RP log: Stephen. (slightly cracky)
Sep. 18th, 2008 04:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fast_maxJag: http://img16.imageshack.us/my.php?image=sn05ja00020ns.jpg
Kiki: mascara. Definitely mascara
Stephen: *wicked little eyegleam*
Max: *bats eyelashes*
Stephen: *smirks* Right. You're coming out with me.
Jag: (Oh god. Remember that picture of Ioan all made up and gothy?)
Kiki: (... ahahahahahhaaha)
Max: Just like that? *smiles, curious*
Stephen: Just like that. *grins*
Max: Right. Where to? *reaady to go with him*
Stephen: *broader grin* Metropolis. Well, first some stores, then Metropolis. *looks him up and down* We've got to get you suited up.
Max: *bursts out laughing* Gotcha. That'll be fun. Let's go!
Stephen: *definitely a grin there, oh so happy, grabs his hand and drags him to a clothing store*
Jag: You know, people are going to hit on Max at the club, and Stephen is going to go all possessive and deadly.
Max: ... wait. Wait. I've had people hitting on me most of my life, man. I can handle it. *grins* Even harmlessly.
Stephen: Mmmph. *might pout, a little*
Max: *whispers in his ear* You brought me. I'm coming home with you. *a beat* And there's the lavatory if that's not soon enough.
Stephen: *chokesnickers* *grins over at him* I can't even act like an overprotective ... *eyes widening slightly as he realizes what he was about to say*
Max: Nope. Or rather, you can act like one, but not feel like one. Does that make it any better? *so smirking. hard*
Stephen: *grins at that* Absolutely.
Max: *arm around his waist* there you go now. Not to mention, I'm not the only one that people will be hitting on.
Stephen: *arm around his shoulders* We'll see about that.
Kiki: mascara. Definitely mascara
Stephen: *wicked little eyegleam*
Max: *bats eyelashes*
Stephen: *smirks* Right. You're coming out with me.
Jag: (Oh god. Remember that picture of Ioan all made up and gothy?)
Kiki: (... ahahahahahhaaha)
Max: Just like that? *smiles, curious*
Stephen: Just like that. *grins*
Max: Right. Where to? *reaady to go with him*
Stephen: *broader grin* Metropolis. Well, first some stores, then Metropolis. *looks him up and down* We've got to get you suited up.
Max: *bursts out laughing* Gotcha. That'll be fun. Let's go!
Stephen: *definitely a grin there, oh so happy, grabs his hand and drags him to a clothing store*
Jag: You know, people are going to hit on Max at the club, and Stephen is going to go all possessive and deadly.
Max: ... wait. Wait. I've had people hitting on me most of my life, man. I can handle it. *grins* Even harmlessly.
Stephen: Mmmph. *might pout, a little*
Max: *whispers in his ear* You brought me. I'm coming home with you. *a beat* And there's the lavatory if that's not soon enough.
Stephen: *chokesnickers* *grins over at him* I can't even act like an overprotective ... *eyes widening slightly as he realizes what he was about to say*
Max: Nope. Or rather, you can act like one, but not feel like one. Does that make it any better? *so smirking. hard*
Stephen: *grins at that* Absolutely.
Max: *arm around his waist* there you go now. Not to mention, I'm not the only one that people will be hitting on.
Stephen: *arm around his shoulders* We'll see about that.
