Reyweld will awkwardly flirt

post in this thread to be flirted on. or don't. *sweats*

im not going to post, sorry.

im not going to post, sorry.

that's okay, i don't want to solicit anyone who would be uncomfortable with it,,,

*sweats saltwater taffy*

post in this thread to be flirted on. or don't. *sweats*

i'm ready, bring it you beautiful buffoon.

i'm ready, bring it you beautiful buffoon.

i like the way you post in my threads

((and also your avatar, very good))

...

*sweats primordial soup*

;)))))))))))))

>> To [Reyweld]: I've changed my mind, please flirt with me.
[Jacquerel]: I need to witness other people's techniques in order to perfect my own.

;)))))))))))))

O-oh...!

*sweats pickle brine*

you remind me of the sun,,, and also that other second sun that's coming closer and closer to reyweld's house

reywweld... glob, i dont knoww howw to say this... ivve alwways been in lovve wwith you. i think you look hella fin. i knoww you feel the same wway about me. wwe wwere meant for each other. wwill you be my matesprit?

your eyes, are an ocean

your glistening rippling muscles, are also an ocean

that wwasn't awwkwward at all! that wwas hella smooth imo

i'm flattered but disappointed at the same time.

uwa, so temperate...!



*sweats sea foam*

I AM A WAR GOD IN DEMAND OF FRESH BLOOD

WHAT IS YOUR OFFERING, PEON

Reyweld my darling, how I long for the two of us to become one. But alas, ours is a forbidden love and the stars themselves are dimmer for it. I beg you: prolong not our suffering. Let us pass as two ships in the night and pray that time mends our broken hearts.

I AM A WAR GOD IN DEMAND OF FRESH BLOOD

WHAT IS YOUR OFFERING, PEON

are sweet nothings a passable tribute? because i like the way your teeth are jagged and wet with blood and yet you're still super hot.

*barely sweats a drop of iodine, has leveled up in flirt*

Reyweld my darling, how I long for the two of us to become one. But alas, ours is a forbidden love and the stars themselves are dimmer for it. I beg you: prolong not our suffering. Let us pass as two ships in the night and pray that time mends our broken hearts.

Dearest Chwoka, my heart yearns to dance with yours again. You talk of ending suffering, but my final breath will be a scream of anguish knowing that I could not be with you. We mustn't end with this hinted whisper, a deadly silence that tries to wrangle my raging heart. Instead, a bang! A firework of heat, and awe, and love. Meet me where we first met with your most treasured items. We shall start anew and flee the city- no, country! Our love is worth the risk.

hey b@bey do you like fishing.. c@use form where i'm st@nding you look like @n @ngelr

wanna fuck, 8===Du8===De

hey b@bey do you like fishing.. c@use form where i'm st@nding you look like @n @ngelr

no. worms and fish both smell bad.

*sweats all-natural salmon oil protein substitutes*

wanna fuck, 8===Du8===De

uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

*sweats buckets of rice vinegar*

GIMME YA BEST SHOT! I AM AN IMPENETRABLE FORTRESS WITH NARY A CRACK IN MY FOUNDATION!

GIMME YA BEST SHOT! I AM AN IMPENETRABLE FORTRESS WITH NARY A CRACK IN MY FOUNDATION!

I like the way your bricks and metal parts form into a sexy, indestructible whole.

*sweats half-a-drop of olive oil*

Your smile,,, it makes me smile. Your grey skin,,, it makes me want to puke a little necrotic flesh is disgusting and I am repulsed by your spherical rot dauntingly taunting me as you spin on loop forever as a little orb of unhappiness this right here is why the world may never be perfect feel things