My Dark Side w/ Tenny
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Thread Topic: My Dark Side w/ Tenny
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Randson nibbled on his bottom lip nervously, giving a small shrug at the question. He really didn't feel like talking about his previous relationship, at least not tonight.
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Wynter kept his mouth shut the rest of the way to their temporary housing. It was a huge place, almost a mansion, built in the Classical Greek way, with pillars, a frieze, the whole shebang. There was a touch of gothic culture thrown in, as rough gargoyles perched on the four corners of the house. They weren't terribly ugly, just enough to make it seem more regal. The whole place was white with dark gray shutters. Wynter was stopped at the gate, where he presented his ID and explained what Randson was doing with him.
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Wynter kept his mouth shut the rest of the way to their temporary housing. It was a huge place, almost a mansion, built in the Classical Greek way, with pillars, a frieze, the whole shebang. There was a touch of gothic culture thrown in, as rough gargoyles perched on the four corners of the house. They weren't terribly ugly, just enough to make it seem more regal. The whole place was white with dark gray shutters. Wynter was stopped at the gate, where he presented his ID and explained what Randson was doing with him.
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Randson stared at the mansion like place they were apparently staying at, eyes wide and jaw dropped in amazement. It was so nice, nicer than any home or hotel he had stayed in before. He look at Wynter with a look on this face that asked, This is where we're staying? It was just gorgeous.
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Wynter chuckled as he started up the tree-lined drive. "Mhm, for a few days." Although Mr. Kramiery owned all this, he was a very nice man, and very friendly. Wynter was rather proud of his job, once he saw the look on Randson's face.
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"This place is amazing. Your job is amazing. Your amazing," Randson declared with a slight blush on his face, glancing at the house before looking back at his boyfriend. "Now I feel like I need to get a job," he said with a giggle.
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Wynter chuckled and shook his head. "No need for that. I'm getting overtime this week, thanks to another dude's surgery. That means 20 hours of getting $45 instead of $30. Whoop whoop!" He did this little dance in his seat that included a little hip jerk and fist pounding against the roof of the car.
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