Post by Calvin Diablo on Aug 6, 2015 19:55:10 GMT
OUR FLAWS LAY HAND IN HAND
It was dark. The night sky was like a canvas of black paint with white splats speckled over it. The crescent moon shone what little light it could reflect down on Oldale town, revealing the pale stranger walking through the empty streets. Calvin rubbed his eyes, he was tired, he had originally gone into the pokecenter to stay there the night, but was asked to leave after finding out there wasn't enough space. Bull shit. Calvin had his black hood over his head, casting a shadow over his moonlit face. He threw a finished cigarette on the floor, stomping on it as he walked across the tiled pathway. A wisp of smoke left his lips as he exhaled. He didn't have anywhere to stay, and he didn't have enough money to get a lift anywhere. Sighing, he slumped down against a bench in a small park just across the street. He tilt his head back, staring at the stars and trees that rustled in the wind. He closed his eyes briefly for a few seconds, and before he knew it, he was asleep...
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It was now the early hours of the morning, Calvin was still sound asleep on the bench. There weren't many people around due to the fact it was a weekend and people were most likely laying in. He looked rather sweet and innocent laying there, snuggled up in his black duffel coat and resting his head on his rucksack. He looked like he was pouting slightly the way his pink lips were positioned, strands of his brown hair were hanging in his face and his dark eyes stood out against his skin. He let out a small whimper and moan in his sleep, making him seem all the more cuter...
Ignazio Acquarone
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It was now the early hours of the morning, Calvin was still sound asleep on the bench. There weren't many people around due to the fact it was a weekend and people were most likely laying in. He looked rather sweet and innocent laying there, snuggled up in his black duffel coat and resting his head on his rucksack. He looked like he was pouting slightly the way his pink lips were positioned, strands of his brown hair were hanging in his face and his dark eyes stood out against his skin. He let out a small whimper and moan in his sleep, making him seem all the more cuter...
Ignazio Acquarone
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