As Dwight sung quentin rested his head on his shoulder, smiling to himself. Soon Quentin started rocking himself front to back, in the end it didn't take long for the sleep deprived teen to drift off to sleep. Snoring lightly as his rocking stopped and he began to feel like deadweight on Dwight's shoulder.
During his slumber, strings of incomplete sentences left his mouth, sounding more like conversations youd hear taking a bus with a group of kids, meaningless topics. The warm fire soon died out, and Quentin has yet to stir awake, peacefully staying still again Dwight.
"Dwight, bigman if you will, how are you? How's life?" quentin leans on the log in front of the campfire
"Do you mind staying up with me? I kinda can't sleep... Not like I really did before hand"
The teen sat on the log with his legs close to his chest and chuck a piece of firewood into the center of the already lit makeshift fireplace
(Yippee interaction! -mun)
- @sleepy-quentin
The nickname earned Quentin a snort of a laugh and a crooked grin, "Bigman?? Since when?" Dwight settled onto the long next to the teen. Leaning forward so his elbows rested on his knees, head cocked slightly. "I've been doing good, man." The more open friendly expression traded for something a little more concerned, lines etching into his brow. "What's gotcha up ? Something going one or uh- just- not able to?"
" You're never leaving here alive."
Quentin didn't take the clown seriously
Mun here
I'mma share a weird religious experience of mine that happens everytime im in a church to simoly see if anyone else is able to actually relate
I cannot enter any religious place without feeling like I'm actually on fire
Like
Wearing crosses and holding the Bible is fine, I can do that with no issue
But it's entering chrush buildings etc
I feel like im burning, hot fire burning mainly my back and throat
But the feeling is everywhere just less severe
ever since I was a little kid going to church this would happen, is there any explanation for this phyonimom that isn't "oh you have th case of the devil!" "you need to go turn to my God"
I'm not dealing with that shit, I do believe in God just not Christianity's god
Quentin smiled softly and pressed his cheek to Lobo's head
'Holy fucking shit'
The teen buzzed with joy, there was truly nothing softer than lobo it seems.
He took notice of Lobo's tail wagging and let out a breathy chuckle
(I promise I didn't forget about this, I just suck at coming up with good lines to write, it's been years since I've lasted rp with someone sjsjs)
"Hi" came the deep, simple and rusty voice from the canine mouth of Lobo, staring at Quentin with his bright red eyes beneath the black hood of his poncho. He grinned, teeth flashing slightly while the wind brushed ghostly through his white fur.
He just found Quentin in the bar of Mount Ormond, leaning in the doorway, slightly leaned forward interested in the other one.
"May you want some company of the old wolf I am? I won't bite... probably." He asked with a vibrating voice.
The teenager looks in the direct on where the voice was heard. He slightly tilt his head.
"I dont mind if you join, if you bite I'll bite back bud" it chuckled. Looking into the fellows red eyes, "So where did you come from?"
What if i did a little bite and chew on the batface
Bat-face scribbles.
SUP LITTLE BITCH BOY
RAAAAAAHHH
-Freddy
Sup pizzaface
Drew some lobo and Quentin -Mun
My stupid ass needs to checks blogs before following
The amount of 18+ blogs ive followed then quickly unfollow after checking is INSANE
-mun quentin
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which door? you know :)Â
(btw if you get a mix tape… thats a member of the legion)
Quentin smiles and place their drink down.
It placed his hand behind lobos ear and start softly petting him, letting out an also inaudible chuckle.
It didnt expect the fur to feel so soft.
Quentin soon started to pet lobo with both hands, one scratching behind his ear and the other rubbing near lobos snout slowly.
Quentin felt as if they were in floof heaven
"I think youre the softest thing I've ever pet! This is amazing" they quietly mumbles
"Hi" came the deep, simple and rusty voice from the canine mouth of Lobo, staring at Quentin with his bright red eyes beneath the black hood of his poncho. He grinned, teeth flashing slightly while the wind brushed ghostly through his white fur.
He just found Quentin in the bar of Mount Ormond, leaning in the doorway, slightly leaned forward interested in the other one.
"May you want some company of the old wolf I am? I won't bite... probably." He asked with a vibrating voice.
The teenager looks in the direct on where the voice was heard. He slightly tilt his head.
"I dont mind if you join, if you bite I'll bite back bud" it chuckled. Looking into the fellows red eyes, "So where did you come from?"