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"Would you stop calling me a lesbian? I like /men/." Hazel sighed through her teeth. She wasn't offended, he was just getting on her nerves. "No, I don't need to feel bad for you. But I do. So deal with it. Of course, I empathize with Kairo a lot more than with you. Because you're a prick."
A

Marco pressed his lips together in a fine line and shook his head. “Call me what you will, faghag. I know what I really am, I know what Kairo really is, and now I guess I know what you really are.”


Q
"As you wish Kai. You may call me Tari."
A

Kairo nodded and stuck his hand out. “Then let’s start again! Hi, my name is Kai,” he greeted with a grin.


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Q
"It is a pleasure to meet you Mr. Williams." -the man bows politely-
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Kairo waved a hand in front of his face. “No, no! Please, just call me Kai!”


Q
"My name is Hiwatari Lienhardt."
A

“Nice to meet you, um, Mr. Lienhardt, is it? I’m Kairo Williams.”


Q
"Hello good sir."
A

“Ahm… Hello, there.”


Q
"I do work out." Hazel pouted slightly. The she rolled her eyes, exasperated. "And saying you have a god complex isn't refering to the bible, dumbfuck. It means that you think you're better than other people. But that's beside the point." She sighed. "I feel bad for you, I really do Marco. You're so horribly closeminded..."
A

Marco shook his head. “Not obviously enough. Although I guess the other lezes wouldn’t like it if you were too buff, huh?” He snickered and shook his head. “You don’t need to feel bad for me. I don’t need a pity party. I’m capable of taking care of myself, like I did when Kairo was still in my life.”



Q
"I already told you that I'm straight. And shut up, I'm not that weak." She muttered angrily, tucking her hand behind her and shaking it, wincing. The punch might have hurt her more than it had hurt him. "Wait. So he's a self-centered prick... for being himself? And what does that make you? A self-centered, homophobic prick with a god complex?" ((Goodnight~))
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Marco laughed. “You’re right, you’re just weaker than you think you are. Maybe you should work out some?” He snickered and angled a saucy look at her. “Don’t even start with the whole god thing. That’s the problem with you gay-lovers; you assume everything revolves around the bible. It doesn’t. I despise my brother because he’s looking at boys that look like me in a sexual manner. It’s disgusting. He’s disgusting.”


Q
"Okay, that's it. I'm done playing nice with you." Hazel growled, grabbing him by the collar and punching him in the jaw as hard as she could (which, admittedly, was not /that/ hard). "You should learn to respect people for their differences, you disgusting jackass. Especially if they're family." ((That bastard. I'm gonna fuck this guy up...))
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Marco rubbed his jaw and laughed. “Jeez, I would’ve expected a lesbian to be stronger!” he taunted, smirking. “I can hate him because he’s my family, stupid. He’s a self-centered prick who doesn’t understand how much coming out can change other people’s lives. It’s for the best that he’s tucked deep away into the closet.”

((God, doing this really tired me out. I’m gonna go to bed. Night, duckie!))