Post by Skulls And Pie on Jun 8, 2008 21:35:00 GMT -5
Noir crawled through the short green grass. His stitched up hands steered him towards the concrete walkway. His stitched hands of varying colors were a bit sore, but being outside in the park was definitely better than being cooped up as he usually was.
"Having fun, Monsieur Noir?" Wyndham asked his boyslave. Today he was taking a break as his cousins had often told him to. So he took the only creature he knew that got out more rarely than he did with him. His striped shirt was very dull in the grey glow from the overcast sky.
"Yessir," the mohawked ragdoll replied, mock-happily. He kept crawling, wearing the knees of his Sweeny-Todd red jeans.
"Having fun, Monsieur Noir?" Wyndham asked his boyslave. Today he was taking a break as his cousins had often told him to. So he took the only creature he knew that got out more rarely than he did with him. His striped shirt was very dull in the grey glow from the overcast sky.
"Yessir," the mohawked ragdoll replied, mock-happily. He kept crawling, wearing the knees of his Sweeny-Todd red jeans.
