He's perfectly fine & healthy! & Seated at his laptop, vigorously typing. "Deck My Halls? Jingle My Bells? Naughty Or Nice? A White Christmas-- If ya catch my drift 'ere.." "Down Through My Chimney?"

Fucker—!

Yeah. Right 'ere an' now, mate.

Son-

Cut it off

I want that man covered in sweat an' dirt, bendin' me over the dinner table....

Ya big, fat, juicy naturals??? That I just wanna.. yanno. [ Squeezes the air ]

.....You wot, mate?

....Hmm. Ain't convinced.

Givin' up crime 'cause my boyfriend an' his big naturals would be upset.

Wait no- I ain't.. That ain't fair, he's trickin' me into behavin'..! Ugh! Fine! Villainy post-poned!!!

Ain't got proof otherwise!

I'M GOIN' BACK TO BEIN' A VILLAIN!!

Ya could be..!!

I'm roastin' ya alive.

It ain't no compliment!! Ya cephalopod brain!!

What's that even mean?!

That's it! 'M gonna start blastin' you shitheads..!!!

Oh, fuck off...!!!

Oi!! I ain't no Johnny Bravo, mate!! I AIN'T NO TWINK NEITHER!

More like 100% HUNK!

Don't you start gettin' into this!!

Not what I'm called!

What

// help 💀

— @pyrokinetic.bsky.social

Hell yeah..

(How some of you look at Logan.)

There was a moment of appreciative silence where the Aussie stopped to admire the other, a careful hand reaching out towards him just to brush against his cheek. The reality of this, of them still filled St. John with such a surreal feeling. One that felt real only in his novels. ++

Running back & doing it again. Drive by makeout sessions.

Giving @canadaclaws.bsky.social a fat, sloppy kiss & running away.

Roight. So ya hate me, mate. I understand. Well it was comin' sooner or later wasn't it? Cripes.

// Spooky still scares me

Anyway. Back to writin'.

What're eyes.........

So... What are ya gettin' at then...?

So I ain't experienced— an' you're probably the most experienced guy I met. Eh, no big deal..! I can learn. My IQ is excellent, I'll have you know.

Then what's got ya tip-toein' 'round me like I'm some kinda tickin' time-bomb. I'm not that much of a whimp..! Well maybe I sorta am. Was.

I can handle bein' kissed just fine..! I'm not that much of a hot mess. Or.. well least I ain't anymore. I can handle it. I'm a mutie, not a wildfire, I got some sense of control over myself. Mags woulda had my head otherwise. I ain't gonna hurt ya.

⭒˚‧ ︵‿⭒ཐིཋྀ 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘓𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘖𝘩, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘐'𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ཐིཋྀ⭒‿︵ ‧˚⭒

[ Inhale — ] . . . Ah. The— Lack ... of?

They are massive. Just like the rest of ya...! Well ... sorta. Your muscles anyway. What? C'mon! I'm offerin' a once in a lifetime chance to get to touch THE St. John Allerdyce, famous novelist!

// me fr..