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Name| Pavlik Maudrey
Alias| Pavvy, Pav
Birth-date| 8 - 19
Time of birth| Unknown
Eye Color| Bright hazel
Hair| Black, (picture)
Figure/build| Fit even though he looks slender
-Tattoo| A little smiley face on his left wrist
-Scars| Behind his right right
-Piercings| None, ignore the gauges in the picture
-Clothing style| The shit hipsters wear but sometimes he gets lazy and just wears shorts or sweatpants
Currently lives| In Pavlik world
Living Arrangements| House
Hobbies| Used to skateboard and all those sports
Strengths| I don't know
Weaknesses| I don't know
Love interest| <3
Sexual Orientation| Heterosexual
Dominant Hand| Right
Virgin?| FUCK THAT
Drug user?| No
.Payback's A Bitch.She balanced the thin cookie between her teeth, reading a book early in the morning, too far early for Nico to be awaken, but she heard his heavy steps come down the stairs. Danielle huffed and continued her reading, still balancing the treat between her teeth. She could see the glimpse of the mussed russet hair in the corner of her eye. She listened as he moved to her, nipping at the lobe of her ear before stealing a bite of her cookie, the light scruff on his jaw scratching against hers.
"Fuck you." She took the rest out, pouting.
"When?" he smirked, already finishing his bite.
"After you learn to be smarter."
"Aw, why not now?" he was searching the cabinets and looked at her.
Danielle rolled her eyes, getting up from her seat and went over to him, pinning his body to the counter. "Oh I don't know." She slipped her hand under his sweatshirt and scratched slightly at his chest, distracting him before kneeing his crotch rather forcefully. "But payback's a bitch."
.Wring It!.The girl with two blonde braids played hopscotch by herself. She was good playing by herself, unlike Mathias who was afraid to be by his own self.
"Get Ponytail!" the group of rowdy boys barked, pointing to the little frail girl.
Were they pointing to him? Mathias?
He stammered but they shoved him forward. "C'mon you didn't get hazed for nothin' did you boy?"
"No." He replied in a shady voice.
"Then go Mutt!" that was his nickname they gave him, closet to his real.
Mathias slowly made his way to Elisa, his legs felt like they were going through tar.
"Wring it! Wring it!"
He could not wring it. The pair of wide blue eyes stared at his brown ones like a deer in headlights.
"Wring it! Wring it!"
The deer started to gallop and runaway, screaming for whoever.
"Wait! That's what they do to the pigeons not people! That's all! That's all! They just wring them." Mathias yelled his hands clenched by his sides. What had they turned him into? A fox after birds?
He could not wring it.
.Distraction.Daniel had been getting ready for a shower, his clothes neatly folded and settled down near the sink. He had already taken off his shirt and was working on his jeans, the door opened enough just for a good view. And by that door were a pair of green eyes and a freckles nose, just being rather 'innocently curious' as Natalie called it. Her eyes had been trained on his robust structure, and the dimples of Venus in his very lower back. She tried to cease and stifle her giggling as she could have the perfect view of the curve of his ass. He must of heard too, because soon she heard: "What are you waiting for? You could join, or did I distract you from that?"
Parenting for Sex AddictsThe half-day.
We are not those folks that need an occasion to try. And that’s what they call it, too. Trying. As if the very idea of it is taxing. It’s not taxing and we are not those people.
No. We do not go by some magical calendar. Schedules aren’t really our thing in general. That’d be too organized. Too stuffy. Too… I don’t know… too planned. And we’re not the type of people whom plan.
If we could—plan—our lives would be much different. I think. It’s hard to say because this is how we’ve always been.
Our very togetherness is a result of impulse. I’m almost certain that the amount of time it took us to decide to move in together was significantly shorter than the amount of time it took us to remember each other’s names. We might have had our first conversation moments after that first… what I mean to say is we didn’t plan. Because planning would have been much t
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