Post by parker on Mar 4, 2013 12:49:35 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ] these dry bones cry out  OUTFIT click TAGGED jason NOTES lol poor parker The day was cold and Parker was bored, it was the day after Jason found that ugly scar on Parker's side and ordered him to stay close to the pack. So here he was, stuck at the Pack House, and bored out of his mind. Spongebob wasn't really getting his attention today and Ever wasn't around as far as he could tell. "Soooo bored." He muttered as he walked aimlessly around the house. As far as his werewolf hearing was telling him, he was home alone. He thought about it for a moment, thinking to himself. He'd never had the chance to feel the pleasures of intimacy, and he was very tempted to try it himself. He looked down at his groin area, biting his lip as he debated. With a sigh, he decided against it and kept walking around. But his mind kept going back to that one temptation. But what if someone came home and walked in on him? He heard you smelled funky even after touching yourself. He didn't want anyone picking up on that either. Oh god, the embarrassment! As he laid on the couch, he stared at the ceiling with bored blue eyes. He dug out of his flip phone, staring at the numbers and stopping when he got to his sister's number. Yeah, Parker had indeed bought her a phone. A small simple phone, but a phone all the same, so he could call her and check up on her now and again. He shut his phone, and laid his hands on his stomach, getting a tingly sensation. A good kind of tingle. "NO! Just... No..." He whined and got up, hurrying to the kitchen and making himself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Anything to keep his hands from migrating south. Damn he was curious, but the thought of doing that kind of sickened him. It was gross, and unsanitary. He shuddered slightly and moved with franticity. "No. No no no no no no no no no..." He kept repeating as he made his sandwich. He didn't even know why he was making it, not like he planned on eating it. He just didn't want his hands getting bored. these dry bones cry for you |
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