Post by Tobias Decious on Oct 15, 2007 14:18:25 GMT -8
Okay so maybe he did have an addiction problem? He puffed on another cigarette with a religious flare and sighed. Exhaling a long swirling shimmer of smoke, it was considered as a dragon plume exhalation- he wasn't a master of shaped techniques. And since Gunnar no longer let him smoke at home, he had to spend most of the time wandering around the parks, streets and yes school. Mind you, at school he had to smoke on the roof. Feh. The staff wasn't as great as they thought they were.
Taking another long drag, he wrapped a long arm around himself. Pookie was working out really well- had taken to crate training quickly and was affectionate and protective as ever. Gunnar even liked her. What luck, after all Gunnar hated dogs- and when he said 'hate' it was along the lines of he wouldn't mind kicking a puppy across the room, setting it on fire, and shooting it with sharpened pencils and a rubber band- only to get a hard-on and leave the writhing animal's disposal till morning. Yeah- Gunnar really hated dogs. But he liked Pookie, so all was well.
Looking at his cigarette pack, he ran a hand through his brilliant blond hair and sighed, almost out of smokes. Mind you he was at about two packs a day but- hey it's not uncommon for a chain smoker to overindulge... right?
Stretching, Tobias began walking down the street sidewalk, enjoying the people and the men in tight jeans...glancing at the occasional woman only to sneer at them and make them squeak and jump. Tobias laughed, flashing his brilliant white teeth to a more than stunning older man- only to watch him lower his head and walk a little faster.
Pausing, he paused to stare at some gorgeous diamond studs and a broach. Oh if only that's what he could get Gunnar for their anniversary- he'd be so happy!
Taking another long drag, he wrapped a long arm around himself. Pookie was working out really well- had taken to crate training quickly and was affectionate and protective as ever. Gunnar even liked her. What luck, after all Gunnar hated dogs- and when he said 'hate' it was along the lines of he wouldn't mind kicking a puppy across the room, setting it on fire, and shooting it with sharpened pencils and a rubber band- only to get a hard-on and leave the writhing animal's disposal till morning. Yeah- Gunnar really hated dogs. But he liked Pookie, so all was well.
Looking at his cigarette pack, he ran a hand through his brilliant blond hair and sighed, almost out of smokes. Mind you he was at about two packs a day but- hey it's not uncommon for a chain smoker to overindulge... right?
Stretching, Tobias began walking down the street sidewalk, enjoying the people and the men in tight jeans...glancing at the occasional woman only to sneer at them and make them squeak and jump. Tobias laughed, flashing his brilliant white teeth to a more than stunning older man- only to watch him lower his head and walk a little faster.
Pausing, he paused to stare at some gorgeous diamond studs and a broach. Oh if only that's what he could get Gunnar for their anniversary- he'd be so happy!
