Let's learn a lesson, kiddies

Well, I've been on vacation all week, so instead of going to work, I go to the book store. I get some reading done and, most importantly, get some drawing done before my skills deteriorate completely. Around 8ish, maybe a bit before, I call Pan to make plans for tomorrow and Friday cus AVATAR SEASON 3 PREMIERE FRIDAY, BITCHES! WATCH EET!! So anyway, yeah, making plans. I've learned long ago I can't talk on the phone a draw. It just doesn't work that way, so I close my sketchbook, talk a while, then decide to leave. I'm getting tired of the bookstore everyday and it's always so fucking cold in there. Drawing with cold hands sucks... =_=

Anyway, still on the phone, tuck my stuff under my arm and leave, yakking away about whatever the hell it was we were talking about. Got to the car, put my stuff on the roof and went to open the door and '. . . WTF did these books come from . . . ?' There was a moment of silence before I went 'XDDDDD' cus I just walked out of the store with them and completely forgot I needed to put them back on the shelf. Pan outright laughed at me and, hell, I laughed too. I walked right through the little sensors that are supposed to, Oh, I dunno, BEEP when people steal shit, but apparently manga isn't as important as that. >_<

I guess I should be thankful I didn't cause a scene and make people think I'm some klepto, but it's still hilarious. No one stopped me on my way out, and no one stopped me on my way back in to put them back ⌐_⌐.

Moral of the story? Pay attention.

Drabble #23 One-liners + Imagery

• His fingers danced down heated skin, hot air making the other shiver as a tongue left a glistening trail of desire...

◘ Her smile made his heart beat faster, his eyes widen just a bit, and an extremely embarassing blush rise to color his cheeks, but she would never see it, because she never looked back at him again.

◘ She never knew what was more embarassing: walking in on him shaving his pubes or watching him dance to the Backstreet Boys.

◘ He gave a broken laugh that sounded all too much like he'd given up as the blood of his lover splattered a deadly pattern across his face.

• ...hair gently falling over the curve of a neck and whispering against his lover's face, his tongue slipped over dry lips, giving them a sensual sheen as his mouth opened to give a panting moan...

• ...breath coming in pants, a pair of dark eyes enveloped him as his tongue left a moist trail over a collarbone, fingers sliding over firm flesh and leaving traces of touch...

◘ Arms and legs moved in time as their bodies moved across the floor; hips swinging, heads bopping, they danced out their joy with coordinated movements that made others jealous.