04-04-2011, 02:11 AM
Jacob smiled softly, "What ever. It doesn't matter. I never found anyone worth giving it up to." He chuckled as he watched Nero do the awkward arm movements, "If you think you can embarrass me with that information your wrong Boner" He grinned.
~TO short! must stab self!~
~TO short! must stab self!~
Beauty is like a rose... when it blooms one sees it as perfect... yet as it ages, it withers... and once a rose has withered... who wants to keep it around?
My Fursona.