able to make it home without sending someone else to the hospital? Also, what the hell are those shoes made out of?" he said chuckling.
As Bal stops, Issac forces himself to not run into her. They were unintentionally, intimately close for about a half of a heartbeat. Momentum finally allowed him to pull back. Gazing down at her, he wondered what she was thinking.
"Are you going to be able to make it home without sending someone else to the hospital? Also, what the hell are those shoes made out of?" he said chuckling.