This is funny as our two versions are so varied from one another, so were our results.. My Tseng got the complete opposite.
[ooc] What would you say your Tseng is actually like when it comes to his partners? I don’t hold much stock in the top/bottom dynamic itself, but everyone has preferences when it comes to intimacy, and it’s always interesting to learn about how people interpret their characters acting in those situations. Of course, if it’s not something you or your Tseng are comfortable with addressing, feel free not to answer.
Landing on the seat he started to giggle again finding all of this funny as hell suddenly. No doubt he was going to get shit for this tomorrow, especially from the man now sitting next to him. Turks weren’t supposed to get drunk like this.. not in public. They became a liability, as they say.. loose lips sink ships, and no one this drunk could hold their tongue.
Veld really didn’t mind what Tseng did after hours; they all needed their ways of release from the difficulties of their jobs, and if he started talking a little too much, there was ways of taking care of that too.
“You need your seat belt on, Tseng.” Veld said, as the car started to move. He doubted Tseng could manage it himself at this point, so he leaned across him and searched for the belt before pulling it across him.
The sound of nails being hammered into a roof echoed from the outskirts of Wutai–only an outsider would have taken up residence in a long abandoned home, of which its stone foundation and surrounding wall remain salvageable. The former TURK poured plenty of sweat and blood into the home, only now beginning to reap the benefits of his handiwork. The walls, windows and doors are now replaced; along with the rush grass mats which covered hardwood floors. A peculiar metal antenna stood aside the building, pointing toward the south while coaxial cabling ran inside… presumably for radio service, a rare luxury on this island.
Balto stood up and exhaled a heavy breath. Every muscle in his back felt as if it were tied into a knot. He squinted as he noticed a person strolling past… a familiar face, so much that he had to get a closer look. He climbed down from the roof on ladder, stepping out toward the end of his property.
“… That you, Tseng?”
“Alright… I’ll speak to the director about bumming you back down to 3rd class.. Pay cut and all.” This was way to much fun.
“You’ve got to be kidding me, Tseng! C’mon! Isn’t there something I can do to get out of having to redo this paperwork?” he whined, slumping against the cold, metal structure. This could not be happening.
Angeal sighed as he saw the plane that brought him here leave. He looked around to figure out where he was. He saw a small town and headed there. Once he entered the town, he saw that it was damaged. It brought back some bad memories but they would have to wait till later. He headed up the hill where there was monsters reported.
[With the removal of greasmonkey, things are now working. Thank you guys for helping me figure out that was the problem. ilu guys! ;w; ]
commander-tseng replied to your post “[okay WHAT THE HELL?! WHY CAN’T I FIX THIS DAMN POST?! EVERYTIME I FIX…”
I’m actually on firefox. I have both xkit and greasemonkey active.
if you are using X kit on chrome it only shows when you are editing, it doesn’t fix your dash. They are looking at making a fix if people ask.
Sephy stood up and stretched his legs, glad to finally be at Icicle Inn after the long boat ride and then the long car ride. The frigid air bit at any parts of his skin that was exposed, and he suddenly wished that he had his grey hoodie on instead of his WRO uniform. He also remembered that they still had a mountain to climb and was glad for the momentary respite granted to him at the Inn, which he promptly shuffled toward, his arms clasped around him to keep himself warm.
Angeal had the day off and he diced to go to the training field. No one was there. So the 1st class SOLDIER sets down the iphone dock and plugged in his iphone. He pushed play and started to dance.
Rod never understood upper class people. Having been brought up in middle class, and then demoted to lower class for nearly half of his life, he didn’t get how their brains worked. Like why would you pay 100,000 Gil for an outfit? That wasn’t normal. That was crazy. No piece of cloth should be worth that much unless it was made from something insanely rare.
Plus all of the upper crust people he’d met thus far after becoming a Turk were completely utter asshole who would just as soon use you for a stepping stone if it meant a promotion. And people like that were running the city? And now, apparently, it was his job to help guard and protect those people. Fucking fantastic.
He finished putting on his tux, which really wasn’t all that different from his Turk uniform, before going heading down to the lobby to meet Tseng. During the elevator ride down he tried for the twentieth time to smooth his hair down. He’d tried brushing it, but it still was sticking up everywhere. Yeah… he was gonna stand out horribly. Normally he wouldn’t care, but this was his first mission with the second in command and he wanted to make a good impression.