Just gonna note that I DO get selective at times—usually during the weekdays when I can’t be as active. Please don’t be angry with me if I don’t reply during the week. I’ll likely get to untouched threads during the weekend.
But also keep in mind that I do get busy on weekends sometimes, so I might not reply then as well. All in all, it really just depends on my mood.
Generally, I’m fine with starting new threads, even if we already have one or more stuck in my drafts—fresh new threads usually interest me more! But I can always get to old threads if they’re requested! A gentle reminder is greatly appreciated every once in a while, too—just keep it to a once-a-week thing if I’m taking a while.
Please don’t feel like I’m avoiding you or that I don’t like you, because if that were the case, I wouldn’t be following you in the first place. You, and followers and followees, are all important to me, and I don’t want any of you to feel any otherwise treatment.
"Yes… well, if I did that, then I wouldn’t be getting any pay. So, suck it up and deal with it. Now, what kind of service did you need anyway?”
"Hmm…~" He smirked suddenly and rested his palm against the door frame. "Trust me, kid, you don’t want to carry out this ‘service’ today. If it’s the extra cash you need, I’ll gladly give it to you to get the fuck out of my sight.”
I’m crying rn. At this rate, I might as well just have Evan do it.
Okay, the grin was there again. It was hard not to, though. Crossing her arms, she tilted her head to the side just slightly. “I might. You never know. Can’t judge a book by its cover or whatever.”
His ears flattened slightly just then—it felt like he was being scolded, though obviously it was meant as a sort of joke or tease. “Prove it, then. If you have a better story, I’d like to hear it.”
Riley, face blazing, merely glared at the guy. “Didn’t you ask for room service or whatever?” he snapped. “The damn staff made me wear this, ok!? It’s not like I wanted to—!”
"You can turn right around and cancel my services, then."
“Idiotic." He grinned and let out a soft laugh. "Oh my, did I say that out loud?”
YOU DO NOT KNOW HOW TEMPTED I WAS TO HAVE EVAN JUST DRAG HIM INTO THE ROOM UNTIL I REMEMBERED EVAN IS HOMOPHOBIC.
"Who… the hell… are you?" I asked for a sexy hooker, not a gay-ass weirdo.
Sorry, Erien, I wanted to reply to the thing but like I have a paragraph and I’ve dozed off two times so OFF TO BED IT IS!