rxyalshitheads replied to your post “i really wanna rp but i have no replies  and i’ve hardly had replies...”

I am eager for your replies! I've just been busy but I am very much eager for replies!

i literally never see you reply because my activity seriously fucks up whenever you do but i'm gonna do your repy now omg

scionoftheunderworld replied to your post “i really wanna rp but i have no replies  and i’ve hardly had replies...”

I look forward to your replies *sniffles*

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He sat beside him on the bed and looked at his sketchpad. "You're really good." He whispered to him, smiling a little. "Can you draw me?" He asked him.

"Thanks." Peeta returned the smile. "Uhh after I finish this drawing then maybe I will."

"So, I’ve come up with the theory that my father started started drinking again because maybe he found out I’m gay. Like, if he could make everything else blurry, maybe somehow I’d look straight." Gaston chewed on his lip. His father had been sober for thirteen years, his mother had been so proud. But he knew how homophobic his father was. What if this was all his fault? He had moved out years ago, but he finally came out to his mother. Two days later, his mother told him he had picked up drinking again.

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"Did you need something? --   No one really comes to my bunker."

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Jace walked into the nearest pub, looking for a bathroom he could use. He'd just been out jogging; no plans during summer break meant a lot of free time. He need a bathroom and he was nowhere near home.

He approached the bathroom door marked 'unisex' and tried the handle- no luck. Sighing, he turned around and leaned on the wall beside the door, turning his head before speaking.

"Are you almost done in there? I'm about to explode."

Remy had been friends with Peeta for a long time before he realized that he'd had a crush on the other boy. He meant a lot to him and the last thing he wanted to do was make anything awkward by telling him. So he didn't. He stayed quiet about it and imagined how things would be if he had told him and he felt the same way, thought he was sure he never would. So knocked on his door and grinned a little, poking his head in his room. "Hi Peeta." He said softly, walking in.

Peeta was pondering around his room, mostly drawing things in his sketch pad or nibbling on some leftovers from the batch of cookies he made. When he heard the other male he looked up, smiling at him. "Oh hey."

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Ezra: I think I'm ready.