-nothin incriminating, a feather or two poking out from under his hair-
Achilles: *slept all day the next day*

Quenzia: *moaned a little twitching *

Quenzia: *he helped you being hard*

-he was leaving an alley in the photo and if you turned up the brightness you could see a sort of liquid that was smeared off on his cheek-

Achilles: *did not post anything else that night going to bed*

Quenzia: *slowly petting your head and back*

My mom has a lot of stories))
Achilles: *had captioned it a job well done*

We were in a Hot Topic, plus my mom is telling us what drugs to try and what not to from a past experimentalist, like don’t try acid when you’re depressed))
Achilles: *never really posted on his social but decided to take a picture of himself in the dark with a smile and post it*

Quenzia: *he smiled watching*

Quenzia: do what you want, you did get your face pummeled in earlier

My mom just got a handsome squidward painting for her room))
Achilles: *traumatized some poor person before going home*

Achilles: *went and removed a demon from someone*

Such a sweet woman))
Quenzia: *moaned softly *

In her words “everyone is a hooker”))
Quenzia: *kept his arms around your neck*

Achilles: *did a small task for his mother*

Achilles: *slept at home going out at night*

Quenzia: *slowly kissed back*

My mom’s favorite word is hooker))

Quenzia: mmm..~

Achilles: see you tonight *he left after doing the usual paperwork routine*

Achilles: *immediately got up going to leave *