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lioncuddler · 9 years
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"I'm not a lion." He stared back with a cold expression. "You look familiar still."
"Well, you don't look familiar, and I don't care to know you." He wanted the stranger gone, but he couldn't help but feel like there might actually be something familiar between the two of them.
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yatkuza · 9 years
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[ Coil Message » Noiz ] I don’t see what it is meant to be. 
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immxbile-moved-blog · 9 years
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                    "I just heard a lion and a rabbit sound like they were being suffocated."
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adundxs · 10 years
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noizyneko replied to your post: noizyneko asked:Casually starts p...
"Decorating your face. What else?"
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"Hmm..why?"
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The lock engaged with a resounding click and Sly started down the street. The pantry didn't exactly have anything that would be deemed edible given his culinary skills, unfortunately, and his stomach was demanding attention.
With that the bluenette made his way down to the market, eyes wandering upward from time to time as heavy clouds quickly filled the skies. If he could help it he wanted to be home before the rain hit. And on that note his pace quickened; however, he was stopped short as he nearly tripped over a body.
Sly hopped and regained his balance before he ate dirt, and he turned around to see what the hell was going on while a string of curses threatened to spill. To his surprise a blond laid motionless and his train of thought was cut short.
"Oi, get up," he urged and nudged him with his foot. At this rate, this guy was going to end up drenched. He didn't look dead, but he wasn't responding either. The rhymer sighed and looked around the empty road as he weighed his options. Why now, of all times, did he decide to grow a conscious? Against his better judgment the male maneuvered the unconscious one until he could hoist him up onto his back. At least for now he'd get him somewhere dry.
As Sly made his way down the street again, something obvious dawned.
I can't dump him anywhere. Most places outdoors would still end up getting the guy wet, and he wasn't about to pay for some hotel shit. Stores would probably throw him out again, too.
Fuck.
Annoyance took over as he trudged back home. It was very temporary, but he was pissed because now he wouldn't be able to pick up ramen or something. When he finally got back, the bluenette leaned forward and bounced his guest a little higher on his back to free up a hand. He fished the house keys out his pocket and unlocked the door before dropping the guy on the couch. Fucker better be grateful.
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