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Come dance with me to distract you from boredom hitting, Katachu. I have Call Me Maybe on replay, you can’t deny dancing your butt off to that song.
Well, I uh, I didn’t mean it in a kinky way bu— Yes, yes it is. Cages, whips, and even those fluffy little handcuffs are all apart of the newest side to Sebastian King. By day I’m an innocent homosexual who loves cats, but by night I’m your master. Na na na, c’mon.
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but chains and whips eeexxcciiittteee me. The fact that your new side reminds me of a Rihanna song gives you brownie points. But, hey… I wouldn’t mind a little bit of kinky fun time with Sebastian. I could even wear some cat ears and purr.
You could’ve called. I mean, I’m the resident fatass obsessed with food, Jamesie.
I missed you too! How’ve you been besides being buried under food?
That would’ve probably been a good idea but I decided instead that eating my way out would be much more satisfying.
Besides being buried- I’ve been actually pretty good. I’m in that typical love-struck teenager phase which is amusing to say the least.
… If I say yes do you promise to never speak of that again?
Does that mean you don’t like that idea? My heart is broken now.
How’d you get out here? Someone leave your cage open again?
Oh, cages? I never knew you were into that kind of thing Sebastian. Is this a new kinky side of you?
James! Where’ve you been?
I may or may not have been buried under a pile of food in my bedroom, just managed to dig my way out. I’m a messed. But, I happened to miss you Holly.
James! I miss you, okay? Like, seriously, you need to stop like, holing yourself up in your room. It’s nor fair.
I don’t know Alaska, you should seriously consider coming and joining my cult. We worship Lindsay Lohan, talk about how cute and yet lame my boyfriend is, and live in my bedroom. Tempting right?
Sex music.
Jebastian sex music.
