Posts by childofthewolves

"Well, Grayson," he said, emphasising his name. "I currently major in song and lyrical writing, as well as dramatic arts." He smiled at Grayson's cheek biting, and glanced down at his chest. His muscles seemed to just pop out, and the white tee wasn't trying help cover anything. Not that he minded, of course.

Matthew grinned at the sight of him hiding under his arms. He leaned back, and then murmured, "You think I'm some sort of frat boy, right? That I'm a football jock with no brains, only looking for a good time? I hate to break it to you, not every blonde, muscular guy is a playboy." He pulled his laptop closer to his well defined body.
"I managed to get into this school on a scholarship, not because my rich parents bought my way in." He glanced up from his computer screen. "And I know who you are. You write for the school paper."

Name: Glinda
Type: half cat
Picture if possible: [img width=510 height=318]http://www.wallpaperfo.com/thu…ww.wallpaperfo.com_35.jpg[/img]
Mate: no one yet
Family: Her very rich parents
Bio: very outgoing and bubbly. She always manages to come out popular wherever she goes.

OOC: Yea don't.forget.me and I are best friends irl, and we got to see it in New York. It was most definitely the inspiration for our characters ;)

Mathew had an almost blush. "Well, yeah." He waved his hand dismissively. "I had to do a 'current events' report for my class, and so naturally I looked up the paper." The almybkush was back again, and Matt rubbed his hands over his face. He stopped, staring into the beautiful eyes that belonged to Grayson. Mathew smiled, taking a small sip of coffee. It was immediately clear that it was too hot, and he tried to keep a straight face as its tongue was scorched. After a moment or two, he rubbed his eyes, trying to act like they weren't watering.

ooc: sorry I haven't been on. my laptop broke and it took forever to get a new one.
IC: Matthew smiled gratefully. He picked up a napkin, and gently wiped his eyes.
"Thanks for the advice." He smiled devilishly, and looked Grayson straight in the eyes.
"Say, what are you doing after this?" His husky voice went smoothly, despite the lingering pain in his throat. He blushed. "That is, if you're not too busy." He suddenly wishes he was wearing his signature beanie, so that he could pull it over his face.

could I be pinkie?