3rd Match - [Buttdia--Accidental Voice]

[beanies]

[The buttdial curse has finally struck this kid! (Because he bumped into the wall, lol.) There's a grunt, followed by a soft hiss. Seifer inhales sharply through his teeth, and there's silence.

If your ears are sharp enough, you can hear an odd, rhythmic sound of flesh smacking against flesh for a moment.]

Oh... God...

[Seifer exhales in a huff and inhales again, then grunts. And another grunt. He breathes a bit sharply, and the flesh-smacking sound continues for a few seconds.

After around a minute or so, Seifer exhales shakily, and his boots squeak as they slide on the ground. The communicator makes a scraping noise through the fabric as it brushes against the wall. Then there's just Seifer trying to even his breathing. He shifts against the ground, and the post turns off when he sits on the thing.]


[[ooc: Dez, you're never allowed to give me ideas anymore. Also, Seifer will deny everything. :|]]

Comments

[watchthesunsets.livejournal.com]

I find myself hard pressed to believe that.

[beanie-pwns-u.livejournal.com]

No one asked you, lamer.

[watchthesunsets.livejournal.com]

Don't you think that's a bit hypocritical?

[beanie-pwns-u.livejournal.com]

Shut up!

[watchthesunsets.livejournal.com]

This is your own fault.

[beanie-pwns-u.livejournal.com]

Shut the heck up, porcupine-head!

[watchthesunsets.livejournal.com]

Is that the best you can come up with?

[beanie-pwns-u.livejournal.com]

Nobody asked you, lamer extraordinaire.

[watchthesunsets.livejournal.com]

Oh, no. My feelings. They'll never be the same again.

[beanie-pwns-u.livejournal.com]

I don't care, spiky.